"So, you said you have had a rough few days," I start as he pulls my chair out for me to sit down. "Wanna share, now? Please?"
"My girlfrien-well, I guess she's my ex girlfriend now-and I have been arguing."
"Why?"
"I told her about me coming home for a few days and that I wanted time to my family without her. I mean, she just moved in. She accompanies me to rehearsels and she is just ALWAYS around. Don't get me wrong, I was looking for us to spend more time together when I asked her to move in, but she took it to mean stay by my side every little second. She has even told my partner Kellie to watch her hands and to know where her place is."
"No offense but she sounds like a biyotch." I laugh. "I'm sorry. I just don't get how people can act like that. That's why I like being a young single woman. No tights reigns or boundaries. And no douchebags acting like they own me."
"What if you meet the guy who you are supposed to be with and the way you see things makes you lose him forever?"
"Like a soulmate? I'm on the fence about soulmates. I mean, the world is huge with so many opportunies. And all it takes is one decision to through everything off. I mean, let's say my soulmate is right here in Salt Lake but I decide to take a summer job in Barcelona teaching at a dance studio for dance majors abroad. I will probably lose him then, or I can stay here and may not even meet him and lose a great opportunity. Or maybe he is in Barcelona and I decide that I am not ready to go that far on my own just yet without friends. Not to mention, you choosing to do something that could lead you to your soulmate but finanical reasons changes that. If soulmates were real, wouldn't God make sure you got to them?"
"You really have done a lot of thinking, huh?"
"I get bored a lot when I am alone." I laugh. "But do you see my point why I am a little skeptical?"
"Yeah, but without risk, you never know. It's an opportunity missed." I just stare at him.
"Maybe we should order something to drink." I say breaking the silence as salsa music begins.
"How about we work up a thirst and appetite first?" He says standing up and taking my hand. I just laugh. He leads me to the dance floor and dance along with the other people dancing. After the sound ends, he heads to the bar to get drinks while I go to the table to order food.
"One strawberry daquairi for you and one beer for me."
"I got our food ordered. Um, Derek?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for hanging out with me tonight."
"Thanks for wanting to hang out."
We talk and eat and drink for a long while before dancing again and resuming the eating, talking, and drinking. Before I knew it, it was last call, then closing. Derek called up a cab that drove us back to his mother's house. We get there and he pays the driver before leading me up the steps. Upon unlocking the door, he helps me inside as I almost fall causing me to laugh.
"Looks my everyone is out." He says, shutting the door.
"Just us two? That's scary." I say as he walks up to me and wraps his arms around me. He picks me up and carries me upstairs before slamming me against the wall and kissing me with a lot of heat and passion. Never pushing him away, he then carries me into his old room. The rest of the night was a blur.
"Derek? Hey, Der, have you seen-OH MY GOD!" We hear a scream waking us up from our drunking slumber.
"Jules!" I say realizing what happened. "Wait!" I jump up and look for my clothes. I quickly get dressed and run out of the room and after her. "Julianne-"
"I can't believe you."
"I know. I know and I am so sorry. I don't know what happened."
"You slept with my brother, that's what happened."
"I mean, I don't-"
"Some friend you are. I can't believe you came here just to hook up-"
"That's not why I came! You left and I don't know!"
"I don't want to talk or see you right now." She says with anger and fire in her eyes. I just turn around and head back to the house. Once in her room, I take my phone out of my pocket and call for a cab. I gather all my stuff and pack it away. Just has I carried my last bag down the stairs, Julianne walks in.
"You are still here?"
"The cab will be here-" Cab horn honks. "Now. I am so sor-"
"Don't. You lied to me." I just shook my head and left. I never lied to her. Things just happened. And I wasn't the only one involved here. I finally landed in New York after booking a last minute flight and found my car I left in the garage. I put my bags into the back and drive home. Realizing my phone was still turned off, I turn it on to see twenty missed calls from the same unknown number and ten text messages. I decide to call it to find out who it is.
"Finally, we were worried. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Derek."
"Where are you?"
"New York."
"Why?"
"Because of Julianne and what we did. She was completely hurt and wanted me gone."
"So you went home?"
"Why else would I stay?"
"I don't know. Your mom, maybe?"
"She is out of town. Besides, I had things I needed to do anyway." Just as a knock was on the door. "Hey, someone is at the door let me call you back." I say hanging up on him. I look through the peephole. "How did-"
"I figured this is where you would go and got a flight leaving right after yours." He says.
"Derek-"
"Just let her cool down. We-can I come in?" I move to let him in. "Nice place." He says looking around.
"Thanks."
"What I was about to say is, we are two consenting adults. Yeah, we were drunk but it happened. It's not like it happened repeatedly." This cause me to clear my throat. "Okay, after the third time, it stopped. You shouldn't have rushed off like that. You know she would have cooled down and would want to talk."
"Like I said I had things to do anyway. And she is in the right."
"How is that?"
"I slept with her brother, Derek! That's just about as low as you can go."
"Just do me a favor."
"What would that be?"
"Be my guest to the first taping of Dancing With The Stars. Let me take you out to eat and talk."
"No thanks. That's kind of what got me in this situation with Jules."
"Please, we can talk about how to fix this."
"Derek, no. Will you please just go away?"
"Kourtn-"
"Don't make me yell at you, Derek. Just go."
"You think I am scared of you yelling?"
"Fine, go or I will call the police. Your choice." He stands there for a second longer before leaving, slamming the door on his way out.
For the next week, I don't speak a word to Julianne or Derek. But I did run into an old friend the other day and he is taking me out to a dinner and show tonight. All I know is we are having Italian food. What show we are seeing, that's still a mystery. He will be here any minute to pick me up, so I am quickly finishing my look. My hair is in loose cascading curls then pulled to the left side, my makeup includes a gold and silver smokey eye and nude lip. My attire includes a light pink hi-low dress with little yellow detailing, light yellow high heels, and the cutest two-tone silver and gold clutch. I have to say, I look really hot.
When he gets here, I move quickly to get going. I am ready to have a few drinks in me because I suddenly feel like a married woman having an affair. I feel like I am having to look over my shoulder. We go to dinner, and it was amazing-well, the food was. We just ate; no talking. BORING!
"So, what show are we seeing?" I ask hoping he was ready to call it a night.
"I have two tickets for a show that will help me become more aquainted with your lifestyle."
"Huh?" I say, very confused.
"Dancing With The Stars." He smiles holding up the tickets.
"Oh boy."