A/N: Hey, what up! I come back almost a week later to give you this update! Thank you all those who reviewed, and read! Okay so this chapter is pretty long, but I needed it to be. It was to make up for the short one before this one. Thank you and enjoy!
Shots
"Where do you work?" It's already been an hour since I met Aster. During that time she has told me quite a bit about herself. Her family is in Arizona, and she is going to the University of Arizona. She has two younger siblings, and she has a dog. And to top it off she is single and twenty- three, I'm just a year older. What a coincidence. "I work for my own business; I work in building new buildings," I look at her and she just smiled, so I went on. "You know, like ar-"
"Architecture. I know, you don't have to explain it to me," she rolls her eyes. "I'm not twelve." She laughs and sips her coffee. "I know that," I recline back in my chair and look at Aster. "If you were, we would not be having this adult conversation about college, we would be looking for your mother. Or better yet, she would have dialed 9-1-1 to get me arrested for talking to you."
"But If I was twelve I wouldn't even be sitting here, because my mother told me not to talk to strangers." She crossed her arms making her muscles pop out. "Haven't you ever heard about the phrase 'Stranger Danger'?" her eye brows go up, and her eyes give me a mocking gaze.
I chuckle; this girl really knows how to push your buttons.
"So," she twirls her straw around her coffee. "Do you have family here, or are they in another state?" at the sound of family it brings me back to the time when my mom was still alive. When we were happy and we didn't have to worry about all the angel stuff yet, until I was much older. Then my mind fast forwarded to when my mother was murdered by my devious father of mine. My blood boils every time I think of him.
Laughter comes from a table in the opposite corner, knocking me out of my thoughts of despair.
Aster turns to look at the girls she came with, sitting in the corner, laughing their asses off. "God, they could be so annoying." Aster rolls her eyes but she gives them little thought. "So, um, are you going to tell me? Because you don't have to, if you don't want to. Which is actually fine with me." Aster's voice brings me back to her.
"Ya, it's just-"
"If only you would have looked, you would have seen what we were laughing at." One of Aster's friends, stood up, laughing with the girl sitting next to her. While one of them stared at them, trying to find what was so funny, that they were causing a scene.
They were all wearing party clothes, all flashy. "Hey Aster, you coming?" one of the girls who were laughing came over to our table, owning every step. She had short, curly, blond hair; she was wearing a short blue skirt and a pink top and some black Lady Gaga shoes. I glance at Aster wishing she would say no, during the time we spent together, I feel like a strong connection starting to build. "Ya, just hold up." So much for wishing. Aster rummaged through her bag for something, well her friend grew impatient. She looked at me and smiled, a little too cocky. Her hip pushed out a little more and she looked me over, making me blush. I was still in my polar shirt and white pants from work.
"And who are you?" her red lips created an 'O', making her seem innocent. Aster looked up from her bag and stared at me. Aster's face looked red under the light above our heads, but it could just be the red sign that hanged outside the window, making her look red as a tomato. "Christian Prescott and you?" I stick at my hand but she ignores it, instead she steps closer, her perfume filling my nose. "Allison Jackson," Allison's ice blue eyes look down to my shirt to my pants and smiles. I blush, but quickly regain my control. "But you can call me Ally." She winks and her short blond hair falls around her face.
"Here, it's my number; maybe you can call me, and we could finish up our conversation." Aster hands me the paper and looks at Ally, making her shrink a little.
"Oh, ok. Sounds great to me." I give her my best smile, and stand up. Aster's hair falls in front of her face and she swats it away, her face turns towards me. "Hope I see you again." Aster turned on her feet and walked away. "Later Christian." Ally follows Aster and twitches away leaving me alone.
I look down and in my hand Aster's number is written on it. I smile.
I groan, it has been a long tiresome and splendid day for me. I turn on the light in my living room and take a look around, no one here to welcome me home. I sure miss Web, even though he is a hand full. I chuckle to myself.
Thinking back to this evening, it makes me smile. I know it might be immature of me but- I got a girls number! Sure, girls have been asking me out and leaving me their numbers and they all flirted like Ally just did, but it was nothing like this. Aster was something more and I could feel it, ever since I first laid eyes on her.
Turning the corner to the kitchen, I looked at the pictures hanging on the wall. Web is on the swing in the backyard, while his mom is on the floor laughing. I'm pretty sure I'm behind the camera capturing this moment. I loosen the buttons on my neck, letting my chest expose.
I walk to the fridge and get a piece of chocolate cake. Setting it down on the table, a text message appears on my phone.
(Bold and Italic= Jason/ Bold= Christian)
Hey Chris! You going to the club tonight?
Jason, one of my best friends, asked. He was the first person I met when I first moved here, way before I became boss. He was the one who showed me the ropes, besides Angela. Cleaning my chocolate covered fingers on a napkin I grabbed the phone and replied back.
Yea, just give me a few? Hey who is going to b there?
