"Hurry up man!" I tell Max.
"I'm hurrying! Chill. The club isn't going anywhere," he says.
"I know that, but I'm an impatient person, I don't like waiting," I tell him.
When Max is finally ready to go, I tell him, "We're taking my car. The chicks like it more."
"I still can't believe your dad bought you a Ferrari. My mom says you're too spoiled and that I'm stuck with my Mercedes," he says.
"Yes, I am. My dad has to make up being gone all the time in some way and I'm more than happy to accept his gifts of guilt," I tell him. I wave at the security men stationed at the gate as I wait for it to open.
The club we are going to is owned by one of my dad's friends, so we don't even get carded. When we get inside, we head straight up to the VIP section. A server brings us drinks and we lean over the railing, looking out over the people dancing below. What I'm really looking for is my next conquest. There are lots of hot chicks below, but I'm looking for the one that gains my interest the most. I see a hot blonde that I may just have to introduce myself to.
I turn to Max to let him know that I'm heading down to the dance floor, and see that he is staring intently towards the booths behind us. I follow his gaze to a booth where there is a guy and girl sitting and see why he is so enthralled. The girl is gorgeous. Even though she looks nothing like the blondes I usually go for, I can't help but appreciate her looks anyways. I measure up the guy that she is sitting with. He looks a little older than me and most girls would probably think he is handsome. They both have sort of a European look to them, which I find interesting.
Max nudges me and says, "Stop staring. I saw her first."
I nudge him back, "Did you also see that she is with someone?"
"I don't care. I'm in love," he says. When isn't he in love? In my eyes, it's really sad the way he falls in and out of love all the time. Love is for morons who don't realize how ridiculous it is to tie yourself to just one girl. I believe in having fun while I'm still young.
We're both still staring at her, when I notice the guy glance over at us. He smirks and turns back to the girl. He says something to her that I can't hear over the music, then they both get up to leave. As she walks past us, she doesn't even glance in my direction, which disappoints me for some reason.
As they walk down the stairs, I lean over the railing again to watch. Max does the same thing. "I have to talk to her," Max says.
"Look down there, there are plenty of hot girls. Let that one go. She is already taken," I tell him, but I can't help but feel the same way he is feeling. It's true, there are plenty of hot chicks down there, but I can't seem to take my eyes off of one in particular.
I watch as the guy and girl make their way to the middle of the dance floor. They start dancing to the techno song playing. As they are dancing, I notice that there is space between them. Maybe they aren't together after all. If she was with me, I'd be dancing closer to her. She raises her arms over her head as she moves to the music. She then raises her eyes up to where we're standing and I see her smile and wink.
Did I just see that right? Max is thinking the same thing, "Did you just see that?"
"Yeah," I tell him. "I'm going down there." I immediately walk to the stairs even though I can hear Max whining behind me. I don't care if he saw her first. I don't care if she is with some other dude. I'm going to consider her little flirtation as an invitation for more.
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Killing Me Softly - Teenage Assassin - aka Young Love MurderTeen Fiction
This isn’t a love story, it’s a love adventure. First love’s a killer, but so is seventeen-year-old Annabelle Blanc. She was raised to be an assassin and taught to never fall in love. She’s at the top of her game until she meets Gabriel Sanchez. Tot...