I haven't been updating as often because I really haven't been getting any reviews to motivate me enough to update more quick. I know every writer would like some type of feedback, but without that much acknowledgement I feel as if you're all bored. I jsut wan tot let you know that I've been working hard and have an exciting plot that slowly building and am currently working on a cheesy plot twist to make this story more entertaining. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
TEGAN POV
I sit scrunched up tightly in a booth against jack in the back of the obviously very busy club. I stirred my vodka with my skinny black straw as I gazed around the crowd of drunken people in hopes that my anxiety would calm down, but the loud music vibrating my ear drums just made everything worse. Even with my heartbeat pulsing in my ears mixed with the music, I couldn't drown out Stacy's laughs and giggles that echoed to me. The way she burst out laughing and would drunkenly lean against Sara everytime she spoke to her made my memories flick back to that one night years ago of the mistake that partook between Stacy and I.
The wind was knocked out of me the second the brunette made eye contact with me through the glass inside the livestream booth, and I was glad that the grip on my guitar was tight enough that I didn't drop it right then and there, because at that moment, my heart skipping a beat and I froze with fright as Stacy ferociously stared me down hungrily before she entered the room to shake my hand.
I was completely caught off gaurd as she acted like she had never even met me, and how she played it off as if she was so excited to finally meet Sara and I. For a moment I really did believe that Stacy had forgotten about our one night stand years ago, long before Lindsey and in the middle of a giant blowout between Sara and I. But after I excused Sara and I, Stacy followed behind me closely and whispered in my ear just before I made it out of the room "Remember me?" At that moment, i could literally feel the color drain from my face. Blood rushed to my head once I realized Sara was interested in Stacy, and now, seeing them flirt obnoxiously made my stomach twist in knots that has nothing to do with the hard alcohol i've already consumed.
Why Stacy? Why after all these years without Emy, and all the other girls showing interest in her does she have to fancy Stacy? I mean, I'll admit she's good looking, but I can't go as far as saying that I'm attracted to her,or that I was attracted to her at the bar years ago. That's a trait I use on people that I've met, and get a feel for their personality. Sure, I call audiences attractive almost every night-but that's completely different from specifically being attracted to someone. Lindsey, yes, I'm obviously attracted to, and yes, I still find myself attracted to Sara and always will in some way, but this has nothing to do with why I don't want anything more to come out of the fast growing relationship between Sara and Stacy. As soon as I woke up the morning after, I left Stacy still sleeping, naked between the sheets that I don't even have the slightest remembrance of tossing and crinkling up in such an appalling manner. I was to just let that act of shame be locked in my brain from Sara, and anyone else away to eat at me and live in guilt from Sara forever.
However, I must have been more drunk than I thought, because I didn't ever recall giving Stacy my number, who used it to text me constantly, and would even call during all hours of the night. I finally set her straight and told her I was already in another relationship, and to put an end with all the calls. This was when she told me that she knew I was with Sara, and she said that she wasn't a big enough bitch to ever tell anyone, but she just wanted to let me know that I was passing up an amazing opportunity to date someone like her, and that i was going to hell for fucking my own sister, followed by other comments on how absolutely disgusting I was. I haven't heard from her since. Until now.
I did everything I could to keep calm and avoid any sort of eye contact with either Sara or Stacy. I was doing a good job with the second part, but I was having trouble keeping my feeling and mind under control. i was neverr one to do that, I always relied on others to help me. I can't even turn to Lindsey for help, because anything having to do with Sara and I's past romantic relationship makes her terribly uncomfortable. I'm not alone, I'm just on my own in this situation.
My cheeks were burning, and I knew they must be red as hell at this point, and me eagerly sipping on my vodka isn't helping with the heat either. I don't know how else to cope in this situation, so I figure I'd drink to make the time pass before i'm allowed to leave.
I must have gotten too distracted to even notice the two empty seats at the end of the booth. Almost choking on my drink, I gulped it down and grabbed onto Jack's shirt to get his attention as soon as I noticed Stacy and Sara were gone.
I began questioning him even before he had the chance to turn around to face me, so he was startled by my eagerness
"Where's Stacy and Sara?" I demanded the answer
"Uh...They left ten minutes ago I dont know. Didn't you hear them say goodnight ?"
"What? They left alone this late at night? Why would you let them leave together!?"
"Woah, calm down Tegan. If it makes you feel any better Stacy's really cool and I know she won't let anything bad happen to Sara. She knows her way around New York, they probably just went to a park or something. No big deal."
I was still fuming, Jack's words only adding to the flames, and i excused myself and told everyone I was heading back to the hotel, which was really what I plan on doing.
Inside the cab, my hands were fumbling with my phone and my knees were bouncing up and down rapidly to resist the urge to call Sara, but I know I should wait until i'm in my hotel room so I don't have to worry about being discreet
I never liked walking into hotels late at night alone. Something abot them just really creep me out. Maybe its the identical long hallways, maybe its all the doors. The hallway of the floor my room was located had that one light towards the end that flickered, and I rushed inside the safety of my own room and sighed as I shut the door behind me.
My fingers instantly speed dialed Sara, and I impatiently waited for Sara to pick up. Once she did, I heard her talking to someone, obviously Stacy, before actually speaking, causing me to call for her repeatedly
"Oh hey Te-Tegan! What's up?"
"Sara! Where the hell are you?"
"Shh, Stace, I can't hear Tegan," Stace? they've already progressed to nicknames?
"What'd you say?"
"Where the fuck are you!?" I growled
"Jeeze, calm down. Who's got your panties in a bunch haha" Oh god, she's so drunk.
What if Stacey kidnaps her or something?
"Im just hangin' out with Stacy,calm down. no biggie"
"It's almost 3 AM, and you're out exploring new york city drunk as hell with someone you just met, and you expect me to not worry? Sara are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"I'm not out exploring New York! I'm at my aparment, so don't wait up for me."
"Sara your apartment is being renovated, get your ass back to the hotel since you're obviously too immature to be wandering New York."
"No! Jeez, just because you're not getting any ass doesn't give you the excuse to act like a fucking bitch,"
Not gonna lie, that hurt a bit. It ticked me off so much that before I lost control and went off on her, i hung up. I just want to look after her, I don't trust Stacy what so ever, and I have no idea what the hell her plot is. What's her motive in this? Is she going to break Sara's heart? I won't refrain from snapping her neck if she does. Anything but that, she can't take another blow to the heart.
