First, I just want to say thanks to all those who's been reading this story.
I know it has been a few days since the last one, but I wanted to make chapters longer. Please be patient, I've been working as fast as I can trying to come up with a decent story, even writing late at night.
Before you read, I'm just gonna have to ask you to be aware of my grammar mistakes, and the story may not be as good this chapter.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm going to go sleep now. _
Arya is getting impatient as she waits for her best friend, Firnen, to get outside so she can drive her home. Looking around her, she sees a girl arguing with two guys about something she cannot hear, not like it matters to her. I can't believe Mom would actually let those people in here, they're practically hoboes. Less than interested, she continues to scan the crowd until she sees a guy in a broken down old motorcycle coming down the street. Following her new target, she is not surprised when the bike stops in front of the trio she was spying on before.
As the man takes off his helmet, it was only then she realizes how hot the guy really is. The man had sandy hair with a beautiful face and even from a distance she can tell that he is extremely… *sighing to herself* masculine. She continues to gaze at him, but all of a sudden, the man turns to look in her direction. Instinctively, she turns around at the same time to see Firnen and Faolin walk towards her.
"I'm sorry you had to wait for me. The coach wanted to talk to us about cheering at the game on Friday." Firnen apologized.
"Don't worry about it." Arya said with a slight tremor in a her voice.
Even though she's not looking at the guy anymore, she can feel a pair of eyes transfixed on her. It must be my imagination. Using her peripheral vision, she sees the same hunk she was spying on before looking at her.
"So are you going?" Faolin asks
"Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that." realizing Faolin is still there.
"He's asking if you're going to Farthen Dur tonight with the rest of us." Firnen responded.
"Sure, whatever" she turns her head to try and glance at the guy again, but unfortunately, he is already speeding down the street and… Why is the girl with him? Suddenly in a bad mood, she grabs Firnen and waved goodbye to Faolin.
"I'll come pick you guys up at nine" Faolin yelled after them.
"No Need!" Arya responds with a degree of anger in her voice.
Arriving at the destination, Eragon and Saphira got off the bike to look at Farthen Dur. He notices that the handle on the door broke off so he knocks on the door three times to be let in.
"Finally help arrives." Orik opens the door to let them in.
Eragon remembers the first time he met Orik. He was 15 at the time and had been wandering aimlessly looking for jobs, but because of his age and lack of experience, he's been constantly turned down.
Eragon came upon the club by accident, and when he sees a sign that says "Hiring Bouncers! Must be strong!" Farthen Dur for ages 16+, he walked up to the small man standing at the doorway.
"ID please." The man asked him.
"I want to talk to the manager. I want to work here… you guys are hiring." Eragon said.
The man looked at him up and down. "I think you got the wrong place kid, we are hiring bouncers, not punching bags."
"I know and I want to work here."
Bursting out laughing. "You? You won't last a night here. There are guys almost twice the size of you that comes to this club."
"You're one to talk." Eragon covered his mouth as he realized that was the wrong thing to say.
The man wasn't very tall but you can see the muscles bulging from his shoulders and has a torso the size of a bull's. Being angry, his long curly hair and beard makes him look like one pissed off lion. In a second, the man charged at him, but Eragon just barely dodged his tackle. Using some moves he learnt from Brom, he quickly stepped to the side as the man came to slug him in the face. He then grabbed the arm and pulled it and locked it behind his back.
"You're hired!"
"What?" Unexpected at the response, Eragon lets him go.
The man stretched out his arm and moved it around to ease the pain a little. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Eragon didn't respond.
As if the man sensed his uneasiness, he held out his hand. "My name is Orik and I'm the owner of this place."
Surprised, Eragon quickly apologized and told Orik his name.
"Ha ha ha, no need to apologize. Just tell me when you can start."
Eragon gave him all the necessary information that Orik needed, but the only problem was his age. He's still underage."Since society frowns upon bouncers being so young, I'll place you inside as a busboy and you can take care of the internal conflicts too. Believe me, when there is a lot of people, trouble is bound to happen, and we need people like you for that." Orik said.
"Eragon, I want you to start cleaning the tables." Orik points at the huge mess in the sitting area of the club.
Not wanting to do his busboy part of the job, he reluctantly walks over to the mess where he picks up empty bottles and cups and carries them back towards the trash bag. Grabbing the bag with him this time, he also picks up a rag to wipe the tables with.
Saphira smiles as she watched Eragon running around picking up trash. "A blacksmith during the day, busboy during the afternoon, and a bouncer at night."
Not amused at her joke, Eragon throws his rag at Saphira after he finishes with the last table. "Shut up Saphira and finish your homework or I won't let you play afterwards."
