A.N: Thank you for all your feedback, I would love to hear more and I hope I will. Good or bad, I can take critics. Hahaha, it's gonna get pretty creepy after this, enjoy. Nellie.
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Chapter Three
The clothing store was amazing! There seemed to be people of all ages there buying the latest fashions. Girls giggled looking at clothing that was far to revealing for the age of their voices, but who would reject money. And, with no parents in sight who would think them under aged?
Rocky and Robbie arrived around eight that night. The store clerk threw a glance their way, then finished up with a customer before coming over.
Here we go, the sales pitcher... You look fabulous da'ling and all that other unnecessary rot. Rocky rolled his eyes. Why can't they just let you decide on your own?
"Hiii, I'm Emmet Sable and I'm sure I've never seen you two in here before." The man greeted. The guy had a way about him that let you know he played on a different team- that or he was just really eccentric. He was very tall, maybe 6'1" maybe 6'3". Short cut brown hair, spiked in the front- the latest in hair styles- a long lean body that looked as though it visited the gym frequently, and a snazzy little ensemble that would have you thinking he was a costumer rather than a salesman. "Because if I did, I would remember." He flicked his hand in their direction.
Robbie turned his head and snickered to his self. Rocky just looked past the man as though he were somewhere else.
"So come on, come on... what's the occasion? Maybe I can direct you to the right location in the store."
Rocky looked at the man and smiled. "We're going to a club tonight with some friends, and we wanna look-..."
"Hot!" Robbie finished his friends sentence like he would mess up and say the wrong thing. He didn't wanna look like a first timer- although he was. He wanted to look like the kind of guy that visited clubs all the time. "We're both trying to impress these girls that we like."
The man smiles. "Say no more, I've got just the collection that puts them in a neck cast they turn their heads so fast."
The three of them laughed.
"Well, right this way to flava country." Heading deep into the store, Emmet didn't even check to see if the two planned on following him, he just dashed off with a sassy little twist of his hips.
Dropping his hand on Rocky's shoulder, he mentions quietly. "This place is wild."
"I told ya, all the best people come here." He replied, starting after the salesman.
"I can tell." The brunette follows, watching out for a passer by on the way.
The two of them were left alone once the clerk showed them to the leather section. He figured they could help themselves this far along. There were a few other people in that section who were trying on rather tight pieces of clothing. The pants being the most horrifying sight to see because you couldn't exactly wear underwear with them, if you know what I mean.
Rocky studied himself in a long mirror in the dressing room. He chose a pair of plastic leather pants, and a fish net tank top to accent the pants. Something seemed to be missing though... but what. Leaving the dressing room, he searches through the wrack of shirts and locates a sheer dark green tank top, that he could wear under the black fishnet. Perfect.
Returning into the dressing room, he yanks the shirt over his head, slips on the other than pulls the fishnet back on. Nooow, he loved it. "Hey Rob' you almost done. I'm ready to buy this stuff and go."
"Already? I can't even pick the right colors yet, what're you wearing." The scraping of the little metal rings that held the dressing curtain sounded over the shiny silver bar, as Robbie stepped from behind the curtain of the dressing room.
He wasn't wearing a shirt yet, and his choice of leg wear was just a black pair of jeans. In his hands were two shirt, one red with zippers over the chest area and the other blue with a couple of cuts along the side for design.
Rocky appeared a moment later. It looked as though he ran his hands through his hair a couple times, because it was sticking out here and there a little like he got electrocuted.
"And I say this solely as a friend- wow!" Robbie comments. "You're gonna have to beat them off with a stick wearing the pants alone."
"Thanks..." He walks over to another mirror a short distance in front of them, looking his self over.
"Well since you seem to have an eye for fashion, which one should I choice?" He holds up both shirts.
Rocky considered them then points to the red. "That one is more suggestive then the blue, come here." He reaches out a hand for the boy then yanks him in front of the mirror. Taking the shirt from him, he hold it against Robbie's chest and smiles. "See."
"Hmmm..." He cocks his head. "Yeah... I think I will take this one."
Rocky pats the boys shoulder, saying "That's the spirit."
When he looks back at the mirror, Robbie gazes at him through it and Rocky notices.
"What?"
Robbie shakes his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Nothing sorry,"
"No what, you obviously were thinking about something so what is it... you can tell me, we're friends right?" Rocky looked at him, amusement in his eyes.
"It's just that... you're eyes," Robbie looks down at his bare feet.
"My eyes? What about them?"
The boy shrugs. "I don't know, when we first met... I guess they just looked a little more blue. That's all."
Rocky laughed. "And what do they look like now?" He locks eyes with his reflection in the mirror. "They look the same to me."
"I don't know, more greenish."
