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unreal. that is what all this is: unreal. it’s supposed to be a fun night to celebrate my birthday and what do i get? i should’ve known it would turn out to be a shit night out from the second i spilled red wine on myself at dinner. i ignored the signs given to me from the universe, and now i’m alone in a bathroom at the bar because my asshole “friends” abandoned me on my birthday for some mediocre looking guys who probably have small dicks.
i mentally roll my eyes at my idiot friends who are too sex deprived to even register that this was a girl’s night…for MY birthday! how crazy of me to think they could keep their legs closed for one special night to celebrate my twenty-first birthday. after washing my hands and making sure my mascara isn’t smudging from all the sweat, i smile at the girl next to me before heading out.
i push open the door, with no consideration of who was coming in. i hear a loud “ow!” and a string of cursing.
“oh my god, i’m sorry!” i reply almost immediately and help the girl I whacked back to her feet. “i suck, i’m so sorry, i was too preoccupied and—” i was interrupted by the girl’s laughter. i furrow my eyebrows and ask her what’s so funny.
“i was having an awful night, and this just added to it,” she says in between fits of laughter.
i start laughing with her, earning a few glares from other girls waiting to get into the bathroom. “you’re telling me—i’m all alone on my damn twenty-first birthday,” i sigh at the realization again.
before I can register what is going on, she grabs me by my arm and ushers me out of the bathroom with her. we squish by the mass of people on the dance floor and go straight to the bar. she waves the bartender over and orders 3 rounds of shots for the both of us.
“in celebration of our shitty lives, and your birthday!” she shouts, handing over the glass filled with lord knows what kind of vodka. i cheer and raise the glass up with her, before swallowing the liquid.
we take the shots back to back, each one bringing us higher and higher. by the end of the third shot, i was ready to forget about my friends and enjoy the night with my new friend for the night; i only turn 21 once. i mean fine, i get that they need to get laid—because i do too, but we go out every weekend! they had all this time to get laid, but instead they chose to seek it out tonight! just because i drank before i was even legal does not take away from my first night being legally able to get trashed.
i was interrupted by my new and dearest friend mia—or is it lia? —asking me if i’d like to go with her to meet back up with her friends. instantly i nod; i wasn’t going to give up my only companionship, even if I don’t know mia (lia?) and her friends all that well—but drunk girls make the best of friends.
mia/lia dragged my arm again into the midst of people. at some point someone grabbed my ass, but once i turned around to see who was going to get smacked in the face, i didn’t see anyone with ample opportunity—everyone was dancing to the music. i turn my attention back to my friend telling her about the creep who grabbed me, and she replies with “men ain’t shit!”.
my boyfriend who isn’t my boyfriend said he wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t come out to his favorite bar for my birthday even though he went to the gym this morning. whatever. screw him. i guess i’ll have to make do with whoever is hot enough.
i was too focused at trying to fuck over my not-so-boyfriend for fucking me over to notice that mia stopped in her tracks. i bumped into her, accidentally spilling my drink on someone.
“shit, i’m so sorry!” i apologize profusely again, when i hear a chuckle; i look into a pool of soft brown eyes, with what i think is a hint of amusement.
his eyes squint from laughing, and i couldn’t help but laugh with him. “hey, it’s totally cool. don’t worry about it.”
i was speechless at the sound of his voice and the way his chocolate eyes looked down at me. i couldn’t come up with one measly sentence to let him know that i am of sane mind, and not just some girl who took 3 shots prior.
“tell you what, you can make it up to me by coming with me to get us both some drinks.” he playfully nudges my shoulder and smiles at me—who is this guy? he’s been sent from the heavens with his thousand-watt smile, and his pretty brown eyes, and his arms.
i smile back at him because i didn’t trust myself to say anything. he moves in front of me to clear out a path; he doesn’t even turn around to see if i was following him—which i was…like a lost puppy as a matter of fact.
why am I such an idiot! fuck!
we finally manage to get to the bar after squeezing and pushing our way past. the wooden ledge was soaked with alcohol, and there were coffee straws lying about. while we wait for one of the bartenders to get to us, he introduces himself, “i’m jack by the way. gilinsky.”
i need to remember his name, so i can creep on social media later.
“i’m kenna vega, since we’re doing last names.” i manage to say. god, I need a drink.
“so how do you know mia?” he asks while raising two fingers up to wave the bartender over.
noted that it is mia and not lia.
“i’m a spaz and accidentally hit her with the bathroom door,” i hang my head with shame. “consider yourself lucky though–i could’ve hit you with a door.”
“i’d like to think i’m a pretty lucky guy,” he smirks.
thank god the bartender asked for his order, because i don’t know how to respond to that. is it flirting? has god risen and is he flirting with me? where are my friends? i need to tell them all of this immediately. i pull my phone out of my back pocket and frown. of course they didn’t text me.
i look up, and while the bartender hands us our drinks, a petite blond pulls on jack’s black tee and grabs his waist. i stare at the people around me while chugging on my drink, hoping it’ll keep me from dying of jealousy. she was whispering in his ear. what was she saying? is that his girlfriend? nope, i need to stop–he’s obviously one of the hottest people here; i actually should’ve expected him to have a girlfriend.
i walk away with my plastic cup and straw in mouth, maneuvering my way back to mia…without jack. i wanted to leave him to whatever was happening with the blonde.
