by CATT
CHAPTER 2
We pull into an over crowed parking in front of the club we notice the line to get through the door is a mile long hens the over crowed parking lot. Angie finds what has to be the only available spot to park in the entire lot. It also happens to be the one spot farthest away from the club. Oh well who cares we are here we made it and tonight is going to be great. It’s going on seven o’clock so it’s beginning to get dark. There are a few guys checking us out as we head toward the back of the line. I am smiling at one guy when I hear it the first time. Someone calling my name, I turn around praying to God it isn’t someone who knows my parents. I search everywhere but see no one. Looking back at Liz and Angie, I question them if they heard anyone calling my name. They both say no then Angie tells me it’s just my nerves getting the best of me. Thinking she’s probably right I join the conversation they are having about college. After a while, the line starts to move a little. I begin walking forwards when I hear my name called again. Looking around I catch sight of three people across the street looking at me, two guys one girl.
One of the guys is staring at me in a way that makes me feel like he can see straight to my soul. I feel cold chills run up my spine. Liz looks at me noticing my eyes glued across the street she asks what I’m staring at as her eyes follow mine.
“Ah I see what you’re looking at" she replies. Angie turns to see what we were talking about
“Oh my God that has to be one of the best-looking guys I’ve seen in my life. If I’m reading him right Lana, I believe he thinks you’re the best-looking thing he’s ever seen in his life.” Angie laughs at her on stupid joke.
My eye's leaves the three people across the road before pinning both my friend’s eyes with my own desperately begging. “Didn't you guys hear them calling my name?”
They both shake their heads no. “Do you know them?” Angie asked.
“No, I don’t know them.” I answer my attention going back across the road. I know I heard one of them calling my name it was a male’s voice so that leaves the girl out. My eyes lock directly on the guy I said was staring at me like he could see my soul our eyes meet neither of us breaking eyes contact he is beautiful he has blond hair cut into a cute shaggy style he’s muscular but not in the bulky way of uh body builder no his frame is more the built of a fighter I’m positive if he lifted his tight gray tee-shirt up I’d be able to count the abs from here. The shirt appears to be tight enough I might be able to see his abs though the shirt if he were closer. His wide shoulders appearing as it might burst from the too tight material entrapping them. His dark jeans ride low on his narrowing hips. His long legs supporting his six plus foot frame. I know without a doubt it is him I hear I’m not sure how I know but I do call it intuiting I guess. How do they know me? How does he know me? Why are they standing over there watching me instead of introducing themselves if they want to speak to me? I break eye contact looking away for a second but then my eyes unwillingly seek his out again but he’s gone that fast one second he is there but he disappears in the time it takes me to look down at my boots then back up again. I search for him without luck but I do see the other guy and the girl looking towards me. Getting Angie’s attention I tell her to look at them and how they are watching me."
“Hell Lana” Angie says “the girl probably dates Mr. Gorgeous she saw the way he was eyeing your fine ass; I might be wrong but I’d say she is pissed off at you. Even as we speak she is deciding the best way to kick your ass without her having her hottie of uh boyfriend getting pissed towards her. The other tall glass of water over there is wondering which girl he is going to get lucky with tonight he’s checking every female here out. Now come on you need to calm your ass down. Turn around stop staring over there before we end up in a fight before we even make it in the club.”
I roll my eyes at Angie, but I would hate for the girl to think I am checking out her boyfriend. Still in the back of my mind something about those people scares me. “I don't care what the girl thinks” I reply
“Trust me I’m not the least bit interested in her guy.”
“Yeah sure you’re not” Angie says while Liz laughs. “So if they come in the club tonight and she’s not with Mr. Gorgeous, you don't mind if I go after him, then right?” Angie questions with a smirk on her beautiful face.
“If he’s your type go for it…I could care less.” I tilt my head enough I can look across the street using my peripheral vision to see if he is back, there he stands looking at me. I return my gaze back to my friends trying to forget about the three people on the other side of the road. The line begins moving again this time we make it to the front. The door guy is a hottie, so I give him a big flirty smile. He smiles back at me. It doesn’t take long before our flirty smiles have turned into full blown flirting. I ask him if he will be at the door the entire night. He tells me he gets a break in a couple of hours, so I tell him to come look me up. He opens the gate to let us go through the door but takes me by the hand before I can go. He tells me he will find me in a couple of hours to save him a dance. I tell him I’ll be waiting before walking away from him.
“Oh my God Lana,” Liz says her voice excited “you have as much brass as Angie does.
Laughing at Liz, I respond to her “if you see something you like you have to go for it, girl; and I got to tell you there was nothing there not to like my god he’s hot.” We both laugh at my craziness as we walk into the club.
