by Smith, T. L
I meet you there?
Stallion:
Five tonight is good.
Can’t wait to see that
beautiful face.
We finish our lunch and the three of us head back to our apartment so I can get ready for tonight with Josh. I throw on a pair of tight-fitting jeans with high-heel boots and a purple top, put my hair up in a messy bun, and tell the girls I’m off.
*****
I pull up to the drags and text Josh that I’m here. My belly is going crazy and I’m clutching my phone so hard I think I might break it. I see him before he sees me, and he looks good dressed very casual in jeans and short sleeve t-shirt. I get out of my car and start walking over to him. He walks straight to me, picks me up like I’m a small child, and swings me around. I love being in his arms. I feel like a little girl. I giggle and can’t help but smile.
“I’m so glad you could make it, Sash. Wanna head inside and get something to eat and drink?”
“Yeah, sure, sounds good.”
Josh grabs my hand as we’re walking in, holding it like we do this simple gesture every day. He drags me through the crowd to get to the food stand, and orders us hot dogs and soda each.
We walk to the stands and take a seat. He starts explaining to me about the drivers and what’s happening. We talk for a good few minutes about the drags, and then he asks me about Blake’s party to see if I’m going. I tell him I really don’t have a choice, as someone has to look after my two crazy besties, Lola and Brit.
He asks me to go for a walk so he can introduce him to a few of the people he knows from here. It’s so loud from the cars’ engines, the commentator blaring through the speakers, and just the crowd of people that come to the drags. Josh starts introducing me to a few people he knows, as he comes here often. He has tattooed quite a few of the drivers, and that’s how he gets tickets to come here to see them race.
We’re standing near the grandstand, talking to few guys who are about to race, when a perky, red-headed beauty comes up to Josh and gives him a cuddle and kiss. I just stand and listen to their conversation.
“Josh, how come you haven’t called me for a while? I’m getting lonely,” she says with a pout. Seriously, can’t she see I am standing right next to him?
“Well, Dakota, I’ve been busy with work.”
“Well, you haven’t worked on me in a while,” she says with a smirk. Right now, I could slap that smirk off her face! And why is Josh still talking to her and not introduce me? I feel invisible, like I’m intruding on a private conversation.
“I worked on you long enough last time. You’re not due for a service yet are you?” He winks at her as he says this. What the fuck is happening? Fuck this shit! I’m not going to stand here like an idiot.
Why would he invite me here and start chatting up one of his roots in front of me? Well, that’s a big slap in my face. I’m taking it as my cue to leave. I walk off and I don’t even think he notices I left until I’m halfway home. I get a text message from him. I don’t know why, but I pull over to read it.
Stallion:
Sash, where are you?
I can’t believe it has taken him this long to see where I am! Dakota must have been keeping him very busy. Fuck them.
Me:
I’m sorry who is Sash?
Does this person exist
in your world?
Stallion:
Sasha, baby, don’t be like
that.
I’m glad I pulled over because he is making me really angry and if I’d been driving while I read it, I would have had a car accident.
Me:
I’m not gonna be
your puppy and
follow you around.
Stallion:
Sash…. Come on, you
know I only have eyes for you.
Me:
If your eyes weren’t lost
in Dakota’s breasts, then
maybe you would have
seen me walk away.
Stallion:
I’m sorry, Sash. I’ll
make it up to you.
P.S. You know I only have
eyes for your tits. Yours
are a 10/10 Hers 7/10
God, this guy, what a fuckin asshole! I throw my phone in my bag; I’m sick of replying to him. Why did I even reply to him? I just want to go home to shower. I have met this asshole two times and he is making me get stress lines already. I’m highly attracted to him, and this is the only reason I gave him the time of the day, but I ain’t no play thing, and he can’t expect me to follow him around like I am one. Why are all the hot ones cocky assholes who have no consideration for someone else’s feelings?
Chapter 5
Well, it’s another weekend and my week has been crazy in-between working at the hospital and doing split-shifts at Chica's. I’m buggered, but Lola is excited for Blake’s party tonight, so we’re all going to head over there and have some drinks.
I’m quite nervous to see Josh again. He has been flirting all week via text messages and he is a very interesting guy, although, I want to throttle him for having the nerve to ignore me, when he was the one who invited me out in the first place. Though, so is Dylan. We have been meeting for lunch during my shifts at the hospital when we get time. He is so lovely to talk to, but he hasn’t pushed me for anything and our conversations have been very friendly with mild flirting. The girls at the hospital are gossiping about us, but I don’t care. What’s it to them anyway? Oh, that’s right, nothing!
Lola comes barging into my room without knocking, as usual. "Hey, you work out what you’re going to wear tonight?" she asks me, already dolled up to the max with a mini sequence skirt, hair braided to the side, and a see-through shirt with a black bra. Of course, she looks stunning and can pull it off easily.
"Was just going to throw on my black dress with some heels. I’ll go get ready now. When are we leaving?"
"In about twenty minutes, Brit will be here to pick us up."
