The Book Trader

Chapter 2: Too many questions too little time

(If you slide the video to the right, theres a pic. This is what I imagine 'the guy' as. Sorry I love Frank Iero.)

We all then started to dance along to the music, took a few drink brakes and it wen't like this for a wile. Although we where still dancing, I could only think about one thing. The one thing that seemed.... Pretty. Odd.

The bottle cap and that guy. Okay so, make that's two things on my mind. But, still I I also had one question flowing threw my mind.

'Why ME?' , 'Who ordered it?' ,and 'Is it the guy that I think it is is the one who bought me the drink?'

Okay, when I thought of that,I didn't think I had a lot more then one question. Okay? I just over flow with more then one question.

Right now, I didn't feel like dancing, and I didn't feel like drinking. I just had so many thoughts in my head. I just wanted to go home, lay down, and just think things out. Now, I certainly don't feel like myself. 'Whats wrong with me?' Add that to the list on questions.

I then sat down by myself at the booth. And now I just sit in silence.

I could see Jenna making her way towards me along with a tall buff shirtless dude.

"Hey, come back to dancing with us!" She said a little drunkenly, okay maybe alot more then 'a little'.

I then took out my phone from my clutch and looked at the time. "Its 1:55. We should go home, it's getting late."

"Come on." Jenna then hugged me, and I lightly pushed her away. "We where having fun!"

"Hey, if we go now you could bring your boy to your place."

"You k- You know that- that sounds like a great idea."

After about 34 minutes we, well I mean I got all the girls together. I saw Mandy locking lips with a hot guy on top of the Women's bathroom sink, and Tayler and Carlie dancing with some other people.

Taylor was probably the soberest person there, so she was the Shepard. "I call riding shut gun, y'all too hamard to drive."

"Hey, I'm not that drunk." I told her.

"Well you-You didn't part-party hard like me." She pointed at herself. Along with the nameless guy's arm around her.

"Oh-yah. There's no room in the car for a-uh sixth person." Taylor said.

"Oh, I volunteer as tribute to be in the trunk!" Mandy held her hand up high as if we where in school.

"Okay then." I said reassuring her.

I looked over at the bar to see that guy standing up and putting on his leather looking jacket. 'Who whears a leather jacket in the spring? (when it's freacking humid out?)' I could see that he had left $5 bucks or so on the counter for the bartender.

'Hes more then likely leaving.' I thought to myself.

We whent out the enterence, (an't I a bad ass going OUT the IN door?) I again looked past my sholder as if I was paranoyed. I saw him turning up his coller. 'Well an't he a bad ass?'

I looked back threw the (still) open door. As I walked I peaked in, just as I was walking, I cought a glimps of him comming towards the enterence, he then came out side.

Half of me wanted to walk up to him and ask him, 'Why the hell where you stairing at me? and Wher you the one who bought me that drink?' But, I didn't. The other half is shy and miss understood. Also, some times I have a burst of confidence and the other half is imbarised and wants to just burry my head in the ground. So,- I didn't ask him.