Chapter 2
Chelsea parked on the side of the street about a block from the club. We got out of the car and started walking to the line that had already started curving around the corner. "You never said we'd have to wait this long to get in!" I yelled at Chelsea with an irritated tone.
"It's a popular club, this is a short line compared to some of the nights I've been here," she told me as we got in line behind another group of girls. We stood there for a while chattering quietly to each other about random things. The dark, dangerous atmosphere didn't ease the nerves we had from having to wait out here so long.
After about twenty minutes, the line barely moving, a group of three people walked up. There were two guys and a girl. The blond guy had a pretty petite girl, who had dark hair with maroon streaks all over her head, on his arm and the burnet had nobody. "I'm going to see if any of those girls over there want to enter early on me. I can't walk in without a date; James will think I lost my game," I overheard the burnet say.
"Okay that's cool. Malese and I are going inside," the blond replied walking away.
The burnet guy, who looked about 23 or 24, had tallish hair, obviously using more products to keep it standing up than Chelsea used in my curls. He wore dark colored jeans with black Vans. He had on a plain white t-shirt with a black leather jacket over. Sounds cheesy but I was really attracted to him. Ever since eight grade or so when we read "The Outsiders" in English class I'd had a thing for Greasers, bad boys, and outcasts. I also had a thing for the whole 50s Greaser look.
I had to get to know this guy better, but he probably wouldn't even glance at me. If any of the girls in my group had a chance with him tonight, it would be Chelsea or Brandi. Every guy I've ever liked has always gone for Chelsea, and Brandi's just an irresistible blonde.
I was surprised when the guy walked up to me, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him. "Hands off her," I heard Chelsea say in a protective voice. I guess Chelsea wanted me to get into my own trouble, not let it find me first.
"Shut up, I'm not going to hurt your friend," he snapped at Chess. "But I do want to know what the beautiful girl's name is," he said seductively turning back to face me. Our crotches were touching, and my breasts were gently resting against his chest. I didn't know this man, but I wanted him. He was sexy and he was going to be mine.
"Siobhan Sheffield," I answered him breathlessly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a look on Chelsea's face that was a cross between disgust for the guy who was holding me like this, and amusement to my reaction.
"Ms. Sheffield, my name is Logan Henderson. I'm a close friend of the owner and I found myself in a lonely situation. Would you mind if I escorted you this evening?" he asked me. I nervously looked over to my girls who were nodding and smiling at me. Logan flashed a smile revealing a set of perfectly straight and brightly whitened teeth. God he was perfect. I nodded, hesitantly, part of me still uncomfortable with the whole idea of being here in the first place.
"Alright then," Logan said pulling away and taking my hand. "I thank you ladies for letting me take your friend. Have a nice evening, and I'll tell the bouncer to let you in without any hassle." Logan and I began walking towards the club. He wrapped his arm around my lower back. "You're very pretty," he complimented as we walked.
"Thank you," I said trying not to blush, but doing a terrible job a hiding it.
"That blush is cute. I want to get to know you tonight Siobhan," Logan said in another seductive and sexy tone. I have to say, it was working. I attempted to fight off another smile but yet again, it didn't work. Logan was staring at me with a huge grin on his face; the dimples in his smile made me melt.
"I want to get to know you too," I said with a wink. I've been spending too much time with Chelsea. Oh dear god.
"Well that changes all my plans now," he says.
"What do you mean?" I asked him sounding confused.
"I picked you because you looked innocent," he stated as we walked into the club. The beat was pounding through the speakers to the floors and made me feel like I could feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body. "But you made a comment like that," he said.
I looked away hiding the sad and shy expression on my face, but Logan knew that there was something wrong. He pulled me in tighter and then whispered in my ear, "Let's go sit in a booth in the back where it's quieter. We can talk there."
Logan walked in front of me, my hand in his, leading the way through the crowds of people. We finally made it to a quiet cozy corner in the back by the bar, where there were several booths and tables. Logan sat down in one of the booths and patted the empty seat next him. I sat down and he pulled me close. "You're friends made you come tonight, didn't they?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "I don't really do this kind of stuff. My friend Chelsea forced me into this dress," I sighed.
Logan pulled me even closer and tighter to his side, and I found myself laying my head on his shoulder despite the fact that we had just met. I closed my eyes for a moment feeling almost content in his hold. Normally, any other guy would make me feel uneasy. There something about this one that didn't. "Well you look great in this dress," Logan said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Thanks," I said.
"Do you want a drink?"
"I um-" I began but Logan cut me off.
"Don't drink I'm guessing…"
"I just don't know what I'd want. I promised my friends I'd live a little tonight, but I don't know where to start."
"Jack Daniels," Logan said with a toothy grin as he began to stand up. I slid out of the booth so that he could get out. "I'll be right back babe, don't go anywhere," he said over his shoulder as he began to walk towards the bar.
I sat back down and slid to the wall. I leaned my head on the wall and closed my eyes for a moment. They shot back over when I heard someone slip into the booth, sitting across the table from me. "Hey!" The girl I had seen with Logan's friend earlier said in a chipper voice. "So you're the lucky girl Logan picked for the evening," she said as if she were some little school girl gossiping about who was dating who.
