Shattered

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Okay, uh, what drink can I get you?" I tried, an attempt to switch the conversation and not giving him an open chance for a sadistic response. 

He didn't respond to that. Instead he stared back at me with his lips still curved upwards, eyes wondering over the length of my face. And as more minutes passed by of him doing so, the closer I grew to wanting to scream out for help. However, I did doubt my screams would have any effect in this incredibly loud club.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm afraid if you keep on staring at me, and making me unconformable, I will have to take some serious actions." I trailed off, the discomfort most likely noticeable in my words.

"Yeah, like what?" He arched a brow up at me and I found myself glancing over his face more closely. There was something oddly familiar about his brown eyes, sandy colored hair and tan skin. It was just the way his defined features stuck out to me and that strange familiarity shining in his eyes leading me to think he was someone I doubted he could ever really be.

Unless... it was him...

"Randy?" The name left my lips without a second thought.

A soft chuckle left his lips and suddenly, any sadistic, creepy thoughts about this man, disappeared. 

"Took you long enough to realize, Nina." He said with a warm grin. A soft gasp left my lips as a large grin powered onto my face. Without hesitating, I pushed the bar counter door open and reached towards him, pulling him into a hug. His grown, stronger arms wrapped around me and I squeezed him tightly, shocked at seeing yet another familiar face from nearly four years ago.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it's you." Randy murmured, as I pulled back and grinned up at him. "When Lucas told me you worked here, I had to come down here and see for myself."

My smile faltered slightly at the mention of his name, but pushed the image of his grown, matured face away from my mind.

"It's been too long," I cleared my throat, eyes wondering across his face. "You look great."

And I really did mean that. He looked exceptionally similar to the nineteen year old I last saw, but he was now more grown and mature. Other than gaining a bit more muscle, growing out more facial hair and equipping a new haircut, he was still the same Randy.

"Thanks," He flashed a small smile. "You look gorgeous, Nina."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. As if the bags under my eyes couldn't carry an old women's grocery shopping."

He had to be lying to me. Although I was aware of the fact I wasn't some ugly duckling that would make little children scream if they were to look at me, I knew I wasn't jaw dropping pretty. I was decent, average and was quite content with that. Puberty hadn't been as friendly as it had been to others. My breast had grown, and were now average size, I guess. My behind wasn't all too large nor small. And for the most part, my facial features had matured slightly not drastically.

He laughed, arching a brow at me. "Come on, I'm being serious here. You look really good, Nina."

"Although I know you're lying, I'll take the compliment... Thank you." I gave him a pointed grin, which he just smiled and shook his head at. I returned back to behind the counter, watching as Randy glanced behind him briefly, before taking a seat across from me on a bar stool.

"It's been what? Five years or something since I last you? Fill me in on everything that I've missed." I smiled at him, once again leaning my chin on my palm, however this time from interest rather than boredom.

"I don't know, where do I start?" He blew out a breath, running a hand across his face.

"Start from the very moment you left the foster home." I suggested, the memory of the day I had lost my only other friend than Lucas, still all so fresh in my mind. It was just over a year when I was entering Junior year, Randy got accepted into fucking Harvard. He was a smart guy, always had been, and almost didn't make it into college due to tuition fees. But as if the dean or whoever was in charge, came to their senses, offered him a full scholarship.