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wickedtomboy
Don't Go
Chapter Three
7:55 pm. Five more minutes and she would be here. Just five more minutes.
What am I doing? I asked myself as I was pacing in the kitchen of my apartment. I'm going to a club… with her. Heather! There will be alcohol, music, and dancing. Dancing, the one thing Heather does best. She seduces you with the way her hips sway to the beat. Her scent radiates off of her with each movement. I felt myself getting hot just thinking about it. Just go. Everything will be fine. Have a good time, it may be one of the last moments you will get with her. The season is almost done and after that, there is nothing keeping her here in L.A…with me. There is nothing keeping her away from Taylor, her boyfriend. I almost threw up at the thought. I don't want to lose HeMo.
DING DONG! I froze. She's here. Right on time. I grab my purse and fix my hair before opening the door.
There she was, standing there, smiling. She was wearing a short, luscious red dress. That was almost too form-fitting for me to handle. Her black heels shined against the pavement. Her hair was pencil straight and sparkled under the porch light.
As my eyes scanned over her, I could feel her eyes scan over me. I went with a strapless, black dress that moved with my curves. My heels were simple and to the point but had a secret sexiness to them. My hair was in a high bun.
"You look amazing!" Heather said. I felt myself blush, hoping Heather didn't notice.
"Not half as amazing as you." I replied, I saw her cheeks become a light shade of red.
"Are you ready to go?" She asked.
"Yeah. You?"
"Yeah."
"Great!" I said as I stepped out of the doorframe, locked the door, and followed her to her car.
The beginning of the ride was awkward. I was nervous for some reason. Heather just always had that affect on me. Then we starting talking about how our days went which turned into random small talk. I just loved being around her. Her personality, laugh, smile, beauty. Everything. I never wanted our time together to end. But that's what sucks about time… it has too.
We parked across the street from SkyBar and made our way up to the most famous rooftop in L.A. As soon as we entered the club, we were surrounded by music. My heart started pumping along with the beat. Heather took my hand and lead me over to the booth the cast had reserved. Everyone was there and everyone was already drinking.
"Naya! Heather!" Lea said, smiling. She was sitting next to Dianna with some kind of cocktail in her hand.
"Hey Nay!" Dianna said, turning and smiling at me. She didn't say anything to Heather though. She knows about Heather and I. And she hates Heather for it.
Everyone else says their usual greetings and we respond to them. Heather and I order our drinks. And the party has officially started.
Amber, Jenna, Kevin, and Harry are the first to go dance. I decide to take a couple of tequila shots with Cory. While Lea and Heather went to get more drinks. Dianna and Mark are causally talking. Mark is having a beer, while Dianna is the designated driver.
I begin to feel the effect of tequila take over my body. It feels great. The burning, the tingling, everything. I started to feel the need to move. The need to lose myself on the dance floor, to the rhythm of the music. That's when I saw her. She had dark-red hair, long legs, a beautiful face, and a great body. Not as great as Heather's, of course. But then again, no one's was as great as Heather's.
I stood up, walked over to the girl, and asked her if she wanted to dance. I lead her onto the dance floor and let my body do the talking. We gradually got into a rhythm. Hips swaying against each other, arms brushing together, legs moving around each others. I liked her, her name was Sydney, she was nice, respectful, funny, and not a half bad dancer. After three songs she asked if I wanted a drink and we went over to the bar. We talked for a while, about various things. She was cool, easy to be around. Then she asked for my number and I paused. What do I do? I mean, I can't give it to her, right? What would happen between Heather and I?
I looked around nervously and saw Heather, and to my surprise, she was looking at me. I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I gave Sydney my number. I just want Heather to feel pain. Just a little pain. Enough to make her realize what she has done to me. I know its wrong. And I know, deep down that she is the last person I ever want to see hurt. But at that moment, it felt good. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Heather take a shot. She slammed the glass down on the table and started to make her way towards me. Well, here we go.
"Nay?" Heather asked. I turned and looked at her. Seeing a flash of hurt in her eyes. "Can I talk to you?"
"Well, um, I-"
"It's okay, Naya." Sydney interjected, "I have to go anyway. Is it okay if I talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure." I said, feeling very shy and awkward at the situation.
"Okay. Have a good night!" Sydney said, giving me a little wink as she turned and disappeared into the crowd of people.
"Who is she?" Heather asked, looking stern.
"Just some girl I meet. Her name is Sydney."
"Oh…" she paused. I saw that she was thinking of what to say next. "Do you wanna go have a couple more drinks?" She asked. Really, Heather. Really! Will you ever be able to talk about the elephant in the room. I wanted to scream at her… But I calmed myself, seeing as now is not the best time to have this conversation.
"Yeah, sure." I said, as I followed her back to the booth where jello shots were waiting. I decided what better way to ignore the elephant than to get so drunk I can't even see it.
After four shoots each, we hit the dance floor. Unlike Sydney, Heather and I immediately found our rhythm. There was never any nervousness or clumsiness. Our bodies matched one another's. Like two pieces of a puzzle. After a while things were really getting heated. Our hearts both matched the beat. I couldn't tell who's heart beat was who's. Our bodies were wrapped tightly around each others. My hands were glued to Heather's waist. Her arms were secured around my neck. I could feel her hot breath against my neck, causing my body to shiver and melt against her touch.
"You look so sexy tonight." She whispered. She then turned around in my arms and began to move her backside all along my curves. I felt myself wanting her. And it was becoming too much to bare.
Then, the song ended. I gently pulled away from her and walked back to the booth where Dianna and Lea were sitting. I quickly sat down and drank another shot, savoring the taste.
"Hey, Nay?" Lea asked. I looked up at her. "Can you watch mine and Heather's stuff? I'm gonna go dance for a little bit."
"Sure Lea." I said, glancing down to Heather's purse beside me. Her phone was lying next to it.
"Thanks." She said as her and Dianna moved towards the dance floor. I reached for a fresh cocktail in the middle of the table. I began slowly sipping it trying to clear my head of thoughts about a certain blue-eyed blonde. That's when I felt a vibration up my arm. I looked down to see Heather's iPhone light up with a text from someone who's name I never want to see/hear again.
Taylor: Good night, Heather. I love you…so much.
I felt my heart shatter. Literally. Into a million pieces. I looked up and saw HeMo, dancing. That's when I realized HeMo could never be mine. She loved someone. And he loved her. She never was nor ever will be my HeMo. No matter how much I try.
I feel the tears in my eyes start to fall. My heart is pumping loudly but not to the beat of the song. I get up and practically run to the bathroom. Once I reach the closest stall, I let it all out. I start sobbing until I feel myself gasping for air. My chest starts heaving. I feel my stomach give out and I throw up, completely emptying everything in my body.
"Nay…?" I hear a soft whisper ask. "Nay, what's wrong?...Are you okay?" I knew it was Heather. Not now. Please not now.
She tries to open the stall but I push it closed. "Nay, please let me in."
"No." I say, barely audible. I can't recognize my own voice.
"Please." She begs. I take a deep breath, knowing that I will have to come out eventually. I wipe my tears and open the door. I look at her. I mean really look at her. And I know that I am done, I can't go on like this.
I make my way past her to the sink and splash ice-cold water on my face. I feel her angel-soft hands against my back. Rubbing it gently. I push away from the touch, it burned holes through my skin. I began to make my way towards the exit, not wanting to talk to her right now.
"Why are you upset?" She asks carefully. I stop. Then I turn at look at her. I search her eyes, for something that I can't name. And right when I saw it, I said:
"You know why." Then I turned and walked out the door. And for the first time, I didn't look back.