Chapter 5: The Wild One
Hey everyone, SO SO SO sorry it took me sooooo long. But I had spring break and other things just kept coming up but the chapter is finally here. Everything is slowly getting less stressful so I should have more time to post next chapter within a weeks time. Thanks to all faithful readers, you guys are what make me keep writing!
Roger's POV
I gave a sigh and rested my head against the door frame. "You're got to be kidding me….." I muttered.
"Oh come on Davis!" Daniel said with an excited swagger. "You'll have fun…you know it."
I peeped one eye at him and glared. "Please, man?" Wes begged, shaking his shaggy bangs from his view.
I turned, with my arms crossed against my chest. Seeing all their eager faces, I grumbled and succumbed. "Fine…"
Wes' young smile brightened, like a kid who got a lollypop. "Yeah!"
They wanted to go out and celebrate the very successful first gig. I just wanted to a have a small party and go home but they seemed adamant to full on party. A small break away from Stella to get my thoughts straight wouldn't have been bad idea either. She was way too much for me to handle, April and Mimi would forever be apart of me.
I heard a door shut loudly behind me from across the room. I turned around to see Stella frantically putting her shoes on, obviously eager to get out, and my jaw dropped.
Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun but I could tell she had straightened it first. Her emerald green eyes shined brightly against the darkness of her eyeliner. She had on a glove tight red dress that caused her tan skin to appear silky and glow.
I couldn't pull my eyes away from her and all I could hear was my heart galloping in my ears. I felt a tightening in my pants which brought my admiring gaze from her as I tried to think about Benny.
Daniel rolled his eyes as Stella stood with a proud smirk. "Always the wild one…"
Ethan opened the door and announced sarcastically, "Now that the princess is ready, lets go."
She looked so stunning I just watched my feet as I followed them to the club, trying to elude her at all costs.
I was so stuck in my head I didn't notice we had arrived. "Roger?" I looked up to see Daniel holding the door open with a knowing grin. "You coming?"
I nodded sheepishly and entered. I was immediately met with smoke and the heat pulsing from the people crowded in the club. The lights flashed brightly and the smoke stifled my senses. My arms unconsciously crossed over my chest again.
"Oh come on Roger, loosen up man!" Daniel chuckled as he shuffled into the masses.
I felt stiff and uncomfortable, which was odd. I used to feel so comfortable and could blend in easily in situations like this. Somehow, sometime in all that had happened the rock star, ego-fed confidence slowly disappeared.
Like a siren calling to me, I could easily spot Stella on the dance floor. She was eating up all of the attention coming from many of the other guys in the room and just kept dancing like there was no tomorrow. But, every minute or so she would stare in my direction; she sure knew what she wanted.
I found my way over to the bar where I grabbed a beer. Before I barely taken a sip I felt her small hand on my back. She leaned against me and whispered in my ear, "Come dance with me Roger" Her voice was thick with desire.
I turned to her and shook my head, "Nope" She pouted her lips, folded her hands together and batted her long eyelashes playfully. "Please?"
I tilted my head and bit my lip, torturing her for a couple seconds before grudgingly accepting, "Fine…but only one song-"
I was cut off by her yell of triumph as she took my hand and quickly led me into the heart of the crowd.
The speakers were playing the beat so loud the words become unidentifiable and blended together. The song didn't seem to matter to Stella though, she brought her arms around me and clung tightly while we moved along with the music. Eventually my discomfort dissolved and I was entranced by the way she kept her hips by mine and by the intensity her eyes held, keeping me there hypnotized.
As the song ended my senses flooded back as I came to reality and I became acutely aware of how close we really were. I tried to step back was unable to with everyone around us dancing to the next song. She leaned in and the world seemed to have switched to slow motion. Our lips connected and my world exploded again.
April and Mimi appeared in my mind, her lips, her touch – suddenly it was all moving too fast. I pulled away, unable to face this.
"I'm sorry I can't, I've got to go" I muttered weakly and pushed my way through the people to the door of the club, my head still swimming. I took in a gulp of the fresh air. But it wasn't as refreshing as I had hoped it would be, instead it hit me and I felt like it could go right through me. Instead of calming me, I just felt like I was falling faster. I slid to the ground and leaned against the wall, resting my head in my hands. I couldn't do this.
Stella's POV
What the hell was that? I thought to myself as he left. My lips still tingled from his. It didn't make any sense. I started after him but felt a hand pull me into the backroom.
Pete stared at me for a moment, his eyes worried and sad, before whispering, "You need to be careful Stella."
"Why?" I asked, my hands resting casually on my hips, intrigued. He shook his head in dismay, "Look Roger wouldn't tell me this himself, I found out from his friends but he's had a rough time…." With each word his face grew more somber as he told me about April, Mimi, and the virus. By the end I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and all the post dancing euphoria had completely been drained. "Oh my…"
"He might not be ready yet. Just give him time though, he'll come around, he always does." Pete said softly, then closed the door leaving me alone to face what he told me. I might still have a chance, that's good I guess, said a little voice of hope inside of me. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes with a sigh, it would all work out somehow. I couldn't give up on him, especially not now. If not something more I at least need to me a friend to him.
-- (a couple weeks later)
I held on to the phone nervously, "Hey Roger, we're all getting together just to hang out. Do you want to come over?" Please, please, please, I wished inside my head.
There was a pause, "Sure…"