Whine Up
I was at a club called 'Pump It', after the Black Eyed Peas song. It was a regular night club. Probing lights, pulsing music, and overly horny people. I went there because I needed... well, I don't know. A distraction from life, I guess.
I was 5'3, and green eyed. I had flaming red hair that was curly, but not overly curly. To be basic, but not cocky, I was beautiful. A lot of guys at school wanted me, but I wasn't a slut. I had a flat stomach, but good curves, and long legs. But all guys ever wanted from me was my body, not my mind. I wanted something different, something more.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze on me. I mean, I knew guys were staring, but this guy, in particular, had a burning gaze, like he was looking right into me. I looked up and locked gazes with this mysterious boy's gaze. I looked and saw a guy with blonde, wavy curly hair and golden eyes. He had a boyish, round face, and was beyond gorgeous. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans. Great muscles, I thought to myself, as I looked at them.
He started over my way. I was shy around guys, always had been. But tonight, I felt... different. So when he came over, and asked me to dance, I accepted. He led me to the dance floor. A Kat Deluna song came on and we danced. He turned me to face him with those big green eyes that could go on forever, and kissed me.
And we danced.
And we kissed.
And we didn't think.
We felt.