“I have a good feeling about this year,” she said positively, I loved that about her, she was always positive.
“Why is that?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I don’t know, everything is just working out, you know?” she said, smiling.
I nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I do.” I agreed. It was nice; everything felt right in this moment. Her smile faltered slightly and I saw something hidden behind it and then it was back like nothing had happened. I almost wondered if I’d imagined it but no, it still hid there in her baby blue eyes. What’s she hiding, I wondered.
“How’s it going between you and Chris?” she asked finally, that must be what’s bothering her.
“Good,” I told her honestly. The flowers and constant texts had stopped now that we were back together. I actually saw him less than I’d seen him when he was trying to win me over, but it felt better now, more real. “We’ve worked through things, put everything behind us and we’re starting over.” It was my idea for many reasons but it was working for us and we’d managed to get past everything and get even closer. She nodded, clearly thinking hard on something.
“Well, as long as you’re happy,” she said. I smiled at how much she cared about me. She was being supportive, even though she wasn’t a huge fan of Chris anymore.
“I am,” I promised, not wanting to discuss this anymore.
“I think it’s time we get our drinks on,” she said excitedly as the waitress came and collected our empty plates. “Four Cosmos please,” she ordered for us. We had a system: always order two drinks at a time, that way you never had to wait for the next one on a busy night. Once you finish the first drink, you ordered the second round because it would probably arrive when you were just about to finish your second drink. That way you were always in full supply, it was quite a brilliant system.
I took a sip of the sweet, red cocktail in front of me and savored the sweet, yet tart flavor, masking the taste of the vodka. It was a nice change from all the beer we’d drank in Germany. By the time we’d finished our first drink of our second round, the place was packed and the dance floor was in full swing.
“Come on, let’s dance!” she shouted over the blaring music, beating out of the speakers surrounding us. I downed my last drink with her and we made our way through the bodies and onto the dance floor. We started to dance together to some of the house music they had playing. I swayed my hips and did a little shimmy and felt someone press up behind me, grabbing my hips. I looked over my shoulder to see some beefy jock gazing down at me. I pulled away from him, annoyed, and Chelsea took my hands pulling me harder away from him. Once out of his clutches we both laughed at him. He went to the back of the dance floor probably to find someone else to rub his cock against. Chelsea and I decided to dance with each other, grinding up against each other for fun. Lots of other guys approached us and tried to cut in but we turned them all away laughing. I was so hot from all the dancing and the heat of all the people surrounding us on the packed dance floor. I wiped beads of sweat from my brow and my cleavage. I needed something to drink.
“Bar?” I asked her and she nodded happily, looking like she needed a drink just as bad. Her eyeshadow was creasing on her eyelids from the heat and sweat and her eyeliner was running. It was the exact reason I didn’t use it. I knew it would just come off during the night and look worse. We ordered only one drink each this round. We were already tipsy enough and just wanted something to cool us down and keep us enjoying our buzz. Chelsea’s eyes widened as she looked towards the door.
“He’s here!” she exclaimed, finishing her drink in one long chug. I looked to the door to see a tall guy, probably 5’10” walk in. He had brown hair and wore a blue hoodie. He didn’t look special to me; he was too lanky for my taste but Chelsea clearly thought otherwise. She waved him over and he took quick strides to meet us at the bar.
“Hey.” He smiled at her and then to me.
“Hey Mack,” she said, her smile turning flirtatious. “This is my friend Leah, but everyone calls her Lee,” she said, introducing me quickly.
I smiled at him for her. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” I said politely, he smiled back at me.
“You too,” he said, returning his attention to Chelsea. And just like that I was third wheeled. I didn’t mind so much that I was completely out of the loop as I sipped on my tasty drink. However, when they left me alone to go on the dance floor I decided I should just head home, it wasn’t fun anymore.
I usually had no problem being alone, except when random guys would come up to me and offer to buy me a drink, or ask me to dance, or just try to talk. I was polite enough but my rejection was clear. I had a boyfriend and to me even flirting was wrong. If I expected Chris not to, then I certainly shouldn’t.
I looked all over for Chelsea’s blonde head of hair but couldn’t find her, they’d disappeared. After checking the bathroom for her and using it