I hear my name called again. However, this time it’s spoken aggressively instead of softly, I decide to ignore it. I’ve decided in the last second I must be losing my mind or it’s the whole nerve thing either way I can’t do anything about it right now so I’ll worry about it tomorrow. This place is great the lights are like the old disco light's you see in the old movies on T.V. All the colors coming from the lights are fantastic. The music is blasting from the speakers people are everywhere dancing, drinking having a blast. For the first time in my life, I am going to be part of it. Sure Liz, Angie and I have gotten drunk together a few times at Liz's house while her parents were away. This is completely different for one thing, there are guys everywhere secondly, there are guys everywhere, thirdly did I happen to mention there are guys everywhere need I say more? “I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven" I yell over the music. Angie is pointing to an open table. I nod my head letting her know I see. We make our way to it sitting down but I can feel my body swaying to the music making it nearly imposable to keep my ass on the seat.
“God I can't wait to get on the dance floor” Liz yells.
I know how she feels I’m ready to jump out of my freaking seat. Angie sees the waitress coming around so she holds up her hand waving her to our table. The waitress takes our orders smiling kindly she tells us she’ll be right back with our drinks. No sooner has she left than a couple of cute guys ask if either of us want to dance. I decide I’d rather wait on our drinks to arrive so I tell my friends to go ahead.
“Are you sure?” Liz questions.
“Yes I’m sure get your ass out there and start shaking it before I change my mind.” With that said I watch my two best friends step in front of the guys leading the way to the dance floor. The waitress returns with our drinks within minutes of them leaving the table. “Thank you” I say to the waitress as I pay her for our drinks making sure to add a decent tip in. I turn my beer up taking a huge gulp from the bottle. By the time Angie and Liz come back to the table I’ve finished off two drinks. I’m beginning to feel a small buzz from the alcohol so I’m joking around with the girls about the guys they were dancing with. We are all laughing having a fantastic time. Several guys come up asking if want to dance, but we tell them no thanks but maybe later. By this time we are in the “girl zone” you know the place where you are having more fun with your girlfriends than you possibly could be having with some unknown guy. Another half an hour goes by we are all buzzing now making everything funny. I feel someone touch my back. I turn around seeing the door guy smiling down at me. I give him a
big smile in return.
“Guy's I think I'm ready to dance now” I say standing up from the table. Muscle guy takes me by the hand leading me to the dance floor. The music is fast and loud. I love it. I close my eyes letting the music take me over. I love to dance, I am good at it. I open my eyes smiling at Mr. Muscles before turning my back to him I grind against him. I feel his hands go around my waist pulling me closer I smile enjoying myself.
I hear it again my name being called out in an angry tone making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I must admit to me I’ve been dealing with all this shit pretty well but this time I’m about to freak the hell out. The voice does more than call my name this time it speaks to me. Yep I’m positive a white coat is in my very near future. The voice is demanding to know what the hell I’m doing, but it goes even further than that in a hard tone it asked me if I was trying to get myself raped then it proceeds to insistent I stop dancing before I get someone killed” My eyes pop open, I feel chills run through me. I know it’s him I’m positive if I look around I’ll find him he’s here I feel it. All three of them are here I’m not sure how I know this but I do it’s like I can feel them. I know it doesn’t make since but there hasn’t been much in my life making since in the last couple of weeks. Chills through my body as my eyes scan the crowed of people searching for them. It doesn’t take long for me to find what I’m looking for his six foot frame holding a beer his friends standing next to him. He’s standing at the bar his eyes on me, he’s looking beyond angry.
Chapter 3
With the way he is watching me not to mention the voice I keep hearing I find I’ve lost interest in dancing, for that matter I’ve lost interest in my muscle man as well. I tell Mr. Muscle, I am feeling sick he leads me from the dance floor back to my seat sitting down beside me. He stays with me until his break ends making sure I’m alright. Before he leaves to get back to his post he tells me to come find him if I get feeling better. I thank him promising I’ll find him in a little while. I know I’m lying to him when the words are leaving my mouth but he’s really nice he doesn’t deserve to be treated with such little respect from me but right now I can’t help it I’m losing my mind here. I have no intentions of looking for him later. All I want to do at this point is sit here for a while then tell my friends I’m really sick so they will take me back to the motel where I can lay down.
Maybe this is all in my head. I remember studying on mental conditions in health class at school, some disorders can make a person think they are being watched by strangers it also make you hear voices in your head. I’m going freaking bat shit crazy. This has all been building up for the last two weeks all the signs have been plain as day I choose to ignore them instead I made up excuses. My god I really had convinced myself I’d been breaking doors. Smashing doorknobs shit I’m sick. God please don’t let mom and dad have me locked away in some mental hospital which will keep me drugged up so they won’t have to deal with my crazy ass. How much worse will I get? My mind seems to be going fast now all I can hope for is when the illness finally takes over I’ll never know it.