This time it was Rocky who shrugged. "My eyes are blue green, I'm wearing a green shirt... it must be reflecting that's all. Now let's take this stuff off and purchase it, so we can back to campus, wouldn't wanna be late right."
"...Right."
Rocky shakes his head at Robbie's still uncertain voice then returns to the dressing room. Tonight was truly going to be something to behold and Rocky couldn't wait to drink in every bit of it.
Back at the dorms, room 108 is open. There is a soft sound of feet padding around on the floor. The feet stop by one of the beds, then they elevate from the floor as the person flops down on the bed. The intruders mouth part in a giggle but nothing comes out, shortly after the silence in the room is filled with the sound of what seems to be sniffing.
A pleasured sigh escapes the girls lips, as she rolls onto her stomach. "What a smell," she mouths. Sitting up, the girl reaches into her purse; since the room is so dark she's feeling around blindly until her hand brushes across a bottle. Taking it out, she opens it up then taps the end to the pillow beside her. The girls smile shows in the moonlight, cruel yet flirtatious as the smell of her perfume wafts up her nose.
Standing, she brushes a hand over the pillow before she walks out of the room, closing the door after herself. Shortly after that it reopens and the two current owners walk in.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower, Rob'... I'll leave the water on if you're getting in after." Rocky heads for the bathroom, dropping his bags on his bed.
"No thanks, if I take one more shower today I'll be water logged."
"Hahahaha." Stripping as he goes into the bathroom, Rocky closes the door after him.
Robbie shakes his head at the boys behavior but figures that he must have just been shy when they first met, because Rocky was nothing like this. He was... well, for lack of a better word- more relaxed. This Rocky seems a bit... off the wall. Or all over the place. Maybe he's just nervous about going to a club for the first time- though, with his choice of clothing it seemed like he went a lot. It was hard to tell.
"So Rock'," he grabs his cell to check his voice messages.
"Yeah?" He calls over the water.
"How did things go with the phone calling thing..."
"Good I guess... Nothing to expect really, you're just talking to people with problems. It's not hard."
"I think it would be, I can barely manage my own life sometimes, why try helping some one else, when you can't even help yourself." Dropping his phone to the bed, he starts to undress to change for the party.
The bathroom door opens and Rocky crosses the room, wrapped in a towel with wet hair dripping his trail. He was becoming more excited by the second, he could tell something big was gonna happen tonight and he was just bursting at the seams to know what.
This is so strange, I've never felt this... energetic before... It must be from all that coffee I drank earlier. I'll switch to de-cafe tomorrow. He ran the towel through his hair, then snags a brush trying to manage the mess. Once happy with his hair, he tugs his clothes on giving himself a rub down for wrinkles, then he turns to face his friend. "How do I look?"
"Hmmm" Robbie cocks his head like he were honestly thinking about it. "Good, very clean."
"Hahahaha. You look good too, but you should mess your hair up some more- people do that."
"Yeah people, but I dare to be different."
"Hahahaha." Leaning over his bed, Rocky pulls his cell phone from under his pillow. He frowns as a strange smell blows up his nose... He had smelled it once before he as sure of it... But from where? And how did it get on his pillow? Hmm? Maybe it was just the smell of his shampoo mixing with something else in the air. It had to be. Oh well, no time to worry about that.
There was a knock on the door.
"You guys in there, party time!" A voice yelled.
"Party time." Robbie and Rocky laugh, heading to the door.
Locking it behind them; they were both complimented on their clothing, said their compliments and thank you's for being invited along. Then the small group headed outside to the parking lot to go out. As the cars pulled away, a black car, with its lights off follows closely behind them.
The club was absolutely insane! Strobe lights of greens, blues and purple were scattered through out the place. Large multi-colored lights spun on a base creating an almost unreal like glow around the room. The walls were packed with people from left to right, it was amazing that anyone could sit at a table without having someone on top of it. But the best part of it all, is the music. That slow, low, base just thumping. Bounding down on you from speakers hidden above your head, and below it rattles your feet right through your shoes and up through your spine. It was electric.
Rocky and Robbie stood at the door for a moment, drinking it all in. Then with a quick glance at each other, the hurried out onto the dance floor to join in with all the other moving bodies.
Robbie grabbed a hold to the waist of a girl he probably knew from one of his classes. The two of them were grinding into each others hips so hard they might as well be one person. This girl who has on a mini skirt and tube top, barely fitting, wraps her leg around the boys hip and the other girls sandwiching them.
Rocky seemed to be in his own world as girl after girl just strolled up and began to dance with him, but he paid them no mind. One of the girls, a blonde, wraps her arms around his neck then stands on her tip toes to whisper in his ear over the music.
"You're hot, wanna dance?"
Rocky smirks at her, nuzzling his cheek to her face as he whispers in return. "I thought we were."