I walk into the bathroom and start straightening my hair and adding minimum makeup with some eyeliner and a bit of lip-gloss. I put on my heels and dress, look myself over, and I’m ready. I walk into the kitchen and find the girls are already drinking a glass of champagne and talking about Blake’s party and who they think will be there.
"Hey, Brit, missed you this week. How you doing?" She walks over and gives me a hug and kiss, our little ritual when we see each other.
"Fine, Sash, missed you, too. How’s study going?" I fill her in on my studies and Dylan the gorgeous new doctor. Both Brit and Lola are sitting there listening and nodding their heads. Then Lola changes the subject and asks about Josh. I let them both know we have been speaking as well, but didn’t bring up the drags. I’m not getting into that tonight. I just want to go out and enjoy myself without any drama.
Lola tells me she is glad I met, and have been talking to, someone else. Blake has been telling her about Josh, and she doesn’t think I should go there because he is a total man-whore. I stare at her in disbelief and she goes on telling me about how he owns his own tattoo shop and is very successful in the industry. Girls are always throwing themselves at him. Supposedly, he has a new girl every week, and Blake hasn’t seen him with a steady girl since high school.
"Well, we are just talking, Lola, not fucking. So don’t worry about it," I tell her.
“I know. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
"What are you talking about? You know I can handle myself. Fuck, I usually throw your one-night stands out the door."
"Okay! All right, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now, let’s hit this party and PARTY!"
Brit and I exchange a look like ‘Oh, my God. She’s going to be in big trouble tonight.’ Brit, Lola, and I have known each other since high school. Both girls were lusting after the same guy at the time, so at first, they didn’t get along.
Once they realised he was playing both of them, they teamed up and sought revenge. It started with a confrontation
on the football field. Within minutes, he was apologising and declaring his love for both of them. It ended with him naked and stranded with no clothes and no car. The rest is history. Brit hasn’t left our side since and we were officially known as the bitches of high school. No one picked fights with us or dared to call us names. Together, we’re a force to be reckoned with.
*****
"Blake-a-sauraus!" Lola yells once we enter Blake’s apartment. I swear she can embarrass the shit out of me sometimes. It’s jam-packed full of girls and guys. It’s hard to just walk through the front door. I knew it was going to be packed as Blake owns a small nightclub in town and he is known as a ladies’ man.
I am pretty sure he is in love with Lola, and Lola in love with him; though neither of them will admit to it. They’re both as bad as one another. They both like hooking up all the time with random people, but never commit to a relationship because they both think they are not ready for that sort of commitment. It’s not like they have to get married. I don’t understand my sister sometimes.
"Hey, Lo, back here in the kitchen," we hear Blake yell out to Lola. We make our way to the kitchen and find girls with hardly any clothes on flirting with all the boys in sight. Adam is one of Blake’s best friends. He and Brit have been seeing each other for three months now and they are crazy about one another. Brit walks over to Adam and the girls that are hanging off him and Blake.
"Move, bitch," she says to one brunette
The girl looks up at her and says, "Who the fuck are you?"
Oh no, there is going to be a catfight soon if this girl doesn’t let go of Adam.
"I’m his girlfriend, and who might you be?” She looks back and forth. Adam bends down, gives her a searing kiss on the lips and the brunette huffs and walks away. Thank God! I was thinking there was gonna be a catfight of slapping and pulling of hair.
"Blakey baby, get a girl a drink, would ya?" Lola yells to Blake.
He bends down, kisses her on the mouth and says, "Sure, sweet cheeks," and pinches her ass. She swats his hand away and walks back over to me. Man, they are cute and they can’t see what’s right in front of them, or they do and just won’t admit to it. Stubborn asses! We have been standing around in the crowded kitchen chatting for half an hour when a set of arms wrap around me.
"Hey, beautiful," Josh whispers in my ear and I melt. God, his voice is sexy. I snap out of my haze, turn around, and tell him off, because he must be delirious. Who does he think he is?
“Did the fumes get to your head? Or do you not remember what you did to me last weekend? Or are you just too cocky to care?” I glare at him with my hands on my hips.
I fight with my body to make myself walk away from this fine specimen. If I don’t march away now, he will think he can walk all over me like all those other tramps. And I am not putting myself in that category. Internal debate over, I’m going to the bathroom. I finally get my wits together and I walk off. I don’t want to hear his excuses tonight.
I head to Blake’s room to use his bathroom, as it won’t be as packed. I’m walking through the lounge room on my way back from the bathroom and I see Lola and some random grinding on the dance floor. I try looking around for Blake and I find him standing in the doorway watching. He looks like he is about to walk out there and pummel the guy’s face in.
"Blake, how about we go and get me a drink?" I tell him. He keeps on staring, but then grabs my hand and we walk back to the kitchen. Josh is still there with a little blonde. Her tits are hanging out her shirt, trying to rub up against him. I simply smile and walk with Blake to the bar area. I look back at Josh and he is smirking at me. God, why do I attract the bad boys? Arghh!
