Henley's P.O.V
I grin as we get into the dingy bar. Sasha let us in this time. She said that Sebastian had the night off so she was stuck doing the bartending. To me, that made no sense. Colin could easily do the bartending on his own. A lot of the people that come to this bar order the simplest things. Hardly ever any mixed drinks. Mostly just beers and vodka. I prefer to stick to Jack.
Madeline giggles as she pulls me out to our usual table. For some reason no one ever takes this table. Not once in the past few months that we've been coming here has anyone sat there. That is, until tonight.
My eyes widen as I spot two blondes sitting at our table. Madeline gasps in an over dramatic way, but I ignore her to keep myself from laughing. Getting a closer look at them, I realize they're two grown men. They're both very attractive and can't be much older than us. One has fluffy blonde hair and the other has teased blonde hair with an odd brown patch in it.
"I'm gonna go teach those guys a lesson!" Madeline exclaims. She takes a step closer, then stops. "Wait a minute."
"What," I laugh, wanting to see how this pans out. I love the girl but damn can she be dramatic.
"They're hot," She says. "Oh my God! The one with the fluffy hair is extra hot." She wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. Honestly, you'd think she'd already been drinking. "The other one is just your type."
I push her off, rubbing my ear. "Why the hell did you whisper like that?" She just shrugs in response, fixing her top to show off more cleavage. I grab her wrist as she takes a step towards the men. "Don't go over there! We can easily find another table."
Madeline sighs. "Look. This is a one time chance! And we can finally get you laid."
I roll my eyes. I guess I'm not winning this argument. "Not everything is about getting laid, y'know."
Madeline opens her mouth to respond, but a deeper voice sounds from behind her. "It may not be everything, but it sure as hell is fun."
I look back towards the table to see the fluffy blonde gone. His friend sits there, looking at me strangely. I just blush and turn back to the guy.
"So why're two lovely ladies like yourself hangin' 'round our table?" He asks.
Madeline scoffs. "Actually it's our table. We're just letting you use it."
I half expect the blonde to get a bit mad, but he doesn't. He laughs wrapping his arms around Madeline and I's shoulders. "Well, why don't you join us if it's your table. We'd hate to leave you without a table as special as this one."
"Don't be a smart ass," Madeline says. I know she's enjoying the attention she's getting from this dude. It's obvious by the way she's looking at him. I know that smirk is reserved for when she likes someone.
I move away from the guy, causing his arm to fall. He looks over at me. "We'll hang with you guys as long as you keep your hands to yourselves."
"Speak for yourself," Madeline giggles.
I sigh. "Alright, I'll stay as long as you guys don't touch me."
"It's gonna be a party tonight!" He exclaims, looking really excited. "I'm Steven by the way."
"Madeline," Madeline says, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"I'm Henley," I say almost too quietly.
Steven grins down at me. "You're really quiet."
I just shrug, settling in beside the other blonde. He smiles at me, but I just turn my head to look towards the entrance. I'm hoping that tonight my friend will come in. I haven't seen him for a while at it makes me sad. He genuinely brings me joy. He's probably the best substitute for Tommy. After all, they act a lot alike.
I feel a tap on my shoulder. I try my best to hold back my audible groan. I just got here and I already want to leave. How sad is that?
I turn my head to see the blonde smiling at me. I try my best to return the smile, but I guess it didn't reach my eyes. I hope he's not taking offense to me acting the way I am. I'm not meaning to be rude, it's just that my heart isn't in it tonight. I guess I'm just getting homesick for L.A after that phone call with Athena.
"I'm Duff," He finally says, holding his hand out for my to shake it.
I need to be at least a little bit nice. "I'm Henley."
He grins at me wider. I guess he's happy that I finally spoke to him. "That's a pretty name."
I smirk. "I guess Duff is a pretty name too."
He laughs, taking a swig from what looks to be vodka. "It's a nickname."
"Then what's your real name?"
"Michael."
I nod my head, looking him over. His eyes are this pretty color hazel and his smile is really cute. He dresses a lot like how Tommy does when he's not in his outrageous stage clothes. He has zero makeup on his face which makes me happy. I've been around too many guys that wear eyeliner and lipstick just to be more "rock n roll". I'm pretty sure they're getting the different genres of rock confused. They're more glam rock than anything. Although, I think they're just trying to look like Nikki Sixx. I may not have a crush on the dude, but he is one sexy motherfucker.
"Duff suits you better," I respond, glancing back towards the entrance.
"Waiting for someone?" Duff asks, looking in the direction I am.
I sigh. "Not really. It's really just hit or miss if he comes tonight. We didn't talk about meeting up or anything."
I didn't get to talk to him at all at school today. We kinda avoid each other when we're outside of the bar. I guess we just don't fit in together.
Duff smiles. "Maybe I can replace him tonight."
"Maybe," I grin.
Okay, so this guy wasn't that bad. He's pretty sweet. At least that's what I'm getting from talking to him the past five minutes.
"So," Duff says, taking a drink of his Russian Water. "What do you and this guy usually do?"
"Well, me and Hyde-."
"Hyde?"
I giggle. "It's his last name." I take the vodka from Duff and drink some. I'm gonna need some liquid encouragement before I say this. I ignore the burning sensation in my throat and smile at Duff. "We usually fuck." That's definitely not true. But his reaction is priceless.
Duff nearly spits out the Jack he stole from Steven. "I didn't expect that," He coughs out. I laugh, watching him. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen," I respond, smiling at him.
He laughs. "I didn't expect that from you."
"And how old are you since we're talking ages here?"
"Nineteen."
I scoff. "You're only three years older than me."
"Yeah, but-."
"When did you lose your virginity, Duff?"
"Uh. . .," He trails off, not sure how to respond.
I giggle, loving how easily I made him stumble on his words.
I turn my head to see if Sasha or Colin is at the bar so that I can grab Duff and I another bottle of vodka when I see Hyde walk in.
I instantly spot his brown curly hair and sunglasses that he wears all the time. Trailing behind him is some beautiful blonde. I feel my smile drop as they come closer. I don't think Hyde realizes I'm sitting right here. Hyde looks back at the blonde and kisses her. I feel a twang of jealousy shoot through me. I'm not gonna lie. I really liked him. I guess I never really had a chance.
"Henley?" Duff nearly yells to grab my attention.
I turn my head towards Duff, trying to stop the tears from falling.
"What's the matter?" He asks.
Just as I'm about to respond, a familiar voice sounds from next to me.
"Henley?"
I look over to see Hyde and his new 'girl' standing beside the table.
Great. This is exactly what I fucking wanted to happen tonight.