The girl laughs, sweetly, then strikes back into her dance moves. Rocky places his hands on the girls hips swinging them back and forth while she bent her knees doing the eagle, and Rocky bent down doing the same. Interlocking legs together, they rock side to side standing back up.
The girl dips herself back with Rocky's support and she laughs in joy for snagging the hottest guy in the place. Rocky's lower back vibrates a little, letting him know that his phone is ringing. Leaning over his licks the girls neck, tracing his tongue up to her ear and he whispers.
"I think I have to take this, I'll be back."
"Mmmm," she sighs happily. "Don't be gone long."
"I won't." Standing the girl upright, Rocky wanders through the crowd to where the rest room might be located. Flipping open the phone, Rocky holds it to his ear, sticking his index finger into the other one to hear the caller. "Hello?"
"...Rocky? What that he-...? Where are you?" It was Colt.
"Hey bro! I'm glad you called, I was gonna wait til morning to tell you but college life is awesome. It's nothing like Mom and Dad said it would be!"
"Rocky, why are you shouting?" Colt asks. "Are you at a club- aaah wait, that's not possible. Rocky doesn't go to clubs."
"Rocky does now... I'm here with a friend, we were invited but who cares about that, I'm having a great time." He looks back out at the dance floor for the girl he was with, but she was nowhere in sight. "Man, I wish you were here... Colt...? Where'd you go?"
"I'm sorry, I just needed a minute to register what you just said."
"What'd I just say?"
"That my stick in the mud brother, is at a night club."
"Well calm down Col', it's not like I'm at some strip club or anything... Sounds kinda fun though."
"Rocky? Have you been drinking?"
Rocky shakes his head. "Not a drop. And besides, I was joking, this is just for one night."
Colt was silent a moment. "Ha, well if college can do all that for you, than I can't wait go."
"Yeah, I've gotta go okay, see ya!"
He hung up without waiting for a reply. A smile came across his face. Colt, now there's a guy that knows how to have fun... Well, maybe not as much fun as I can have... but he'd have to do. Rocky's hand came up to his head. It hurt so much all of a sudden. Just when he thought he could have a good afternoon, headache free, one decides to crop up. I gotta sit down.
Going back out onto the dance floor, he seeks out a table to sit at. He could find none, everyone was occupied by someone that was either drinking or making out. Perfect.
"You wanna sit down? I've got just the place, follow me."
Rocky turned his head to where the voice had come from. He saw a back, a female back that probably belonged to the female voice he had just heard. Turning on his heels, the ashy blond follows the girl through the crowd of people that seemed to be parting themselves for them as they made their way out.
"It's not that far now. Keep up." Says the girl. He would love to know how she was speaking to him so clearly, without being by his ear. The music was loud enough for the whole world to hear, and yet this girls voice cut through it like it weren't even there.
"Wait, I can barely see you." Rocky closed his eyes, pressing his fingers to the vein on his forehead to suppress the pain, he had stopped walking a moment hoping that the pounding in his head would go away.
"Come on." Grabbing Rocky's wrist, the girl pulled him along until they were in another room. A darker room, lit by nothing but purple lights, that made Rocky's hair stand out like a light bulb.
Before Rocky knew it, he was sitting on a fluffy couch that felt a lot like velvet. "Thank you." He complied.
"No problem." The girl climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around Rocky's neck. "Just relax now, and let me play with you."
Rocky smiled, his headache was beginning to go away now. It was frightening how many he was having now a days, but even more so, how quickly they were beginning to go away. "I can play all night long, what about you?"
"Long...? I can be played with all night long."
Rocky leaned forward and kissed the girl on the lips. It tastes like cherry candy, and he dove in deeper. His hands came around the girls waist, keeping her in place on his lap.
"Mmmm." She hummed in the kiss.
Rocky licked the bottom of the girls lip asking for an invitation in her mouth, and she complied with a moan opening it, to let him in. Their tongues danced like swords back and forth, but Rocky won. Giving her a quick stabbing motion with his tongue to her, he then ran it along the roof of her mouth.
When they both needed air, they moved apart and Rocky looked the girl over. She was pretty cute, in a plain sort of way. Her hair was blonde, a shade that looked to be his own, cut to her shoulders with bangs hiding pretty eyes that he couldn't see the color of because of the lights. She was slightly short, maybe 5'5", she couldn't be any taller than that because Rocky is 5'7". But it may be different with girls.
She was dressed in a cat suit, which had slices from the leg up to the arm pits and from the way the light was glowing against it, it was black and shiny as a mirror. Rocky didn't really care what she was wearing because at the time, he just wanted her out of it. Moving his hands up to the back to where the zipper is located, he tried to pull it down but the girl smacks his hands away.
"Mm-mm, not here." Sliding off of his hips, and making sure she did it as hard and as slowly as she could, the girl stands and walks away.
Rocky, being able to take a hint, follows after her...