Brit and I head back on the dance floor and I’ve been stealing glances at Josh. He has different women up on him all night. He hasn’t done anything with them apart from touches on the hips and hugs. He makes me so angry and I know that’s what he is aiming for because every time I look up, his eyes instantly lock with mine and I have to pull myself away. I’m having a great time dancing when I turn around to search for Lola and someone I was never expecting to see walks through the door. He looks around, spots the boys in the kitchen, and starts talking and drinking with them. I’m standing shocked out of my brain. I don’t even notice Brit nudging me.
"Sasha," she yells in my ear. I swing around and tell her who just walked in the door. She tries to look in the kitchen to get a better look. I’m so nervous at seeing him because Josh is here as well, and the last thing I want to do is cause a scene.
"Don’t, I just want to go home," I tell her urgently. The last thing I want to deal with are two guys I’m attracted to in the same room.
"Why? You’re not dating either of them. Have some fun."
"Whatever."
"Lighten up, hunny. Oh, my God, is that him? He is gorgeous and he is coming this way."
I turn around and he’s standing staring at me. We slowly walk to each other, our eyes locked. Oh, wow, he looks good dressed in jeans that hang on his hips and a casual shirt that looks like it cost two hundred dollars, but he pulls it off.
"Hi, Sasha, didn’t realise you would be here."
"Hey, yeah, I know Blake."
"So, want to come get a drink?"
"Sure, why not."
We’re walking into the kitchen, where the bar area is, and he places his hand on my back. It’s such a simple gesture, but it feels territorial and nice.
We’re standing talking when Josh walks in and does a double take. I can feel his eyes glaring at me but I don’t turn to look because he just did the same thing to me, so I choose to completely ignore him till I hear his voice and my body instantly tenses up.
"Hey, Dyl, I see you have met the beautiful Sasha."
Dylan looks at me, and then back at Josh, like he is trying to work something out.
"Yeah, we actually work together. How do you know each other?"
I’m not sure what is going to come out of Josh's mouth. He could throw me under the bus and tell Dylan about how we met, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, "She is Lola's little sister. Lola is friends with Blake."
"Oh."
Now, I’m wondering what really is going on with Lola and Aaron. He said “oh” like he has just worked something out that I’m missing.
The same blonde comes up from earlier and starts flirting with Josh. I look up and see he has that panty-dropping smirk on his face. I know he wants a reaction from me but I’ve chosen to not give him the satisfaction. I’m distracted when I feel warmth on my thigh. It’s Dylan trying to get my attention, asking me if I want to dance. I look back at Josh and he looks furious for a second before he looks back at the blonde and starts flirting with her again. I smile to myself because he tries to act like he is the shit, but I know that bothered him; the evil part of me is cheering inside. I agree and we make our way to the dance floor after our drinks.
Dylan is a good dancer; though he can’t dance as well as Josh. A slower song comes on and he pulls me close. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans in to kiss me. It’s so unexpected that at first, I just stand shocked. My mouth finally catches up to my brain and starts working. My heart starts pounding in my chest and I’m hoping Josh does not see us kissing. Dylan is a good kisser, not too rough and not too sloppy. We stand here kissing for what seems like forever. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around; it’s Brit and she doesn’t look happy.
"What’s up?"
"Lola is going crazy. She is in the kitchen trying to swing at some girl."
Oh, shit. We take off to the kitchen with Dylan holding my hand. I see Blake holding Lola back from some brunette who is yelling and screaming at Lola. Blake spots me and asks me to get her out of there to cool off before she goes even crazier. I walk over to Lola and she is basically crawling up Blake, trying to get to this brunette who is now smirking at her.
"You better wipe that smile off your face before I decide to make them let her go and have at you," I warn her. She looks at me for a whil
e; then turns around to leave while Lola is still swearing her head off at her. Thankfully, she walks away.
"Lola, come on, let’s go home."
"No, Sash. Fuck that bitch. I ain’t going ‘cause of her."
"Yes, you are. We have to get up in the morning to study, so grab your shit and let’s go before I make them carry you out."
She looks at me, and then huffs. As we walk out the door, I smile, wave to Dylan, and mouth “sorry.” He just shrugs and mouths “bye.” I don’t know how to take his reaction as he was the one kissing me so I choose to ignore it. I turn around and notice Josh standing in the corner staring at me. He has an impassive look on his face.
Chapter 6
My eyes fly open as my message tone goes off. Argh! Daylight. Morning already. I pop my head into Lola’s room on my way to the kitchen for a coffee. She is laying in her bed, typing away on her phone.
"Good morning, how you feeling today?”
“Fine. Why?
“Fine? Well, you weren’t fine last night. What happened?"
"Some bitch was throwing herself all over Blake right in front of me. Then she had the nerve to push me out the way when I came up to talk to him."
I raise my eyebrows at her. "So that calls for you to pummel the chick’s face in?"
"Only if you’re being a dirty little slut," she says with more venom than seems necessary.
"Lola, come on. When are you going to admit you really like Blake?"
"Okay. Well, yeah, I like Blake. I never said I didn’t. But we just hook up from time to time, don’t read anything into it, Sasha." Lola says, trying to brush me off.
