Hammered

       Before I met her, there were a lot of things going on. I was a junior in high school when I told my mom that I wanted to move in with my dad. She seemed furious yet scared at the same time. I was 16 turning 17. My father was a navy seal until he was sliced in his cornea. No one knew how it happened, neither did my father, the victim of the awful crime. He survived thankfully. My dad is now a personal trainer. Anyway, I wanted to move in with him because I felt I could actually put my effort into my work if I didn't have to worry about my mom coming home. She's a pretty strict person when it comes to schoolwork. She used to be on my back 24/7. I just couldn't have her racking my brain with so much of this extra work she would assign to me. So, we had a court date set and my father had custody of me but I had to see my mother every weekend. I lived with my father through the rest of junior and senior year of high school, scored a 2205 on my SAT's and was accepted to a numerous amount of colleges. My pick had to be Drexel University in Philadelphia. Now before going to view the school, I lived in California and my father decided that I am now officially a man. He offered me an apartment in Philadelphia on one condition, I had to work for the items. When I reached to Philadelphia, I checked out where I was living.

      The apartment was amazing. There was an upstairs that led to different rooms, a kitchen, master bedroom, living room, only thing missing was all the furniture. I had to work for that. I worked part time at a graphic design job in California but since I had moved, I had to call my boss and tell him I couldn't work anymore. I gave him my location and lucky enough he had a cousin that owned a business similar to his. I contacted his cousin and a few interviews later I had gotten the job. I was glad that I didn't have to hear my mother's constant yapping of how I wouldn't make money playing video games and how video game designers don't even make a lot of money. That was when I was still in high school. I used to play and still do play videogames for hours. I had actually met one of my best friends online. I found out he lived in Philidelphia, he was the same age as me and I've known him since I was 13 years old. This was when I had gotten, at the time, a brand new Ps3. We exchanged phone numbers,.then I told him about the school I was going to and he flipped out. He had told me that he was going to Drexel as well. Everything seemed to be going great. I had rebelled but then forgave my mom for telling me that following my dreams would get me nowhere. I had a beautiful home to live in and good friends to converse with. The harder I worked, the more money that was coming into my wallet and the easier it was to pay my bills. I was smooth sailing. Not everything was perfect though. I wanted someone to share this with. I wanted someone I could hold at night and laugh with. I had a girlfriend in high school who left me for someone else. In the several months I was in Drexel University, I met some college girls. Though they only seemed interested in partying and sex, some of them were actually nice and I became close friends with them. Sarah was one of those smart, pretty girls that knew how to have a good time. She just wasn't the type for me. She wasn't committed to having kids one day or even being married.One Saturday night, some college freshmen decided to throw a party. 

                     There were fliers stating that there would be good bands, food and game activities. I picked up one of the fliers and skimmed through it. It seemed like a legit party so I went to the address. I can't lie, it was pretty funny seeing college kids drunk. Some were starting fights, others were passed out on the chairs and couches, their bodies covering the piss infested furniture. I had a little buzz when I was at the party but nothing major. That's when I went upstairs in the bedroom and closed the door. I had to get away from the noise and I was planning to sleep off the buzz until I was fully sober again. Then I heard a knock on the door. As I got closer, I could hear little sobs fill my ear. I opened the door and found a girl was at the door. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be in here. I'll just go" she had said to me while trying to wipe the tears away. "No, please come in. Even though this isn't my place" I had said. She chuckled but it had quickly changed to a frown. "I'm sorry, but usually when someone is as down as you at a party, I have to try and cheer them up somehow. Please, talk to me. what's going on with you?" I had asked with a reassuring grin. She entered the room and sat on the bed. She was beautiful but her sadness was swelling up inside me. I had to figure out a way to make her smile. "My boyfriend left me for another girl. I never thought this would happen. I gave him everything and I let him use me!" She had said with violent tears. She poured her heart out for about 15 minutes and then stopped. I was sitting next to her the whole time with my hand on her back. I still felt a little buzzed and I wanted to get rid of it but I felt that I should take another shot after hearing her story. She took two shots of Baileys mixed with tequila. After a couple of minutes talking about our favorite type of music and what are jobs were, things started to get interesting. I realized I had been talking to this girl with my forehead touching hers. She had just realized it as well but we didn't do anything about it. She leaned in closer and gave me a kiss on the lips. Then again and again until we found ourselves pressed against each other. She was lying on top of me, her jeans fitting her so nicely. Her knees were at the side of my waist. I remember lifting her shirt up and exposing her bare flat stomach. Her pink lace bra was a turn on and she unzipped my grey jeans. My hands flowed gently on the sides of her abdomen. I saw her tattoos. Then she leaned down and kissed my lips which turned into French kisses. I'm pretty sure you can figure out what happens next but it was a night to remember. The next couple of days passed and I remember not being able to forget about that night. I didn't even know her name. In order to get her out of my head, I called up a few of my friends and we decided to go to a pretty fancy restaurant for the night. It was Kyle, Chris and I who all agreed on the restaurant called Exquisite. We had taken our seats at a booth near the window and as soon as we had finished ordering, I saw her. She was wearing a pair of white jeans and a white double-breasted coat with a toque and a pair of black heels that were not too high. Her hair fell perfectly down her back and over her shoulders. I suddenly had remembered that night. She had red hair when I met her that night but now it was brown. I liked it. The waiter came back to our table and handed each of us our drinks. Then I saw the girl approach our table swiftly. Her hair fell perfectly at her shoulders passing her bosoms. "Is my friend here treating you guys okay" she asked with a very wide but pleasant smile. "Actually no, your friend over here is being way too nice. His smile is hurting my eyes!" Kyle joked back. We all began to laugh, then she faced me. I felt my face get warm. She had a surprised look on her face then asked if she could speak with me for a couple of minutes. I told her sure and got out of the booth. Kyle and Chris seemed confused but went on talking to the waiter. The girl pulled me in to a room filled with different aprons and hats. "I remember you" she said to me. "Uh yeah, I remember you too" I had said with a nervous grin. "I'm really sorry about the other night. I had never done anything like that in my life. I tried to stay but it was too hard to talk to you after what we did" the girl said. "It's okay. I tried to look for you too but I guess you left early in the morning uh..." I looked at her name tag. "Demetria" I said. She smiled and looked at her name tag, then looked up at me. "Yeah, that's my name but everyone calls me Demi. Well since you have my name, what's yours mystery man" she said. "Ryan, but everyone calls me Ryan" I said with a grin. She giggled and looked at the floor. "I should get back to work" she says. "Wait, I wanted to tell you something" I said, stopping her in her tracks. "What?" She asked. "I noticed how sad you were that day. If you need someone to talk to... I could give you my number and we can hang" I said. "Um... Sure why not" she said, getting a pen from her double breasted coat pocket.

