Past Pains ||02||

"Hey, Kass come on!!" Jen dragged me to the door. I felt bad passing those bystanders that waited in that long ass slow line. But Im not in the position to complain now, am I? I was being dragged in the fast lane and heading to the door. Gina showed the man the tickets and she excitedly walked in followed by Lucy, Jen and myself. Once I walked into these hollowed doors. My expectations were very low. Since I was of age I would just go to the bar, order Apple Martinis, and get drunk listening to the music that pumped through the building walls. Low enough expectations, huh?

I walked in going to my place, at the bar, when I saw this cute, no, fine guy he was flooded by fan girls. And he seemed the type that would let them get into his pants, easily. As I watched him, I began laughing and I seemed to get his attention, too, but I swiftly shifted my head and walked over to the bar. Okay, here I go. "May I have one Apple Martini, please?" I was psyched. I was in the mood for an Apple Martini. I hadn't had one for the longest. The bar tender handed it to me and I went for the gulp. The apple sour tingling taste reached my mouth and blew up my taste buds sending sensation through my body. Now, it wouldn't be soon for me to act drunk than, finally, reach the stage of being drunk.

"How are you," a low voice questioned but it was loud enough for me decipher the words. I turned to see the fine guy who was swarmed by his fan girls, earlier. I stared at him for a good second or two but I couldn't help but laugh. This guy was actually talking to me and he had one of those accents.

"I'm doing good. How about you?" I laughed again. I was having a conversation with some total complete stranger. It seemed like he blew off his fan girls because they were sending death threats with their eyes. That, also, made me laugh. "Hey miss, may I have another round," she nodded.

"I'm feeling good." Hewhispered into my ears. His hands searched for mine and held them. As I looked at him, my eyes scanned across his blondish brown hair and his smile. He was flirting with me and I did not know how to handle it. He needed to stop beforewegot into deeper trouble. I grabbed the next round and I slowly drunk it observing him from a glance. He joined me in my wrecklessness. After a few more shots the flashing lights began giving me a headache. "I think I'm wasted." He was smiling now. Let me say, I had to return his smile. When I was done, he lead me to the exit. The exit? I noticed, slowly. We stopped until we got to a black porsche. I observed him and, then, the car. He looked under twenty sevento have a porsche. I haven't met any successful young men, before. Either he got this porsche and was in some major debt or he had the money. Now, what did he think he could get out of me?

"Sooo... What's your name," I questioned. I was curious and I wasn't going anywhere with some unknown guy. He leaned against his car and he wrapped me in his arms. I looked into his eyes uneasily they were a greenishblue. Very pretty. I felt his well-built body, also. Even though, I was a little buzzed, I hadn't lost all common sense. I pulled away. Very slowly.

"My name is Maximus." So I did hear an accent, afterall.What is he, spanish, italian, french, latin... "What's yours," he asked back as curiously as I did.

"My name is Kassidy. Kass for short," I said. Maximus.
We looked at each other for a moment. He reached into his pocket and for awhile my thoughts got scattered. But they resurfaced with a nice phone.

"Here put your phone number in there." Okay. Maybe he would call. Maybe he wanted to get to know me better. But I had my doubts about this guy. In a few minutes I heard my ringtone sing,"Man I hate a shy chick, Don't you hate a shy chick I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo' She changed her name to my chick. Hahaha, yea boy that's my girl." I looked around confused as to where the sound was coming from. I felt something go in my front pocket and I squealed because I was ticklish there and it was very unexpected.

"Hello," Maximus answered. I turned around and he had my phone in his hand and he was answering my call. He looked at me with a daring look in his eye. "May I ask who is this?"

"This is- Who is this? And where is Kassidy?! Put her on the phone right n-"

"Here you go, Kassidy," Maximus shoved the phone in my hand while I choked on my laughter.

"Kassidy here, responding to duty, sir," I responded to the hysterical Jen on the other side of the phone.

"Where are you and who was that," Jen shrieked. I didn't even have to use the loudspeaker. I placed the phone about a foot from my face.

"That was, um, Carlos," I glanced at Maximus to play along. He gave me a reprimanding look in response. "You know that guy from tenth grade Spanish class. Yeah, were just reconnecting, again, out on the parking lot. Isn't that right, Carlos,"Maximus shook his head.

"Carlos? I don't think we had a Carlos in our class. Are you drunk, Kass? I don't think I would trust you with a complete stranger named Carlos out on the parking lot," She screamed into the phone. Having no problem at all to be heard over the music.

"Yes there was and I am not drunk, I am sober," I exasperated, pouting at Maximus, who was just staring at me.

"Sober my a-double-snakes," she screamed making me back up a step. What a rampaging kind of person.

"But mom, I promise we'll stay out here until you guys come out, okay? And, then, you can approve of Calvin," I slumped the phone over my shoulder, covering up the speaker. "How old are you," I questioned scrutinizing the way his body leaned on his car. He seemed young. Yes, of course. But he wasn't or didn't seem to be twenty one, my age.

"Twenty four." There it goes, again, that accent.

"What exactly are you? I mean what country did you come from before you came here. Not to be rude or anything but your accent, I couldn't help but notice...Its not a bad thing its actually really cute." I said watching his reaction. I couldnt help but laugh to cover up how nervous I was when his eyes reached mines. They were like burning stars captured in orbs.

"Calvin, you just said Carlos," I heard Jen scream out

of the other end of the phone. It kinda caught me off guard, thankfully, averting my eyes back to the object on my shoulder.

"Italian," I handed him back his phone, after, I entered my phone number. Wow, Italian. That made him even hotter.That factmade me blush and it fed my headache but, whatever, right? He was Italian.

"What's your phone number," I handed him my phone. I
leaned on his car. Next to him. Grazing my arm against his chest, accidentally, of course.Directing him to insert the numbers without hanging up on Jen.

"Kassidy, would you like to go to the movies," he requested

in resonant voice. The movies, now? Well, they did have them going on at them time of night but they were only for lovers and friends, who had benefits. But we hadn't known each other for an hour. We were like associates in the dark.

"Now," He quirked his eyebrow up at me as if to question my question. Then, he, slowly, nodded his head. I didn't know this guy. "Uhh.. Okay." I said unsure of what I had just said. But I could get to know him better, right? And against all my good judgement I say 'okay'. WTF is wrong with me? I must have been drunk, what did they put in that damned Apple Martini?

"We'll be their in a few just wait for us, okay," I heard yelling on the other side of the line.

"I'm getting a ride to the movies. Don't stop partying for me, okay? Have fun," I spoke, enthusiastically, into the phone. Eyeing away at Maximus who was rummaging in his pocket

for his key, hopefully.

"What," I heard more yelling.

I ended the phone call and shoved it into my jeans pocket. Walking around to the passenger seat of the porsche, I slid in smoothly. I could get accomadated with this sweet car, quickly.