"Pshh… whatever."
"Whoa, Eragon, what is this about not letting your sister play? I sure hope that you're not bullying my girl." Eragon and Saphira both turned to see a man standing at the back door. He looks to be about 30 years old and has long bleach blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. The man strides towards the bar in a gentlemanly fashion and then walks around the back where he appears on the other side of it. He then takes out a clean towel and starts wiping the top of the bar.
"Oromis, why do you always take her side? She's the one that always make fun of me, and even interferes with my job." Eragon complained.
"One, you're a guy. Two, you're not cute like my Saphira here." Oromis said as he took Saphira's hand and kissed it.
Shocked, Saphira withdraws her hand quickly and wipes it on his shirt. "Do that one more time Oromis, I will have you in jail for being a pedophile."
"Aww… don't be like that, come give me a hug." Oromis said with a pretty yet creepy smile on his face.
"No, don't touch me." Saphira grabbed her books and ran away.
Oromis winked at Eragon. "I'm not always on her side."
Few seconds later
"That's him, he's the perverted old man I was talking about." Saphira walked in pointing at Oromis.
A big man walks into the club ducking as he avoids getting hit from being too tall. The man has a long golden mane for a hair with a small goatee on his chin. The man is wearing a shirt that says Club Security and it reveals all the muscles of his body for being too small. The expression on his face basically tells everyone not to mess with him.
"Hey Glaedr" Oromis said.
"Go get him! Get that pervert out of here" Saphira encouraged.
Glaedr stared at Saphira for a few seconds, then just walked away from them.
Her jaw dropping, she runs after him. "Come back here this instant"
Oromis laughed as he watched Saphira running around Glaedr and clinging onto the giant beast.
Arya could not rid herself of the guy on the motorcycle from her mind. She tried reading books, watching television, and listened to music but nothing worked. Maybe going to the club will get him out of my mind.
She walks into her closet to try on some outfits suited for picking up boys. Arya picks out a revealing dress, then disregarding it, she tosses it to the side. She did the same thing to a pair of jeans, few shirts, and dresses. She continues the ritual of picking out clothes for another thirty minutes or so before she finally settled down on a less than appropriate black skirt paired with a flowery designed black leggings and leather boots. Her shirt is a little skin tight so it reveals the perfect curves of her body but only to have it covered up in a light gray jacket to warm herself from the winter cold.
Arya looks into the mirror noticing how the jacket doesn't match with the rest of her attire. I'll be taking it off once I get inside anyways. Picking up her keys, she drives to Firnen's house.
By the time Arya got there, Firnen was already at her steps wearing a lovely green dress that doesn't even reach halfway to her knees.
"Aren't you cold? It's only about 45 degrees right now. Why didn't you wait inside the house?" Arya asked Firnen who is walking towards her car.
"I'm just a little excited that's all." responded Firnen. Just earlier, Thorn called her saying that he will be going to the club since she took the time to invite him. Absolutely thrilled, she spent twice as much time as Arya did picking out clothes.
"It's just a club."
"Whatever, let's go"
Farthen Dur is already slowly crowding up with people and Saphira is sitting at a small corner of the club with guys on either side of her.
"Why… are you guys here?" Saphira said while rubbing her temples.
"I'm here because Firnen invited me, and Murtagh just tagged along." Thorn said nonchalantly.
"It's not called tagging along when someone begged me to come with him." Murtagh coughed.
"That's not really my question though. What I really mean is why is he here?" Saphira said pointing at Thorn. "I thought you said you didn't like clubs."
Not if you're here. "I never said that, I love it actually… maybe I should come here more often."
"Well, since you love clubs so much, we should go dance." Taking Thorn and Murtagh by their hands, Saphira drags them up to the dance floor where they are the only ones there.
Thorn went pale as Saphira started dancing in front of him moving her body from side to side. "I don't think we should be up here when there's no one else dancing."
"What are you talking about? There's people dancing too." Saphira said as she continues to move.
Looking around him, he sees more and more people joining the dance floor and moving about, only then did he notice that Murtagh is gone and now grinding with a beautiful girl. Is that... Nasuada? Bravo Murtagh. Bravo.
Turning back around expecting to see Saphira still dancing, he was thrown off when it is Firnen standing in front of him.
"Hey Thorn, I saw you standing here by yourself, so I thought you probably needed someone to dance with." Firnen said with a honeyed voice.
"I wasn't by myself, I-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before he was cut off.
"Firnen, don't just leave me behind, this place is really dark." Thorn looks past Firnen to see most popular girl in school, Arya, walking towards them.