      She wrote her number on my arm and I immediately saw her tattoos. They were placed beautifully on her arm. I looked up when she was done and I smiled. "I really have to get back to work but we can chat tonight if you want" Demi said. " Yeah okay, that sounds good" I said. We had left the chef attire infested closet and I could not help myself but stare at her bodacious curves. I sat back down at my booth and it looked like Kyle and Chris had already eaten half the plate of fries and sliders. "So, I see you guys enjoyed the meal" I said with a smirk. About 20 minutes later, Chris recognized my arm. "Either you got a new tattoo while you were in that closet or that girl gave you her number...So when did you get the tat?" Chris joked. "Well, I told the girl that I wanted to see her again and maybe get to know her better. I know I was pretty drunk at that party but she seemed really messed up about a guy she broke up with not too long ago" I said. "Hopefully your little play date works out." Kyle said. "Yeah it's time for us to head on out." Chris added. I walked them out of the restaurant and looked back before I had walked out the door to catch one last look at Demi. She walked around the booth we were sitting at and catched my eye. She smiled and waved goodbye. I raised my hand signaling my leave. My heart was thumping. I rummaged around for my keys in my pocket. Just then, I spotted Demi coming out of the restaurant with my peripheral vision. She seemed to be holding something in her hands. That was when I realized, my keys must have slipped out of my back pocket. She walked up to me and opened the palm of her hand to reveal the shiny silver metal that was the key to my car. "I believe you dropped this good sir" she mocked. "Haha, thank you kind lady" I said gently, grabbing the key out of her hand as if she was a delicate flower I did not wish to harm. The soft touch of my fingertips that had stroked against her palm had given me the chills. We looked at each other with such spark in our eyes. She smiled at me. It was the best smile I had ever seen in my life. It was not like a casual smile an ordinary person would give to simply say "hi". No, this smile was bright and beautiful. Her teeth looked like the whitest and brightest teeth I had ever seen in my entire life. "Hey, I was wondering if you just wanna hang out today. I can drive you home afterwards." I said. "How do you know if I have a car or not" she asked with a smirk. "I don't but I am guessing by your working status that you should have a car and not a crappy one like these parked out front." I said. "Wow, you are good. I do own a car but I decided to ask a friend for a ride today." Demi replied. "So does that mean I can drive you home?" I asked desperately hoping for a yes. "Maybe, maybe not" she said with a sly yet sexy smirk. "I'll take that as a yes then" I said. I followed her back into the restaraunt and watched her as she prepared food for the remaining customers. Her hips were so curvy, her hair was so long and wavy and her tatted up arms are beautiful. Her smile lighted up the whole room. She finished serving her last customer and I had lead her to my car. "Wow, this is a really nice car." She said with a surprised look on her face. "Wow, you said that like you wouldn't expect a guy like me to have a car like this." I had said with a smile. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I just really like the car" she said as she looked down at her shoes. I opened the car door for her and circled around to the driver's side of the car. I started the ignition and waited until she told me where she wanted to go. I looked at her and smiled with a confused look on my face. "Surprise me mystery man" she said as she reached over for her seatbelt.