"Well I wouldn't say lucky," I say. "I mean he's just another guy, right?" I asked hesitantly.
"He's the sexiest thing in this club, but let's keep that comment between you and me. I don't want Kendall to find out I said that. Anyways, our boys for the evening are close friends of the owner, which means that ever girl wants them. Because when you're on their arm, you can do anything you want and not get caught," the girl told me.
"Oh," I said.
"Yeah. I'm Malese by the way," she said holding her hand out over the table. "You are?"
"Siobhan," I told her.
"That's a really pretty name," she said.
"So is yours," I told her with a smile.
"Malese!" The blond, which I assumed was Kendall, yelled as he stomped over to the table. "So this is where you ran off to," he said sounding angry.
"Relax Kendall," she said with ease, "I was just having a conversation with my new friend here. Besides, I thought that you might be looking for that Katelyn girl you hooked up with last month," she said.
"I'm over her," he said with a blank expression and monotone voice. "Now let's go," he said holding his hand out for her to take. "I'm Kendall by the way, Logan's best friend. If he upsets you, come find me babe," he said in a suggestive voice, leaning towards me. He flashed a smile and winked, then he walked off, dragging Malese behind him.
I was a little freaked out by Kendall, he seemed so forceful. I pulled my phone out of my bra and texted Chelsea: Where are you? –xx S
Just got inside. You? –xx C
In the back by the bar. –xx C
Waiting on that Logan guy? I'll meet up w/you later;) –xx S
After that, Logan walked back over to the table and sat down. He had two glasses in his hands, one of which he placed in front of me and the other he held on to. He placed his arm around me and took a huge swig from his glass. "So was that Kendall I heard yelling?" Logan asked.
"Yeah. Then he told me that is you upset me to go find him. I don't think that's going to happen. No offense, I know he's your friend, but he's a complete asshole."
Logan laughed, "I know he is. Don't let him get to you. And whatever you do sweetheart, don't let him touch you," he said.
"I'll stick with you," I told him.
"Good," he said. Logan placed his glass on the table and pulled me into his lap, "Because you're mine and I picked you for a reason," he whispered hotly in my ear. Logan began to kiss me, and at first I put up a fight, but I enjoyed the way he was handling me despite how rude it was. I kissed him back hungrily.
All of a sudden I was lying on my back on the seat with Logan on top of me. My arms were tightly around him, my hands griping at his jacket. I didn't know what else to do but enjoy this. Logan moved from my lips to my jaw line, then down to my neck. After a minute or so he moved up and nibbled on my ear, making a soft, pleasurable moan escape my lips. "Do you like that?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," I managed to say, almost breathlessly though.
"What the hell is going on here?!" a female voice screamed. Logan got off of me and I sat up. I noticed that the voice had come from Chelsea.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I screamed back.
"What do you mean 'what's wrong with me'? Tonight was supposed to be a girls' night. You and me," she said sounding agitated. "You," she said in a more aggravated and angry voice as she turned to Logan, "Are you forcing her into this? I know Siobhan, she would never be into a bastard like you," she spat out before stomping away.
Logan turned to look at me, and I looked away to hide the tears I knew would come because of what Chelsea had said to us. "Look at me," Logan said placing his hand under my chin and turning my head, forcing me to look him in the eye. "Don't listen to her," he said in a sweet voice as he leaned forward and kissed me softly.
"I won't," I said sounding a little pissed off when I pulled away from Logan. I took my beer and jugged it down. "Let's do some fucking shots," I said pushing past him and standing up. Tonight I was going to finish the good girl act.
I was tired of people always expecting me to be perfect. I have never broken a promise, I have never made mistakes. I'm done with that shit. Tonight I'm doing what I want. I started making my way to the bar, Logan was on my heels. "Slow down sexy, you aren't going to forget about me, are you?" Logan said snaking his arm around my waist. "Besides what type of shots did you want to do?"
"Doesn't matter, as long as I end up drunk off my ass and having fun," I told him.
"Fun? What about some jello shots?"
"What's going to be in them?"
"You want taste or affect?"
"Affect," I said.
"Then vodka," Logan replied with a smile. We had reached the bar now, and we both sat down. The bar tender walked up to us and asked what he could get us, "Round of strawberry jello shots," Logan said below a whisper.
"What? Big, macho Henderson can't have people knowing you're sinking down to such a fruity, girly level?" I teased.
"Well it is about reputation, but it's necessarily a bad rep. I'm hiding for a more of an embarrassing one. I'm known around here for being the life of the party and occasionally going overboard and buying everyone drinks or shots or whatever.
"On my friend Carlos' birthday, we were already so drunk, but we got jello shots for everyone. I couldn't even get it down my throat…" Logan explained.
I burst out laughing, "Mr. Jello Fountain," I said with a smirk.
"Call me that again and you'll regret being in bed with me later tonight missy," he told me. I turned away from him and waited for the bar tender to get back. He placed two shot glasses in front of us. I picked mine up intending to actually do the shot, but I started laughing…
Logan looked at me with a confused look for a second then burst out laughing. "Karma is a bitch," he said smirking as he took his shot.
