Chapter One: Vodka….
By Rltsweetie
Okay, this would have taken longer, but Lauren started cracking the whip. That's right. You heard me. LAUREN! Anyway this is my new fic for you girls. Hope you enjoy. Kind of thought of the idea after something Melody Rhapsody wrote on the forum so I have her to thank for this story. ENJOY!
Hilda and I walked into the bowling alley. I needed something to take my mind off of everything. Christina leaving, losing love not once, not twice but three time within a year and just an escape. I was planning on getting smashed and I didn't care how.
We walked over and got our shoes. These things were ugly, but whatever. I didn't need shoes to become drunk. I needed alcohol. Speaking of alcohol, where was the bar? I nodded over to it and Hilda smiled and then gave me a thumb up as I wondered over. "Two shots of vodka," I shouted over the loud music. I handed the bar tender money and then walked back over to Hilda.
I smiled at her as I noticed her flirting with a guy in the lane next to us. She was lucky she made these damn ugly shoes look flipping gorgeous. Of course every guy in this place would be all over her. She deserved some happiness.
I sat down in the seat and knocked back both shots of vodka. I didn't want to seem grouchy when she was having a good time so I was going to get drunk, very drunk and seem happy. I decided to get a few more drinks before taking my go so headed back to the bar.
"In for a rough night tonight," the bartender said. I just snorted, in an unladylike way and grabbed the bottle from him along with the lemonade he gave me and two glasses. I stormed back to the table and took another shot of vodka. Nothing was going to stop me now.
"Betty, come on. It's your turn," Hilda shouted. I'm surprised she even remembered I was there considering the way she was all over this new guy. She had barely paid me any attention since we had received our shoes on the way in. Typical, our girly night was going to be ruined. Oh well, I would have to take my frustration out on the bowling ball and pins. This was going to be a good night.
I took my shot and threw the ball down the lane. I didn't care how many it hit as long as it hit some. "Congratulations Suarez," I heard come from behind me. The voice wasn't Hilda's and I jumped in surprise.
"Gio…." I stuttered. He was the last person I had expected to see tonight. I turned around and was greeted by the sight of the wonderful man. His hair had grown slightly longer and slightly covered his face. I wanted to run my hands through it and remove it from his eyes. As if he could read my mind he ran his hand slowly through his hair. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His brown eyes burned a hole into mine and I felt myself turn red in embarrassment. Why did I have to ruin any chance I had previously had with him? He was stunning. His biceps were bulging out from under the sleeves of his t-shirt. I wanted to run my hands up them.
"You got a strike, even after them shots. I didn't take you as that sort of girl," he said with a hint of humour in his voice. I giggled not being able to control myself. I felt myself start to fall over and Gio grabbed my arm holding me steady. I smiled at him I my most seductive manner. He coughed uncertainly. "You did well. I better get back to my game, but I'll see you later maybe," he said and I half wanted to stop him but couldn't find the words. It was as if my tongue had doubled in size and filled my mouth. Stupid Betty. I had just let him walk out of my life again. How many more chances would I get?