Just me, u, cassy, Julie, kalla and rick… y?
So the whole gang is going… well almost everyone. I take a deep breath.
No just asking, thxs. C u there.
Dumping the contents of my leftover food in the trash I make a b- line to the shower. I ran up the stairs and grabbed some of my fresh clothes that were in the walk-in closet. Turning the light on, I went straight to the back, towards the shirts were my clothes were at. What should I wear? I rummaged through the shirts and found a white Hollister polo and the sign is aqua. I got a pair of jeans and left the room.
Walking down the hall to my room I passed Web's and Angela's bedroom. Right about now Angela would have been asking me where I was heading.
Opening my bathroom door I turned on the light. I run my hand through my dark hair and sigh. Well better get going before Jason starts to knock down my door.
I unbutton my shirt and take it off. In the mirror I see the scar from when a Sorrow blade cut me, back when I and Clara were partners. I suppress the memory; I can't let that bother me tonight.
I unbutton my jeans, and step out of both my boxers and my pants. Turning on the cool shower I step in, letting the warm water wash over me.
At the club, loud, hit songs are playing. The club is huge and by the looks of it, it could hold more than hundred people. The walls are velvet, with paintings on the wall. The tables are scattered along the walls, and the couches are placed in four sections of the room. Couples are making out on the couches, groping each other. I shift my gaze from then scene.
People are on the dance floor, dancing as if the world will end tomorrow. Girls are swaying to the music, but for more than half the girls, it's probably the alcohol doing its job. And of course boys are taking advantage of them and are grinding into the girl's ass, while the girl moves with the music, not seeming to care.
The Dj is playing "Play Hard" by David Guetta ft. Akon. People brushed up against me. I looked around to see if I can spot Jason.
I moved with the crowd, and pushed my way out to the opposite side of the club, towards the bar. Maybe I will find him drinking, or maybe I will find him already drunk and already kissing a girl.
"Hey!" a voice found its way, through the loud music, to me. I didn't really give it that much thought, many people shout 'hey' in a club, to get your attention.
I could now see the bar, and a lot of people are there. I quickly start to scan the stools for one of the guys. But all I see are strangers, and maybe some people I know from work. I look over my shoulder to see if I could find them, dancing their asses off, but no.
I let out a sigh; they will turn out sooner or later.
Behind the bar, waitresses are running around putting in orders and making sure they get the money.
Pushing my way through the last couple of people, I make my way to the opened stool. Over here the smell of rum is heavy, if someone would have asked me where I was tonight; they would know I was in a bar or in a club.
A girl with black long hair, pale skin wearing a red tube top, short shorts, high heels in an apron, came towards me. Once she looked at me, her smile widens. "Hey, Christian," Tirana, one of the girls I've gone out with when I first came here, smiled at me. "Long time no see." Her brown eyes were piercing but soft.
I leaned in closer and smiled my brilliant smile. "I know," her eyes seem to glitter under the lime light, making her mischievous. "You've changed. Last time I saw you, you were working at Payless." I chuckled, but she didn't find it amusing. Her eyes turned a darker brown, or was it because they dimmed the lights even more?
"What are you doing here?" There is the Tirana I know. Her voice was harsh, making me feel unwanted here. She examined a few glass then she put them down on the marble counter.
"Hey, Tirana!" a girl in a tight blue dress shouted from where she was making cocktails.
"Give me a sec, will ya?" I threw my hands up, letting her go help her friend in need. I watched as she helped her friend serve the customers. While she is busy, I took out my phone, but nothing appeared. I sighed. "Sorry, its just she is a rookie, and can't manage so many orders herself." Tirana wiped her brow. "So what can I get you?" she braced herself on the counter, looking at me.
"I'll have myself a pina collada," I reached into my pocket, searching for the right amount of money. "Please." She nodded and started to make my order. After a while, she came back. "Thanks." She smiled. "Anytime."
I turned towards the crowd, when someone sat next to me, with a familiar scent. Wait, she can't be here! I quickly turned to face ice blue eyes. "Oh, its you!" Allison (no correct that) Ally, stared back at me with a huge smile on her red lips. I should've known they will be going to a club. I sat straighter.
"Ally? What are you doing here?" I asked a little bit shocked. Well I should've gotten the memo when they were all wearing party clothes when I first saw them a few hours back in Starbucks. But now her hair was in a tight bun, only her bangs fell in her face.
Wait if Ally is here then… Aster is here too! My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Aster.
"Well what does it look like I'm doing?" she gave me a stupid look, making me feel and look retarded. Her eyes looked me over once again, leaving me red. I was totally not used to this. "The question is, what are you doing here?" Ally leaned in closer; even her perfume could be smelled here, in the clubs sweat and glory.
"I'm here with a friend." I had to scream in order for her to hear, over the loud music. She quirked an eyebrow, totally not believing me.
"Then where is your friend? Cause, I don't see him." Ally looked around mockingly. She smirked as her eyes settle down on mine.
