Hello, what's up guys. This chapter is a little shorter than I would've wanted but I still hope you guys will enjoy it. As always, watch out for errors cause I make plenty of them all the time. Enjoy! I hope...
"Hi Arya." Eragon says with a ragged voice.
"Hey Eragon, I want to speak with you." She sighs and looks around. "Preferably somewhere with less people."
"Yeah sure, um, come with me." Eragon takes her hand in his and leads her out back behind the club. "No one's going to come here, actually let me make sure." He goes back inside to see Oromis behind the bar with a pout on his face looking in his direction. "We're good"
"I want to talk about what happened yesterday. You know, the kiss?"
He holds his breath, unsure of what she's going to say. "What about it?"
Arya takes a deep breath contemplating how's she's going to do this. "Don't get too hung up on the kiss, it was just a thank you. So don't be deluded into thinking that we have something going on between us because we don't."
"So, you came all the way here to tell me that." Eragon can feel anger mixed with sadness inside him.
"Yes. I don't want there to be any misunderstanding."
"So… basically what you did was kiss me and slap me in the face."
"What do you mean slapping you in the face, I just came here to clear things up a little. Besides, you should feel honored to have been kissed by me." Arya responds, not understanding his statement.
"Honored? Honored? What is that supposed to mean? Who do you think you are?"
"I'm one of the richest girls in this city, and just look at yourself. You work at a club in the middle of the night making what, only about $500 a night?" Arya let's out a breath, not believing what she is hearing.
"It's a lot less than that and that's not the point. You know what? This conversation is over. I think you need to leave." Eragon is at the point of eruption. Never hit a girl, never hit a girl.
"I was on my way out anyways." She stomps her way towards the back entrance of the club and pulls on the handle but it wouldn't budge. Silently cursing, Arya turns to Eragon and say's in a tiny embarrassed voice. "The door's locked."
Sighing, Eragon walks over taking out the keys tied around his waist and opens the door for her even though he should have totally walked in first and close it behind him and leave her outside in the cold. But in the end, she's still Arya, and he can't help but like her after all and it's driving him nuts.
"Thank you Eragon." Arya, feeling embarrassed, walks away through the heated club.
Eragon slowly staggers over to the bar and sits himself down on the stool. Well, that's it, that's as close and I'll ever get with the girl of my dreams. Mixed emotions runs through him as he rests his head on the bar.
"So how'd it go with your girlfriend?" Eragon hears Oromis's voice in front of him and is not amused.
"Shut up Oromis!" He opens up one eye and shot him a deadly glare
"What's wrong Eragon? Had a fight with the beautiful lady?" Oromis asks as he takes out a bottle of beer for a customer.
"You better shut your trap before I do it for you!" He grabs the bottle of beer out of Oromis's hand and downs the content.
"Um… Eragon, there are people around, you can't be drinking out in the public like this, especially on the job."
Ignoring him, Eragon walks over to a girl sitting at the bar, took her glass and drinks whatever was inside it. The girl was shocked at first but didn't seem to mind it at all after she got a good look at Eragon. She asked for his name, but he can't seem to hear what she is saying. His mind is completely blank, all he wants is to do is to remove all feelings inside his body, he just wants to feel numb. Damn it all! He continues to walk around the bar until he comes chest to face with Glaedr who's just looking down at him.
"Eragon, go home, I'll take care of everything for the night."
"I'm fine Glaedr, you don't have to worry about anything."
"I don't think you heard me. I said. Go. Home." Glaedr crosses his arms and shows off his muscles of to Eragon.
"Alright, alright, I got you. I'll go home." Smiling weakly. "Thanks Glaedr." Eragon picks up his jacket and is halfway to the door when Glaedr pulled him back.
"I'll call you a cab… you drank."
Arya steps on the gas pedal with great force, fuming over the fact that a mere street rat dared talk to her that way. She screams with frustration at a car that is driving way too slow in front of her and honks. Driving around the car, she increases speed and sped past the turtle. She continues down the road at about seventy miles per hour wanting to forget about everything, but finally comes to a slow as she sees a young couple running across the street. Her vision becomes cloudy at the sight of the two lovers kissing in the distance. She rubs her eyes and feels water falling down her cheeks. Arya slams her head down on the wheel and bawls like a child. And into the night, a lone car sits on the side of the road blaring a single loud everlasting honk covering up the sound of sadness from within.