familiar
face when I see him.
He's sitting on the hood of an orange and
black muscle car in jeans and a white shirt. His hair is buzzed on
the sides but still long on top and pulled back in a bun. He has
one boot on the bumper and the other hangs loose down the front of
the car. His arm is around a large busty blonde wearing bootie
shorts and a skin tight Harley tank.
It's Lola.
He's not paying much attention to her as he
smokes his cigarette and talks to the man standing in front of the
car, but then Lola leans in, whispers something in his ear, and
starts to kiss the side of his neck.
Gah!!! Will nothing go my way today?
I turn around, stalking my way through the
crowd until I hear someone call out my name. I keep walking but
then someone grips my upper arm and I'm being spun around.
It's Ky.
"Hey, Ronnie. I haven't seen you in a while
and I never expected to see you here."
"I came with Leah," I reply curtly. I look
over at his hands that are holding a stack of red Solo cups and
before he can say anything else, I reach out and grab one. "See you
later, Ky," I yell as I turn my back on him and head over to the
kegs.
My original plan for coming was to get drunk
tonight, so that's what I'm going to do. So what if Jagger is here
with Lola? I don't need Jagger. He's allowed to be with whoever he
wants to be with. He's not mine to claim. I barely even know
him.
But even as the angry thoughts go through my
mind, I know they're not all entirely true. I may have only had a
few interactions with Jagger over the years, but I do know him.
I've felt a deep connection with him from the very first time I met
him.
My soul knows him.
When I get to the keg it's hard for me to
handle at first, but I get a hang of it quickly and start chugging
my first cup of beer.
"Slow down there, Ronnie. I don't want you
passing out on me." I look up to see Dougy smiling down on me. He
looks a lot bigger than I remember, but growth spurts will do that
to you. "I never expected to see you at Angelo's party."
"Neither did I," I mumble under my breath.
This is the last thing on my list of life-plan goals, but now my
goals have gone to shit.
"How's that fancy school taking care of you?
Jagger told us–"
I place my free hand on his chest and look
up at him. Even though I'm considered tall for a girl, all of
Jagger's friends are taller and in a way it's comforting to have a
man a whole head taller than me. "Can you do me one favor
tonight?"
"Sure. What?"
"No talking about dance or my fancy
school."
Dougy grins down at me. "You've got it. We
can talk about how attracted to me you are instead."
I laugh before gulping down the rest of my
beer. "You're definitely easy on the eyes."
I didn't say that to flirt with him. It's
just true. Dougy is definitely a man who takes care of his
appearance. His arms are muscular, but not bulky. His head is still
shaved and he has a nice natural tan to his skin. His dark eyes
make him look mysterious, like he's hiding secrets behind those
eyes, but he's not Jagger. No matter how good-looking he is, he'll
never be Jagger.
The music changes to Bad Romance by Lady
Gaga and I try not to let the beat overcome my body. This is one of
my favorite songs to let off steam to. After a hard rehearsal, I'd
change the music to Gaga and dance it out however I felt, with no
rules, no perfect posture and strong lines. It was just wild, no
inhibitions dancing.
"Hey there, twinkle toes." My body stiffens
before I slowly turn around. I'm brought face to face with the man
I secretly pine for. I breathe him in up close, my memory seriously
lacking at just how overwhelming his presence can be. Then my eyes
shift over to the slutty Barbie doll hanging all over him. "What
you doing hanging out with Thirty-D?"
Jagger lights another cigarette and brings
it to his mouth, inhaling a drag before exhaling, all the while
keeping his eyes fixated on me. I keep eye contact, not wanting to
be the one that breaks it, but I'm distracted when