freaking me out.
What was with that guy? I needed to find out what was going on and had decided that I was goin g to go to Huss it Out, try to find him and demand some answers. Was I going nuts? It could all just be a coincidence, but deep down I knew it was not. He knew something about me and what was going on, and I needed to find out what that was. Even if it meant that I sounded bat shit crazy.
Thursday had dragged on like the day was a whole week, and Friday was just as bad. Not to mention I was getting worse. I had just hopped out of the shower and didn’t even have the energy to get dressed, I just curled up in a ball on my bed with just the towel wrapped around me. I was so tired and I looked it. My friends were growing concerned and even though I loved them, I was over them asking if I was ok. I was not. I was freaking out. Neither of my arms were getting any better. I didn’t just have bags under my eyes, I had suitcases filled with too much luggage. My skin was pale and clammy and I just felt ‘meh’. All I thought about was sleep. It was all I wanted except tonight. I was feeling determined. I was going to the club and I was going by myself. I had told Nikkee and Sky that I was having a night in, and that I wouldn’t be joining them at Mon Komo. I felt bad for lying, but if they were with me I don’t think that I would get a chance to talk to that mysterious guy long enough for answers. I had too many questions to ask and a short conversation would not cover them all.
They had already left. I mustered what energy I had left in me to get ready. I was shitting myself as well as feeling dead. The bottom of my back tingled with adrenalin. I was scared, but I had to do this
I walked through the door at Huss it Out. I was feeling nervous, I was there alone and felt exposed. The placed looked the same as it did last time, only the people had changed. I walked over to the bar. After overhearing the girl in front of me order a vodka with cream soda, I decided to do the same. I figured it was a popular drink for girls.
The soda bubbles exploded in my mouth like popping candy. It made my eyes water so I quickly took another sip to push past the sensation but it only made it worse. I put the drink on the bar and turned around to look directly into the face of the person I was looking for.
“Now who is stalking who?” he said calmly. The music was really loud but his deep voice seemed to resonate like there was no one else in the room.
“What makes you think I’m stalking?” I jabbed back.
“Because you are without your entourage.”
“I don’t have an entourage ,” I said defensively.
“Yes you do. Your friends never seem to leave your side ,” he said.
“Obviously you don’t have many friends to not have the same problem.”
A dangerous look crossed his eyes at what I said. “Sometimes they get in the way, and it’s best not to have any.”
I frowned , “That’s a sad way to live.”
“And yet you came alone because of this reason.”
Crap he got me. It made me feel guilty. Surely I could have brought them and could have just asked for some privacy?
“Well I need answers and I didn’t think you would talk to me with them here ,” I confessed.
“You are right. I would not have ,” he said. He turned to look at the crowd then added, “Perhaps we should go outside,” then he was walking towards the door. I abandoned my drink and followed him without a second thought.
The parking lot was quiet again except there were cars there now. He walked over to the wall and sat down. I was glad he did because I was feeling exhausted on my feet.
I sat down, and closed my eyes as I leaned against the wall. I knew I should not have been outside in the semi dark with a stranger, but I didn’t feel unsafe. I felt relieved that I might get some answers.
“What’s your name?” I asked with my eyes closed.
“Lachlan.”
I opened one eye and smirked at him , “Even the way you say your
What was with that guy? I needed to find out what was going on and had decided that I was goin g to go to Huss it Out, try to find him and demand some answers. Was I going nuts? It could all just be a coincidence, but deep down I knew it was not. He knew something about me and what was going on, and I needed to find out what that was. Even if it meant that I sounded bat shit crazy.
Thursday had dragged on like the day was a whole week, and Friday was just as bad. Not to mention I was getting worse. I had just hopped out of the shower and didn’t even have the energy to get dressed, I just curled up in a ball on my bed with just the towel wrapped around me. I was so tired and I looked it. My friends were growing concerned and even though I loved them, I was over them asking if I was ok. I was not. I was freaking out. Neither of my arms were getting any better. I didn’t just have bags under my eyes, I had suitcases filled with too much luggage. My skin was pale and clammy and I just felt ‘meh’. All I thought about was sleep. It was all I wanted except tonight. I was feeling determined. I was going to the club and I was going by myself. I had told Nikkee and Sky that I was having a night in, and that I wouldn’t be joining them at Mon Komo. I felt bad for lying, but if they were with me I don’t think that I would get a chance to talk to that mysterious guy long enough for answers. I had too many questions to ask and a short conversation would not cover them all.
They had already left. I mustered what energy I had left in me to get ready. I was shitting myself as well as feeling dead. The bottom of my back tingled with adrenalin. I was scared, but I had to do this
I walked through the door at Huss it Out. I was feeling nervous, I was there alone and felt exposed. The placed looked the same as it did last time, only the people had changed. I walked over to the bar. After overhearing the girl in front of me order a vodka with cream soda, I decided to do the same. I figured it was a popular drink for girls.
The soda bubbles exploded in my mouth like popping candy. It made my eyes water so I quickly took another sip to push past the sensation but it only made it worse. I put the drink on the bar and turned around to look directly into the face of the person I was looking for.
“Now who is stalking who?” he said calmly. The music was really loud but his deep voice seemed to resonate like there was no one else in the room.
“What makes you think I’m stalking?” I jabbed back.
“Because you are without your entourage.”
“I don’t have an entourage ,” I said defensively.
“Yes you do. Your friends never seem to leave your side ,” he said.
“Obviously you don’t have many friends to not have the same problem.”
A dangerous look crossed his eyes at what I said. “Sometimes they get in the way, and it’s best not to have any.”
I frowned , “That’s a sad way to live.”
“And yet you came alone because of this reason.”
Crap he got me. It made me feel guilty. Surely I could have brought them and could have just asked for some privacy?
“Well I need answers and I didn’t think you would talk to me with them here ,” I confessed.
“You are right. I would not have ,” he said. He turned to look at the crowd then added, “Perhaps we should go outside,” then he was walking towards the door. I abandoned my drink and followed him without a second thought.
The parking lot was quiet again except there were cars there now. He walked over to the wall and sat down. I was glad he did because I was feeling exhausted on my feet.
I sat down, and closed my eyes as I leaned against the wall. I knew I should not have been outside in the semi dark with a stranger, but I didn’t feel unsafe. I felt relieved that I might get some answers.
“What’s your name?” I asked with my eyes closed.
“Lachlan.”
I opened one eye and smirked at him , “Even the way you say your
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