"Hey Arya, you know Thorn right?" Firnen asks
Staring at him with a look of disgust. "No, I don't associate myself with their kinds."
Not commenting, he said his goodbyes and set off in his search for Saphira.
"Why did you say that to him?" Firnen looked at Arya with frustration.
"I'm sorry Firnen, I know you like him and all, but I think you can do better than him.." Arya spoke her mind.
Hurt, Firnen leaves her to follow Thorn. One of these days Arya, you're going to find someone who you love and you will understand.
"What's wrong with her?" Arya looks to see Faolin appear out of the darkness with a few friends following him.
"I don't know, I think it was something I said." Arya frowns.
Taking his chances, Faolin takes a step forward. "I'm sure she'll be alright, but right now we're on the dance floor. Would you like to dance until she comes back?"
She knows that Faolin likes her and she sees what he's trying to do. Knowing him, it's probably just an excuse for him to rub up against her. "No thanks, I'm not in the mood to dance right now." Arya walks away leaving him with his friends.
Squeezing past the crowd of people while rejecting more offers to dance, she manages to find Firnen with Thorn and another girl. No. What is she doing here? Arya looks down at Saphira who is sipping on a cup of water.
Firnen sees her and and dragged her over to sit with them. "Please try and get along," she whispered in her ear.
"Saphira, this is Arya, and Arya, this is Saphira." Firnen introduced them.
"Hey." Saphira says with a wave.
"Hi Saphira," she said through gritted teeth.
"Also, Arya, don't you have something to say to Thorn?"
"What?" Arya said before catching her meaning. "Fine… Thorn, I'm sorry for saying that to you back there."
"Whatever, I'm used to it."
They talked for a few minutes about themselves and took a little longer talking about random subjects. It soon became very awkward for them, and they spent the longest time being silent and just nodding their heads to the music.
Saphira couldn't stand it any longer and decides to leave the group. "You guys have fun, I'm gonna go dance"
"Oh I'll go with you" Thorn says with pleading eyes.
With a grin, Saphira says "I know you don't like to dance so I'm not going to force you to come with me, besides I don't want you to leave behind the person that invited you to come here in the first place. Arya why don't you come with me? I think we should leave the two lovebirds to themselves."
Agreeing with Saphira, she got up and leaves with her. She wanted to talk to Saphira about the boy on the bike anyways.
"So um... Saphira, I saw you earlier today after school, who was the guy that picked you up on the motorcycle." Arya asks while trying not to reveal her intentions.
"Who? You mean Eragon?"
"I don't know his name..." she responds. She's not too bright is she?
"If you are talking about Eragon, he's right there." She pointed towards the person she's been wanting to see for the last few hours wearing a Farthen Dur T-shirt. He is standing next to the bar while some girls are talking to him, one of which even stroked his arm. Jealousy coursed through her, so she decides to walk over there to tell them to back off from him. Arya only took a few steps before she sees Faolin walking towards Saphira. Oh, this is not going to end well... again.
"Well, if it isn't Saphira. Fancy seeing you out here." Faolin smirked.
"Faolin, not here too. I hate to see you be embarrassed in front everyone when I kick your ass again." Saphira lied. She would love to kick him in the balls again, maybe adding in a few extra kicks while she's at it.
"Whoa, what's with the hostility? I just wanted to know why you're here. I just have a question, do you whore yourself with guys you dance with?" he said with a clear sign of provocation.
This time Saphira didn't give him a warning when she aimed for his groins, but she was surprised to see Faolin blocking it with his hands.
Holding onto her leg, Faolin laughed as he watches Saphira trying to keep her balance. "You think I would let you do that to me again, don't be so naive. If anyone is going to be embarrassed here, it's going to be you."
"Let go of me!" Angry and frustrated, she tries to wriggle free. "Faolin, I'm warning you!"
Arya decided to step in before it gets out of hand. "Come on Faolin, don't bring yourself down to their level."
"And what level would that be" a voice came from the back.
Turning to see who it is, she gasps when she realizes it is Eragon looking as fine as he did this afternoon. "Um... I mean..."
"This doesn't concern you, so why don't you just back away now" Faolin said.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Because you see, I'm a employee here and my job is to remove anyone who causes a disturbance to the public or any one person, and right now you are disturbing some who just happens to be my sister, so I'm going to have to ask you both to leave. You can come back tomorrow if you wish."
Clearly unhappy, Faolin stalks away "Che, let's go Arya. This place blows anyway."
In her car, while waiting for Firnen to get out, Arya smiled foolishly to herself. She's only a sister.
Meanwhile in the club.
Eragon stood in the corner with his arms crossed savoring the moment of being so close to the girl of his dreams. Her name is Arya.