“hey!” a perky voice greets me. “before you spill your drink on anyone else, let me introduce you!” mia giggles at her own joke. jack had my undivided attention before so i didn’t notice the three other guys in the corner. all very attractive. two had girls hanging around their necks. one of them stops sucking face and looks over at me for a split second and then returns their attention to the girl.
“i’m the other jack—but you can call me johnson,” the blonde one, about my height, says before giving me a hug. i smile back at him but before i can introduce myself, the blonde haired one who was previously making out with a girl, but stopped when he saw me, butts in. the other one seemed to have disappeared, while the girl stood in the same spot looking confused.
he nudges jack—johnson—out of the way. it’s obvious in jack’s demeanor that he was irritated with his friend, but he walked away nonetheless. maybe to get another drink? i’m pulled back into reality when i feel his eyes staring at me.
“noah.” Is all he says before flashing a smile. i wanted to dislike him because he was rude to jack earlier, but his smile lit a fire in my insides.
mia scoffs beside me and pushes noah away from me, “yeah, yeah you’re so mysterious noah. do me a favor and get me and kenna a refill?” she fakes a smile and lifts her empty cup to wave it in his face. he rolls his eyes before doing what he was asked.
mia waits until he’s out of ear shot to say, “i’m sorry about him. my step brother is a total jerk around hot girls,” before deep sighing. “where’s jack?”
“um, right there?” i point to the blonde i met seconds ago, but mia laughs.
“that’s johnson, i’m talking about jack. you know the one that made your eyes bulge out of your skull?” she says. i’m mortified. i didn’t know you could tell that i was shocked at how attractive this guy was.
i shrug, “I think he’s with his girlfriend.” i suck the water at the bottom of the cup; i was so uncomfortable talking about it for god knows what reason.
mia grabs onto my shoulder and starts hysterically laughing, “was she a bottle blonde, with her hair tied up in a ponytail…probably wearing close to nothing?”
“oh god, no. she’s just a leech,” she pauses for a second, “…you know, now that i think about it, i think ‘stalker’ is the best term for her.” mia looks pleased with herself at her insult and laughs. looks like those shots hit her faster than they did me. i groan. i need another drink stat because when i found out that jack is single, my stomach filled with butterflies.
out of the corner of my eye I see the tall boy with beautiful eyes walking towards us. alone. that’s got to count for something right? why am i even bothering? i quickly turn around and walk to the other jack who’s face is lit up by his phone screen, scrolling on his phone. when he sees me coming he locks his phone and puts it back in his pocket, greeting me with a smile.
“i’m kenna by the way,” johnson’s presence is so warm, i can’t help but smiling back.
“kenna vega, you left me to fend for myself!” i heard a deep voice behind me, and without turning around i already knew it was jack.
i turn to face him and shrug my shoulders. “you’re a big boy. you did fine, look, you made it back.”
he laughs in response and hands me one of the drinks he has in his hand. “noah told me to give this to you.”
“how sweet of him,” i wrap my lips around the straw and take a sip. i raise an eyebrow when i catch jack staring at me with complete amusement.
jack opens his mouth to say something, but then the song changes to “party in the usa”. before either of us knew, mia grabbed me (again) and brought me out of hiding onto the dance floor. i look back at jack and see him grinning so i raised my middle finger. quickly finishing my drink and putting it on some table, i follow mia and join in on a fit of laughter for getting so excited about the miley song playing.
i could feel the alcohol finally taking effect. i let loose to the sound of my pre-teen years. mia and i grabbed each other, holding onto each other’s shoulders and danced like we were home alone with no one watching us. i was drunk, and finally enjoying myself—i totally forgot my friends even ditched me. when the song ends i couldn’t help but hug mia as if we’d been friends for years instead the actual hour or so.
i grab her hand and drag her to the bar. she looks at me like i’m crazy and i shrug, “i’m thirsty”. this causes her to laugh, and i smile back at her.
“jack was watching you the entire time,” she throws around nonchalantly. this time i can feel my eyes bug out of my sockets. excuse me? he watched whatever…that was? oh god. i push out my lips and try my best to look like what she said had no impact on me. we grab our drinks and head back to her friends, except jack wasn’t there.
i could feel the vibrations from the next song under my feet; it jolts through my whole body that I don’t even recognize my phone vibrating. i frown when i see who it is—one of my asshole friends asking me where i am. with the vodka cran in one hand, i text back that i’m still at brother vinny’s, because where else would I have gone? she texts me back saying i need to meet them outside of barracuda down the street. it’s some sort of emergency according to her.
without thinking i head to the back of the bar to grab my jacket and weasel my way through the crowd for the last time tonight. I acknowledge the bouncer who used to let me in with my shitty fake ID before stepping out into cool air.
i grab my phone to text vanessa that i was on my way when i hear the voice i’ve quickly become accustomed to call my name; “wait, where are you going?” i face jack who seemed to just get off the phone.
“my friends are probably being over dramatic but they told me I needed to meet them at barracuda,” i explain to him, “it’s dire.”
“am I allowed to ask for your number?” he takes a step forward, making us inches apart.
i feel my heart racing but the liquid running through my veins had another plan for me. i grab jack’s face, lowering it towards mine. i look into his chocolate eyes and he licks his lower lip. our lips were brushing together, but instead i give him a kiss on the cheek. after realizing what i did, i immediately turned around and headed towards barracuda.
“is that a no?” he calls out after me.
i smile to myself, and stick my hands in my jacket pockets, walking away into the night.
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