I felt embarrassed; it felt like High School all over again. I took another sip from my drink, leaving a burning taste down my throat.
I winced. "So you want to dance?" Ally smiled, and her eye glittered of innocents. It kind of took me aback, but from a girl like Ally, I should've seen it coming.
"ALLY, BABY!" Saved by the bell! I would have started a protest about me not wanting to go dance. It's not because I don't like her, it's just… ugh! I don't know, she is not my type.
Ally and I both turned to her friends, and the one leading them all is Aster. But not the Aster I know, this Aster is drunk as fuck. Quickly I stood up for Aster to take a seat, I was concerned. "Aster?" my voice croaked.
"Oooh, Christiian! I didn't expect to see you herre!" she slurred her words; I'm guessing she was drinking the whole night. Aster wore the same clothes except, she is wearing high heels.
"Yep, this is Aster, had a little to much to drink." One of her friends said, starring at me. I nodded like I understood, but I didn't. I didn't read Aster as a girl who drinks. I moved towards Aster who smiled.
"Aster you okay?" I searched her eyes if she had been taking drugs, but she is fine. I led her to my stool and set her down.
"Christian!" I glanced up to see Jason and Rick come my way. They couldn't have picked a better time… than this moment. I rolled my eyes. My friends everybody, they leave me to be alone for half an hour and they suddenly appear.
"Oooh, who are these lovely ladies?" Rick and Jason both look at the girls, checking them out. Ally forgot about me and went straight to Jason.
Don't get me wrong, both, Rick and Jason, are good looking guys, not that I will ever admit it. Jason has brown hair and much taller than Rick, but not as tall as me. Rick on the other hand is short, and has black hair. Both guys are tanned, and huge looking. They been hitting the Gym.
Jason bit his lip, while checking Ally out. "What's your name?" Ally put a hand on Jason's bicep, while she made an 'O' with her lips. What a little player! I shook my head, and returned my focus to Aster. But she wasn't facing me. While I was starring at Jason and the other girls, she turned around to talk to the bartender.
"I'll have vodka shot," she smiled at the girl. "Thank you." The girl turned around and got a glass to fill up the shot.
She handed it to Aster. Aster turned back to me. "You want one?" Asters eyes were searching my face. I shook my head.
"Aster I don't think you should take-" Before I could finish my sentence she gulps its down. She winces and sets it down on the table. "that." I sighed.
"Don't be a party- pooper. Come on have some fun!" Probably her idea of fun is not my idea of fun- at all. Aster got off her seat, but she started to sway. Quickly I was next to her, steadying her. 'Thanks' is all she said. But she leaned into me. I looked to the other guys, 'I'm taking her home', I mouthed. Jason gave me a smirk and the 'look'. Rick just stood there admiring one of Ally's friends' ass.
"We should get you home." I grabbed her bag. She nodded her agreement. Good thing she didn't refuse. "Hey, Ally!" I shouted over to Ally, who was entranced by Jason. She looks at me and she sneered at me from taking her attention away from Jason. "I'm taking Aster home!" the music made it hard to hear but I made up a few words she said. Something about Aster's shoes in the car. I nodded like I heard her.
Aster reclined on me; her weight wasn't really on me though. We made our way through the throngs of people to the front door. Once outside I didn't really pay attention to how hot it was inside the club. Outside was breezy and cool. Aster held on to my arm, as I led her to my truck.
I never knew how Aster smelled like. I'm not being stalker or anything but I never did smell her scent. I breathed in her smell and it was amazing. She smelled like vanilla. I smiled. "Do you just smell me?" Aster asked, but her voice came out jokingly not rude. I blushed. "Yeah." She laughed.
"Wow," she stopped ahead of me, looking at my truck. "This," she pointed to my truck. "Your truck?" she turned to me and smiled. I looked at her eyes and her eyes looked tired and worn out.
"You like?" I asked playfully. She nodded. I opened the door for her and helped her in. Shutting the door behind her, I jogged to the other side.
Starting the truck, I turned down the music. Don't want Aster getting a headache because of me. Going on to the street, I turned to Aster, who was starring back at me. "Thanks," I looked at her a bit confused. "For offering to take me home." Aster's words weren't as sluggish as they were before. And her eyes aren't as dilated as they were back in the club.
"Aster, you sure you are alright?" I asked once more, wanting to make sure she didn't take something she wasn't suppose to. Aster rolled her eyes. "I'm fine." But something told me other wise, Aster wasn't telling me something. Because I was sure, I smelled a lot of an alcohol on her breath, heavy actually. The only people that I know that can be all right after getting drunk, are Angels.
I shook my head. No she can't be an Angel.
I pushed the thought away and focused on getting Aster home. If I could find her house.
So what did you think? I kinda suck at writing these a/n. sorry if they are crappy. Thank you for those who read, and PLEASE review, I need motivation. I'll be back next week for another update! Laters!
