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Chapter 2 ~ If Looks Could Kill I'd Be The Deadest Man Alive

     I slumped around trying to shake off my food coma. It probably wasn't the best idea to tear through a burger just hours before a party, where I was bound to make dozens of drink fueled mistakes. Sprawled out on my bed, I thought about the day.

     I was in denial. Extreme denial. One month was all I had to fall in love. Not just fall in love, but steal a woman's heart as well.

     SHIT, I thought, rolling onto my back, It's impossible, there is no way in hell-

     My phone vibrated, interrupting my thoughts.  I pulled it out of my pocket, sat up, and checked it. Another text from Cameron. Nonsense about how hot Sharon was. I sighed.

     Cameron and I had known each other since high school. We'd been the creepy types that followed girls around and peeked into their locker room. I matured in that sense but Cameron hadn't. He still "accidentally" walked into women's bathrooms occasionaly.

     I checked the time on my phone, thirty after eight 'o clock. I had half an hour until the party at Sharon's.

     I changed out of my business casual into party casual and spiked up my hair.

     Is that too much? Oh God those spikes are too high... I look like a total bro, I thought to myself as I nervously checked out my work in my miniscule mirror. 

     My hands flashed across the top of my head, attempting to create a non-bro hairstyle. They slipped over the cool gel and glided up and down. I decided that a front flip up wasn't too insane.

     When I entered the lobby I noticed that Mya's mother was working Mya's night shift. When I pushed on the door, she spoke to me.

     "Where you off to tonight Adam?" Mrs. Merrywhether cooed, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously behind her wire rimmed spectacles. Ever since her husband died the year before she'd been creeping on me. She touched her white, curled hair in a rather odd manner, scrunching it upwards.

     "Um, to see my friends," I answered awkwardly. "Where'd Mya go?"

     "Oh, she went to her friend's house for a study date." Mrs. Merrywhether rested her elbow on the desk and looked up dreamily. Without responding, I stepped out into the bitter cold air.

     The wind chilled me as I opened my car's paint peeled door. Once the piece of shit started I had only one thing on my mind, find a girl tonight.

     Sharon seemed pretty much out of my league but maybe I could reel in a hot minion. Or two. I was desperate enough to do that.

     My car felt like it was made of ice due to it's lack of heating. The seats were tense and it felt as if I was sitting on a piece of frozen meat at a butcher's shop. Like the one's they hang up. Maybe if I could pull this thing off I'd have enough cash to buy a new ride. Hell, I'd be rolling in dough.

     I passed by a group of homeless people standing around a fire filled trash can. It reminded me of something I'd see in a movie. I then realized this whole situation I was in was like a movie.

      A sick, twisted movie. Not necessarily for the viewers, but for the actors. The stars being me and the girl that'd I'd possibly rope in. Yet she wouldn't know it was a movie, she'd just happen to walk by the camera. Metaphorical fame's a bitch.

     My thoughts drowned my surroundings and before I could shiver again, I was at Sharon's apartment complex. It was one of those ones you'd see online and calculate how much money you'd have to "borrow" from your parents to live there for a week. Dazzling lights sparkled across it's outside and interior.