“Hey” Angie yells over the music she is heading back to the dance floor “I ordered you another beer sip on it slowly maybe you got too hot, or something it should help you cool down.”
“Thanks” I yell back not caring if she hears me or not. The waitress brings the beer sitting it on the table I go to pay her but she informs me she started us a tab. I thank her before picking the bottle up I take a long drink from the bottle loving the coldness as it goes down my throat. I have come to the obvious conclusion “if you are going crazy drowned said craziness in “huge quantities of alcohol to help you forget” I hear the voice again. “So now you’re going to get drunk.” The voice demands. What the hell if it’s going to talk to me then I’m going to put it back on its ass “Yep, I sure am asshole…what’s it to ya?” I respond in my head. Giving myself a metal high five too go along with my smartass retort.
Angie and Liz come back to the table both sweaty from their time on the dance floor they wipe their foreheads with the back of their hands before picking up there drinks. When they are cooled down they begin joking with one another about which one of them dances the worst. As they argue between themselves, I pretend I’m paying attention to what they are saying even throwing a smile in here and there for effect while I’m really trying to figure out what is wrong with me. I’m pulled from my dangerous thoughts when I hear somebody saying, “Excuse me.” I know that voice I should after all I’ve been hearing it all night. This time though the voice is not in my head it’s standing on the far side of the table I’m sitting at. I’m determined not to look up I refuse to give the owner of the voice the satisfaction of seeing what he is doing to me.
I can feel everyone looking at me I know they are waiting on me to look up but I can’t something tells me once I look at him, at them my life is going to change forever I can feel it something is happening here my blood feels like its boiling under my skin. “Lana…earth to Lana I know your ass isn’t that drunk stop with the shy act you have never been shy a day of your life. These guys want to know if they can share our table. Are you alright with that?” Angie’s persistent voice won’t shut up she is ordering me to look up her insisting tone driving me crazier than I already am. It takes every ounce of the strength I have left in my body to raise my head.
My breathe catches there he stands his stare boring holes through my face. His eyes are so blue they have almost an aqua hue to them. They are pulling me in making my body feel things I’ve never felt before. Now with him closer to me I can see that his dirty blond hair is not so much cut in a shaggy hair style the better assumption is it only appears that way. On closer inspection I now see it’s the way it is due to him running his fingers through it. He is as tall, as tall as I first thought somewhere between six foot possibly six one. His muscles bulge through his tight dark gray tee I can’t prevent my eyes from wondering to his stomach. Sure enough I can make out at least a six pack of abs showing through the thin shirt. I know I am going to sound rude but at least I’m honest enough with myself to admit it. "What do you want?” I inquire in a challenging tone. I grit my teeth when his only reaction is to smiles at me like he finds me amusing. God even as pissed off as I am I still can’t help but be impressed by his true beauty.
“My friends and I noticed you guys have a lot of extra room at your table we were wondering if you ladies would mind if we join you.” He turns his million dollar smile towards Angie and Liz, I swear to god I heard their breath catch and their hearts stop. Angie is saying yes before I have the chance to say anything else. He stares directly at me like he knows what I’m thinking. I hear it again in my head as plain as day "that’s not a very nice way to treat people you don't know. Sure didn't notice you treating the door guy so cold.”
“Kiss my Ass.” Is my response to the voice in my head I hear him snickering at me. I look at his face seeing him smiling down at me. Oh my God can he really be talking to me in my head? Does he know what I’m thinking? There’s no way, that’s impossible. “Get out of my head!” I silently yell. Then I tell myself to stop. To hang on to what little brain I have left. I chastise myself repeating over and over again not to communicate with the invisible person in my head. Shit. I’m getting worse by the second I need to get the hell out of here. The voice laughs at me again.
I tune back in once again only to see everyone staring at me like I am crazy which I am so I can’t blame them for staring.
“Lana will you get your head out of your ass before I hit you with something” Angie is commanding.
“Sorry I think I've had a little too much to drink” I respond. The buzz I had going has long since passed. I’m not in the slightest bit drunk or buzzed. Angie and Liz start laughing at me. “Our new friends have been asking you your name.” Liz says wrapping an arm around my neck. I look at the girl and boy I saw across the street earlier without meeting their eyes I smile the best I can before saying “Hello,
I'm Lana Parker.” The whole time I’m saying it I know with every molecule of my being they already know my name. The girl smiles as she introduces herself. “I’m Lisa Kindle it’s nice to meet you Lana.” The not so intimidating guy tells me his name is Cain Rushing. I smile my fake smile, “It’s nice to meet you Cain.” I respond. I feel blondie’s eyes boring a hole through me he’s daring me to speak to him. Well, he can just keep waiting. If he thinks, I am a coward, then so be it. I don’t care. After a few seconds of me acting like he isn’t sitting at the table he clears his throat and holds his hand out to me. Ugh!
