Hello! It's me. I haven't really done any stories recently... ¡Pero aqui es un! :) Before you read, wipe out everything you know about Harry Potter and company. Now replace the blank slate with names, and fuzzy faces. Make the little sixteen and seventeen year olds in twenty-two years old people. Take away their wands and robes! And place them in United States. Now continue to read and review, please!
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Here's a disclaimer for the entire book: I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
The phone rang, furiously vibrating for me to answer. I didn't have to look at the caller-ID to know who it was. I turned my back and went back to applying the thick black mascara in the miniscule mirror. I rarely ever put on so much makeup, but who cares? It's a new day, well... It's a new night, and I can do anything I like! I am free from the restraints of Dean.
The iPhone's continuous buzz brought my thoughts back to it. The repetitive noise suddenly stopped when I reached for it. Holding it in the palm of my hand, I pondered if I should take the phone with me. Something could happen, and I would have to call someone... or... What the hell, I'll just take it; doesn't mean I have to use it.
I slipped on the dark blue flats. I felt the skimpy dress rise to such a height my mother would be ashamed of. I gathered the fabric in my hands and realized perhaps I should just stay home and do boring stay-at-home things. But the red little man with tiny, sharp horns in me told me different. I glanced at the image of me in the mirror by the door. A slightly tall girl was shown wearing a small blue dress with ribbons of yellow cutting though the dress like heavenly rays of sunshine breaking up the sky on a late summer eve. Her curvy figure was completed with healthy, muscled legs that sang of running in the sun. She held her head high, a nicely curved face with silky red hair tied into a bun that threatening to unravel. I would say she looked quite pretty, and then I remembered that is girl is me. I smiled, my soul feeling free and enlightened. Grabbing my keys and stuffing the phone inside the yellow handbag, I walked out the door.
As I walked the sidewalk bordering the bar, I could hear the drunk grumbles of uncreative hook-up lines and horrible flirting. Once again I wondered if I should go back home. But, I want to do this. I need a break from everything. I moved to open the door, but it abruptly swung out to meet me.
A few of unsober men stepped out. Their steps were slow, their speech slurred with each syllable, pronouncing each part with careful false consideration. One held the neck of the bottle, stroking the label with great care and a few stuttering lines about how much he adored it. The other let the door open for me with a trace of a mock bow in my general direction. I grunted at him before briskly escaping the men and walking inside.
The interior was quite ordinary, with the scent of too much cologne, too much perfume, and the incredibly amount of alcohol. I walked in the direction of the leather bar stools and plopped down. The dark walls I glanced around at my surroundings, seeing who was here and who was there. The black marbled couches were weighed down slutty girls with their on-again-off-again boyfriends. The thought made me reflect on myself. I did have a small dress that showed 90% of my legs. Did that qualify me as a slut? It wasn't like I did this every night.
"So, beauty, what do you want?" a male voiced. I slowly glanced up to see a bartender who wasn't that bad looking. I thought maybe I could have a little fun with this guy, I'm single after all. And who doesn't come to a bar just for a drink?
I leaned over, tipping my chest to touch the top of the counter, and gazed at him through my lashes. "Give me the strongest," I whispered softly, letting my breath tickle his lips. I then leaned back and smiled sweetly. "Please."
He nodded after staring cooly at my chest. His blonde hair was a point to where you could call it silver, and his tight white shirt hugged his upper body. It was thrilling to think of all the daring thoughts I could savour in my mind. I could think of whatever and not be guilty of it. When my ex was generous, it was hard to even think about a guy's good-looks. He was simple, but always kind and generous which caused my heart to break and let him in. I told him my life story. Dean listened. He kissed me, reassured me, and I thought he loved me. He began to always kiss me, kiss my neck, my face, to a point where we had no more conversations. Something was missing, I felt it and soon I asked him about it. Dean simply brushed it away. Reflecting on the past months, I came to realization that I loved him. He took my childhood and spoiled my soul. I knew he didn't love me, I wished and pretended the opposing fact. Through my blindness, after eight-month "relationship", I dumped him and his black heart and sent him away.
I was harshly pulled back to reality by the bartender placing down my drink. I felt uneasy, stunned by how much Dean actually hurt me. And all the men in this place could be just like him, just using me for my body. A rush of overwhelmed panic shook my body. I lifted the drink, eager to rid the shaking. I tipped my head back, the shot hot and coiled with the taste of liquor. I felt my body still.
I got up from the chair and walked over to the mass of dancing. The bass maddeningly beat in time with my heart. I twisted my body and thrashed my arms up with a supposedly good song. So many bodies were pressed, bumping one another It was hard to say if you were dancing with one person or four. The lyrics of the sung spouted from my mouth, even though I've never heard it before. I felt a hand grip mine and twirl me around. Did it matter who it as? No, not at all. I felt them closer to me than anyone else. I guessed it was a him, for when I dared a glance, the writhing body was well defined with a bit of muscle and a dark stubble on his chin. He reached behind me for the small of my back. He brought me closer to him, where I felt his surprisingly fresh breath on my mouth. His hand moved south and groped my bum, cupping it in the palm of his hand. I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the racing heart held inside. I didn't care who it was. I didn't care about what would happen. I felt free and fearless.
A door unlocked. An open-mouthed kiss. A step or two from the mass of cushions and pillows. With the exotic feeling of excitedness, a hunger was created. I wanted to know this stranger's map of his features. I wanted to know the layout of his body. His hands fumbled with his shirt. I pulled away from him, peeling off my dress. I was welcomed into him with a more than satisfactory kiss. This night would be so much more with this strange in my arms.
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