Edward
The bar is so god damn slow tonight, that I swear I could cut off my own finger just for fun. I look around making sure everyone has been attended to, and watch as Alice flirts with one of the regulars named Jasper. I shake my head in semi-disgust, because even though Jasper seems like a great guy, Alice is my sister and I don't want to see her flirting with anyone. Its just fucking gross. I decide to busy myself so I don't fixate on those two. So I am just picking up a couple of empty bottles off the bar when none other than Jessica fucking Stanley walks through the door.
Great.
That girl couldn't take a hint if it hit her in her pig nosed face, but its my own damn fault because I screwed around with her one lonely drunken night. Now I know the night is only going to go down hill from this point, because with every drink that girl orders, she becomes more and more confident in her 'seductive abilities'. I surpress a shudder as she approaches the bar, and then I notice she has someone with her.
Curious. Very curious.
"What can I get for you ladies?" I ask, as I try to get a good look at Stanley's friend. All I can see is that she has thick loose waves of long mahogany hair, in fact it is so long that it's almost acting as a curtain, shielding most of her from view.
"I'll get my usual, Edward." Stanley giggles breathlessly, and batting her eyelashes at me as she tries to flip her obnoxiously frizzy hair over her shoulder.
I watch as her friend takes a seat, and have to bite on the inside of my mouth to keep it from falling open. This girl looks like a fucking angel, with big brown eyes, pouty lips and porcelain skin.
"What about you?" I nod to the beauiful girl in front of me.
She looks up at me, finally, and her big brown eyes look startled for a moment. She looks like she wants to bolt, and then she pulls her pouty bottom lip into her mouth as if mulling something over. I can feel my dick harden, practically screaming to get out of my pants.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself Masen.
"Um, I'll take the cheapest beer you've got." She says in a sweet small voice, that sounds way too young and innocent to be in a bar. Then she just surprises the fuck out of me. "And a shot of Southern Comfort."
I raise my brow skeptically at this angelic creature, but just shrug before going to fetch their drinks.
I make Stanley's drink first, and then pour mystery girl's shot. I grab a bottle of Rolling Rock (the cheapest beer we have) on my way back over to them. I have to purse my lips to keep from laughing at the pained look on mystery girl's face, Stanley never shuts up once she starts talking, and this poor girl looks like she wants to scream.
As I hand Stanley her drink, I decide I want to have some fun with her friend, and so I place only the shot down in front of her. "Here you go kiddo." I say, keeping her beer behind my back.
She looks up at me with her huge brown eyes and looks momentarily confused, and this just causes me to smirk.
"Um?"
I just continue smirking at her like the immature fucker I am.
"I ordered a beer too?" She says it more like a question, than a statement.
"Yeah I know, but I wanna see you do that shot first."
I expect her to giggle, or make a fuss, because that's what any other girl would have done. She surprises me by doing no such thing. Instead, she glares at me as she brings the shot glass up to her full pouty lips, and tosses it back like a champ. When she slams the glass back on the table she looks slightly annoyed, this makes me smile further, which seems to almost frighten her. Just as I go to lean forward, feeling like a predator stalking it's prey, Stanley interrupts by clearing her throat loudly.
The trance is broken, and mystery girl looks at me pleadingly. "May I have my beer now?" She asks impatiently.
"Just give her the drink Edward!" Alice yells, no doubt rolling her eyes behind me. I bet she was watching the whole display.
"Well alright then." I say, still smiling as I hold the bottle out like a peace offering. The girl reaches for it, and her hand is trembling, causing me to wonder what exactly was going on with her. She definitely seemed different than all the other girls around here, but it wasn't just that. Her large brown eyes looked pained, and it seemed as though each breath she took was a chore.
Then Stanley decides that this is the perfect time to come on to me, for like the five hundreth fucking time this week. "So Edward, what are you doing after this?" She purrs, reaching out to touch my arm.
I pull away from her quickly. "I better go help Alice, the bar is getting busy." I lie, as I toss one more curious glance at mystery girl. "You ladies enjoy your drinks." I nod at her before walking away.
oOoOo
It's after closing, and I'm wiping down the bar when something whacks in the back of the head. "Ow fuck!" I yell, spinning around to face a frowning Alice.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Alice asks, crossing her arms.
"Uh, a lot of things?" I answer, not knowing what I did to piss her off.
She rolls her eyes at me and shakes her head. "You thought Jessica Stanley's friend was cute." She states.
"Uh, yeah." I shrug, not knowing really where she was going with this.
"So, instead of letting her know that you find her attractive, you tease her like you're in sixth grade or some shit." She snorts, throwing her hands in the air.
I shrug again.
"God, what are we gonna do with you?" She asks, as she walks back behind the bar to get her purse from the cubby underneath.
I try to keep from laughing at how strange she can be sometimes, and turn my attention to the window of the bar. That Jasper guy is standing out there with Emmett, my best friend who is also owner of the bar.
"Hmm?" She hums in response, as she appears next to me again.
"What the hell is going on out there?" I ask, feeling uneasy.
"Oh, Jasper's going to try to get a job here!" She says perkily.
"Great." I mutter.
"He's really nice Edward!" Alice says defensively.
I just roll my eyes, and rub my hand over the top of her head, sending the short black spikes into a frenzy. She bats my hand away, and rakes her fingers through her hair before sticking her tongue out at me and running out the door.
oOoOo
When I get home, I climb right into bed. I'm exhausted and all I want to do is sleep, but everytime I close my eyes I am met with visions of pouty lips and big brown eyes on porcelain skin. Then I really start torturing myself, replaying the way her ass looked as her and Stanley left the bar.
"Ugh!" I groan, rubbing my hands roughly over my face.
Why can't I get this girl out of my head?
I decide to flick on the TV, to surf for some good ol' porn. That always does the trick, but when I begin comparing all the girls to the girl from the bar I quickly turn it off, and beging pumping my dick pretending its mystery girl's hand instead of my own.
