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Chapter 3
The blonde smashed her fists against one of the small tables on the staff hall. "Why? Why did he go away?" Oh, she was SO frustrated. Even she wondered why she was giving the matter such importance, but she felt too irritated to let it slip. 'You lost him', her mind repeated and her rational part would answer, 'So what? You don't even know who he is!'
She slumped and whimpered until she was kneeling on the floor. 'Alright, think positive. At least he wasn't on one of this beds banging another girl,' a part of her thought. Yeah, that's true. She had checked every bedroom and, luckily, he wasn't in any.
She hit herself. "Ugh... Dammit, It feels as if we were a couple..." she growled depressed, hiding her face in her hands. It took her some minutes but she calmed down and looked at the floor. 'Okay, he was just a random guy and even though nothing great happened, nothing bad did either. Live with it and go on,' she told herself and stood up to go back into the bar. However, for a while she couldn't stop pouting.
The next night, at 3am in the morning, she was dying of boredom. Mr Jones and his friends were in the club again, but teasing Paul wasn't funny anymore. He had too much pride and it would get dangerous soon. She didn't want any trouble with the clients.
She longed for some fresh air away from the cigarette smell, the perfumes and the alcohol, so she went outside through the back door. Once it was closed, she sighed and slipped down it until she was sat on the floor. Then she rumbled her hair. Ah, what was she doing with her life?, she asked herself and looked up. The stars were shining in the night sky and the streets were silent. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
What was she doing with her life? When would she make her dream come true? How much money did she need to live happily? Why had she decided to get it this way? What did she really want? Those were all questions running through her mind, so she opened her eyes to escape them. She was surprised when she did. In front of her was a guy's face, a few centimeters away from her's and staring. She opened her eyes wider, furrowed her brows and frowned, not able to move. The face must have been something because the guy laughed and stepped back.
Pink hair. Just seeing that made her feel ecstatic. And that immediately embarrased her, so she talked to try and hide it. "You! The guy from yesterday! What are you... doing here?" In the end, she blushed.
The man looked at her and smirked. "What? You missed me?," he asked making her jaw drop.
"AS IF!," she shouted in return and the man started laughing.
"You're weird," he stated.
"YOU are the weird one! You left yesterday without saying a word and appear today out of nowhere. I thought I would never see you again!," she shrieked. Then she gasped and hid her face. She was acting like a kid! Like a young girl in a fight with her boyfriend!
"Oh, come on Lucy, calm down," he said playfully. She rose her head immediately.
"What did you call me?," she asked curiously.
"Lucy. Why?"
"That's not my name. My name's Jessica."
"Yeah, well, Lucy fits you better."
She narrowed her ayes. A few questions were already darting through her head, but she suddenly noticed the guy had been smiling the whole time. He was completely different to the night before. The dark shadow over his eyes had disappeared. She decided to just sigh and let him call her whatever he wanted to as long as he kept smiling.
"And, what's your name, stranger?," Jessica asked.
He held his chin in thought. "Someday you'll know."
Right there she felt the impulse to facepalm. "Well, what are you doing here, Mr... Natsu?"
"Natsu?"
"Yeah, why not. You can't be the only one to rename me," she stated.
The man laughed. "Where did you get that name? So weird!"
"Whatever! I'm not weird! It's just the name that comes to mind when I see you!" She stared at him feeling confused. "It's... as if it were exactly the name for you..."
The man stared at her seriously for a moment too, but then laughed it off by saying, "And then you say you're not weird!"
"Hmph!" The blond was already regretting the man's good mood. Playful type, huh? What a shame...
She looked at him from head to toe rapidly. Well, he was still hot.
"So, you know, I'm working. I have to go back inside. Want to come...?," she asked, standing up and grabbing the door knob.
"Nah, too hot there," the guy immediately answered crossing his arms. She looked at him for a second, shrugged and started turning to enter with an "okay". Suddenly, she saw something from the corner of her eye and a tight hold on her wrist pulled her backwards.
She hit the man's chest with her back and looked up into his face. Had that just now been desperation in his face? It lasted a second so she wasn't sure, but what else could it be if he was retaining her now?
She smiled coily. "And you say I'm weird," she stated triumphant. The guy's face didn't change and her smile ended up disappearing. "Hey, you can tell me. What's wrong?"
The shadow from last night darkened the boy's eyes with bad memories and sadness. He probably couldn't speak, but lowered his head to rest it on top of her's while clossing his eyes. She wanted to touch his face, (and was about to do so) when the door in front of them opened.
Sasha stood motionless on the frame with wide eyes. She looked at Jessica. Then looked at the man. Next she checked their hands and noticed he was holding her. Finally, fixed her eyes on the pink hair for an eternity.
Jessica half glared, half smiled at her friend. "He's someone I know, he's not holding me because he's attacking me nor are we lovers and, yes, his hair is pink and stop your train of thoughts there," she said, responding to all of the girl's untold questions. Then Sasha looked at her again, something shining in her eyes, a new question implied.
'Can I have him?' she hoped and Jessica's glare responded 'Don't even think about it'.
The girl was about to pout when she noticed the man had opened his eyes and was watching her. More like, killing her with his gaze. All thoughts of "what a cute guy" went flying out of the window.
She tugged on Jessica's hand nerviously. "Jess, they are waiting for you inside. Mr Jones and the others are acting a bit strange and keep asking where you are. Come in with me, okay?"
Jessica brought the hand to her head and sighed. What did she mean by 'acting strange'? Pf, she couldn't care less but it was her job. "Hey..." she said looking at the man. "I have to go inside. You can enter or you can leave. Come tomorrow and we can arrange a different meeting place, alright?"
The guy didn't speak a word nor did he let go of her hand. She could still see that shadow she knew so well in his eyes so she smiled sweetly. "You will find me here every night, I'm not going anywhere."
The words had the magical effect she expected. His eyes opened widely, no trace of that shadow left, and he grinned before letting her enter.
"I think he's dangerous," Sasha told her first thing after she closed the door.
"I wonder..." Jessica mumbled and looked back as they walked through the hallway full of moans. "Maybe he is..." She put a hand to her heart.
When they reached Mr Jones' table, Jessica discovered what 'acting strange' meant. Three out of the five men were laughing under their breath as they drank, talked or smiled. Paul had his arms crossed and looked away from all them and specially away from her. Michael didn't laught, didn't talk and didn't drink. He had his eyes glued to her and nothing could distract him. His attitude was slightly different from the night before but she couldn't figure what it meant exactly.
"Jess, dear, don't you think we are a great group of people? None of us would want to insult you, right Paul?" Mr Jones said and Edgard and Thomas snickered as Paul blushed and looked away.
"Oh, you're all thinking about that ?" The blonde asked sitting besides Thomas and starting to prepare a drink. "You're a sweet group, don't worry about it anymore."
She wasn't interested in dragging the incident any further. She took a glance in Paul's direction and saw him looking at her surprised but greatful and smiled.
The night went on smothly from that point on and, when the five men left the bar, Sasha and Jessica were at the door to see them off.
Everyone was heading home when Paul took a step towards Jessica.
"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. It won't happen again," he declared. An explosion of yells and whistles broke out from his group congratulating him on finally saying it. He shook his head and sighed, then looked at her again. He knelt down like a prince and kissed her hand gently. "Please, permit me to start again."
The prince type, oh.
She smiled. "You can try."
Beside Jones, who was laughing, a very silent Michael stared at the scene with narrowed eyes.
