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Judas
Finishing the gig with a low lull voice, I wiped the dripping sweat off my forehead as I disappeared off stage. The audience's claps and cheers did not dissipate as Denis excitedly came up to me with a nerdy grin. "Good job man," I gave him a quick shake, "that performance definitely caught some ladies' hearts," he winked.
I smiled and followed him down the steps. The dimly lit room was densely heated with human bodies and fake smoke; just the perfect combo.
"I loved the part when you sung, 'if onnlyyyy'. It correlated to what I was feeling.. if only more chick's would flock to me the way they do to you." Denis said seriously, referring to the last verse of my outro. I laughed. Denis always talks about how he could get any chick, but as soon as a girl walks up to him, he starts stammering and sweating nervously. At least the guy tries.
"Well, you can. Just sing."
"Just sing," he imitated and made a face, "have you heard me sing? I sound like a girl faking an orgasm whenever I even attempt to hit a note."
"Well.. I can't deny what's true. And you wouldn't even know what a girl's fake orgasm sounds like." I lifted an eyebrow.
"Shut up." We both look at each other and laughed. I laughed because it was sarcastic yet true and he laughed because he knew it too.
We looked across the room just as Travis waved us over. Denis and I made our way over to what appears to be Travis in his natural habitat. He had his arms full by a big racked blonde and a slender, long-legged brunette. He looked over the moon as his side chicks continued to purr next to him.
Denis adjusted his thick frames and gulped nervously.
"Nice show, as always man. You want some drinks? We can share.." Travis trails off with a titted head and hinting light verdant eyes.
He meant 'be my wingman and get laid'. On a typical night, I was up for it but something deep in my guts was telling me 'no, not today'.
"Yeah baby, come drink with us." The tan brunette purred, her attention directed to me. Eyes sparkling with the perfect mischief and seductiveness, she laid her hand on my bicep and egged me to stay. My mouth opened to say it's usual, "of course babe," but closed it again. My heart felt uneasy and I couldn't stop thinking about her and those shocked oasis eyes.
Why was I like this?
I needed a smoke.
Nonchalantly moving out of her grasp, I said, "My buddy Denis here would like a drink." Then I excused myself.
I left a skittish Denis and a questioning Travis at the table. I could see the small question in Travis' eyes. But I knew as the night progressed, Travis would had no recollection of what had happened, thanks to the booze and alcohol that will make it's way into his system.
Walking away, I gave Denis a knowing look. This is your chance to get laid, buddy. He nodded as if he heard me and swallowed nervously.
It's been sixteen years and eleven months. Denis' seventeen birthday is next month and the kid needs to get laid. At least once.
As Travis and his company, and Denis' nervous stuttering drift away, I neared the exit of the back door.
Once outside, my beat Doc Martens hit the metal step and it clattered briefly. I stepped out onto concrete and faced the cold, dead night. The back door was located in an isolated and dark alley, with little to no people passing by. Once outside though, you have a clear wide view of the clubs and on-goings across the street. Knowing this and always being a fan of people-watching, I leaned against the brick wall and pulled out a pack of Marlboro and a lighter.
There was something fascinating about people-watching. You could almost paint an entire story of their lives just by paying attention to the delicate details of their actions, their expressions, their aura, and the way they carry themselves. I found it fascinating how you could find out more than you bargain for just by remaining silent and paying close attention. I always played a little people-watching game to myself and tried to guess what their current frustrations were. I especially participate in these games when locals pass around the area or during school whenever I'm bored. In fact, this way of living became rooted to my core and now, I would always ponder what other stranger's stories are. I became knowledgeable of things my friends preferred were kept secrets. Examples being that Travis slept with my ex-girlfriend, Amity Fletcher last month (and he still hadn't muster the courage to confess to me). Or Denis having a crush on Paige Quinn, a quiet girl in our Chem class.
Exhaling a stream of smoke, my head tilted up and my thoughts drifted to her. The girl whom I saved before the gig. I wondered what her life story was. My thoughts flashed back to the glossy green eyes of surprise that was meshed with strains of sadness. Alhough our eye contact was not long, it was hard not to mistake those pings of sadness held in her eyes.
A small part of me pondered if she wanted to pass on. Her eyes were closed. She had seemed so peaceful.
I looked down at my outfit: an oversized nude hoodie, a black bomber jacket, and dark ripped jeans. I was overanalyzing everything again. As always. I took another inhale of my cigarette.
"Are you the bus stop?" A loud giggle.
"Where's the bus stop?!"
"HEY!" I looked up. Across the street, was a drunken girl trailing after locals leaving Floors & Mayhem, a local bar many Williamsburg residents go to. Her sentences were loud, unstable, and slurred.. and her footsteps mirrored it. The drunken girl continued to trail after a couple. "Where's the bus stop?!"
She turned around and I immediately recognized her. It was the girl who I saved either. Expect she was pissed drunk.
I throw my cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. Without a thought, I jogged across the street. Standing a couple of yards away from her, I deterred myself.
Stop, Judas.
I don't know her. She's a stranger.
I should get back to the bar while my friends lie.
I watched as she hiccuped and slumped to the ground. "TAKE ME TO THE BUS STOP PLEASE!" She yelled to a street light pole. She smiled and giggled, "you're kinda cute," and started stroking the pole like a cat lady who carcasses her fifty cats.
I frowned.
What the fuck?
I shoke my head. Maybe I'm just seeing things. I blinked a couple times. Nope, she's still there, drooling over a pole.
A fucking pole.
I looked around and noticed others were too busy to notice. Yet.
I should just leave before someone thinks I know her.
And I should've.
I told myself to back off.. but for some reason, my two feet stood rooted to the spot, refusing to turn around. Cursing at myself, I walked up to her before my self conscious could react. "Hey," I nudged her. "Where's the bus stop? I take you."
Slowly, she looked up. Then she gave me a drunk, wide-mouthed grin and squinted. "h-heyyyy, do I know you?"
"No. But I'll help you get to your destination because I'm a nice person." I half-lied. Technically, it was the truth. Until a few hours prior, I didn't know her.
I offered my hand to help her get up but she swatted it away. "Noooo, mommy says I can't talk to strangers!" she slurred.
I rolled my eyes.
..As if she weren't begging strangers to take her to the bus stop a few minutes ago.
Slowly, she staggered to raise herself up. However, because she was still borderline passed out drunk, she failed to stabilize her weight. Fast to react, I reach my hands out to catch her from her fall. Before I could react my body trips on itself and slams to the ground next to her.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath. Pain shot up my right arm. I lift up my hand to see an unsightly scratch on the balms of my hand. Great.
"C'mon," I gritted my teeth. I pulled myself and the girl up. All the while, she continues to giggle. Which way is the bus stop?" I asked.
She pointed north. "Thanks, I guess sometimes cute guys are nice after all." She slurs, before turning around and flashing me a close-eyed, breath-taking dimply smile. I froze.
Suddenly, chunky oatmeal-coloured liquid fly towards me and I'm pulled out of my gaze.
I close my eyes just as the chucks hit my face.
Oh. My. Fucking. Shit.
Praying that it's not what I think it is, I slowly wipe my face.
I look down at the foul glob on my hand. My heart dropped.
It's vomit.
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