“Well there you go, I'm an artist. I don't exactly keep up on the latest sports.”
“I don't care. Let's get another drink.”
Chapter Two
Jet
I had been watching this beauty for the better part of the night. I rarely did such a thing, but it was like watching a well-acted theatre performance, or better yet, a movie with a twist. You watched because you were just dying to know how it ended. I couldn't help myself. I had to watch her; she was absolutely stunning. Long red hair that cascaded in waves down her back, and the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen. She had alabaster skin that almost shone in the light, reminding me of the girls from those vampire movies, with skin that almost glowed. It made me want to touch her, trail my fingers down her skin just to see what it felt like. She was the perfect package, and I couldn't believe that she wasn't surrounded by men, vying for her attention. Were they crazy? Couldn't they see who was sitting there right before their eyes? It was madness. I had never seen anything quite like her before. She had a fit body, with the longest legs I had ever seen. She was wearing one of those club dresses girls always wear when they hit the town, and it hugged her body in a way that made me ache to pull down the zipper on her dress. They didn't make girls like that on campus. For the most part, they were all the same dimwits I’ve dated before. This girl, however, was very different, and I was liking different these days. I could tell by the way she carried herself that she had brains before beauty. She could hold a conversation, which is something a lot of the girls I know are unable to do.
She had been coming to the bar for a couple of months at that point, and I had always watched her carefully. The first time I saw her in this bar, I did a double take. Who could possibly forget that hair and those big green eyes? I don't think I ever will. She was exquisite in the way that made you want to know her mind, not just her body. She wasn't the kind of someone who came there to pick up guys, because I had never seen her leave with anyone?not in all the months she had been coming. Like I said, I was surprised that no one ever tried to pick her up, because she was beautiful. It could, however, have something to do with the fuck you she seemed to have etched into her forehead. She wasn't exactly giving off the friendliest vibe to guys. I didn't mind, however. I liked a challenge. I wasn't quite sure what I would have done if a guy had hit on her. I wanted her for myself, and I didn't like to share. Not a girl like that.
I wondered often as I sat watching her what it would be like when she smiled. She probably had a beautiful smile.
Surprisingly, I had never gone over to talk to her during any of her visits to the bar. I wasn't shy, no, that wasn't it. Girls were all over me frequently. I never had issues with meeting girls or striking up a conversation with one of them. I could have any girl I wanted, so that had nothing to do with why I hadn't approached her. There was just something about her that I liked watching. I was in no hurry, but again, that could change if someone else entered the picture. I was
not about to let someone else steal my thunder.
She was a puzzle?one that I hoped to unravel. She never did anything but sit at the bar with her friend, and drink. They never got up to dance or even scope out the room. That's how I knew she wasn't interested in picking up, because they never did laps around the room to check anyone out.
I normally would pick up a girl on the dance floor, and take her home to have sex with her. It was just so easy. When girls danced, they always danced suggestively, which made it easy for a guy to grind up against her. It wasn't long before I’d be making out with a girl and then running to catch a cab. It was like fishing with dynamite, picking up girls was so easy it almost bored me. That's why I found this girl so intriguing?mesmerizing even.
Guys never approached her because she gave off that wonderful “fuck you” vibe. That’s easily the deadliest vibe a girl can give off at a bar; she's pretty much guaranteeing a guy that she is going to shut him down before he can even say hi. Guys don't like rejection, not even the smallest bit.
I decided then that it was time to go talk to her, to see if she was just as interesting up close as she was from far away. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, one that I hoped I wouldn't regret. I strolled over casually, and sat on the bar stool on the other side of her. I waved to the bartender to bring me a drink. I looked over to find her friend was gaping at me, and I wasn't sure if I should let her know she could catch flies with a trap open that wide. The scene must have looked comical to someone else. Aside from the gaper, the redhead didn't even know I existed, even though I was inches away from her.
“Can I buy you girls a drink?”
“Yes!” squealed the friend. She clapped excitedly, and I had to chuckle.
“Julie! What the hell are you doing?” My beauty didn't seem too pleased by my invitation. She was already drinking, so why not have more? What harm was there in me buying them drinks?
“What? What's wrong with him buying us a drink?”
“Oh, forget it, I don't care.” The ginger girl seemed to have given up hope of getting rid of me quickly.
I felt like this was my opportunity to get on that girl's best side. The bartender arrived with my drink, and I ordered the two girls another round of what they were drinking.
“Thank you, that was really sweet of you,” the friend gushed. She thought I was possibly interested in her, but she was only a means to an end. I wanted the redhead.
“It's my pleasure.”
I looked at the girl beside me and said, “Hi there, beautiful, do you have a name?”
She didn't even look over at me. She just stared down into her watered-down rye and Coke. “Yeah, sure I do; it's get lost.”
That made me chuckle. “That's kind of mean of you. I only came here to say hi to you.”
“I didn't ask you to, so why don't you go back to where you came from?” She smiled into her drink as if she enjoyed her joke.
I glanced over at the friend, who just shrugged her shoulders at me. “Is your friend always so mean to people?” I queried.
She looked embarrassed, as if she wasn't quite sure what to say to me. “No, she doesn't know who you are, really. She's just having a bad night. For the past like, eight months though ... the same bad day.”
I couldn't help but laugh. That girl was sort of funny.
“What's your name?” I asked.
“Julie, and my friend’s name is Natalie.”