Kristina's POV
Music is playing in the background getting me pumped up. It's 9pm and I finally finished curling my hair to my liking. I check myself out in the mirror; I'm wearing a black and white patterned tight tank matched with dark rinse jeggings. I try not to think about how Johnny was all over Angelique and her perfect body earlier today.
Derrick had walked me the couple of blocks from Corinthos Coffee to my apartment. I know it was low but so was Johnny letting her run her hands all over him. Derrick was cool. He didn't try to touch me or kiss me or anything. He just walked me back to my apartment and said goodbye.
Johnny has to make it up to me tonight for earlier. This club by the docks better be popping. I'm not in the mood to stand around all night. And it better not be one of those places where they pack so many people into the room that everyone'd drenched and dripping with sweat.
I hear the doorbell ring as I slip into my strappy sandals, nothing too high since I actually wanna dance tonight.
I open the door and he's standing there in a purple t shirt with a vest overtop of it and he's got on a pair of dark wash demin paired with new black sneakers. On the top of his head is a fedora tying together his whole look. In his hand is a big bottle of rum.
I suppress a giggle as he strolls in with swagger. "Did you start drinking before you got dressed?" I joke.
"I started drinking during," he tells me handing me the bottle. "You got some catching up to do. I Already finished off a half a bottle I had at home."
I take off the cap and drink a big gulp. This is cheap rum, the kind you'd find high school and college kids with and it's got a very strong taste.
He walks over to my laptop that's hooked up to big speakers, and turns it up.
Ignoring the nasty flavor up the rum I take bigger gulps. I don't want to warrant any unsolicited teasing about how I can't handle liquor so I opt not to mix it.
Half an hour later we're buzzed and badly dancing across my living room floor. I have the bottle still in my hand and it's down more than halfway.
"Okay, okay, I think it's time for us to leave," I say concentrating hard on my words so I don't slur them.
I'm drunk but I'm still pretty aware of what I'm doing so that's a good thing. I know my limits and when to put the bottle down.
"Let's head out then, too the party!" he slurs so it comes out more like "Thoo da potty."
He's obviously had a lot to drink; he's probably not used to this. He didn't exactly get to experience this when he was my age.
The night air feels so good and I'm in bliss as we ride in Johnny's limo.
"I'm excited to spend the night out with you," I tell him.
'Me too! I snuck out to nightclubs sometimes when I was younger but it's different going with a friend," he explains. "I mean I used to sneak out to these dance clubs and just drink it up and drag myself back home to my sorry life. Or I used to sneak out to jazz bars on amateur night and play piano and it gave me a feeling of accomplishment."
"You've accomplished some things," I tell him. "You managed to get out from under your father, you have a beautiful house…"
"And a beautiful woman by my side," he says stroking my cheek. He leans over to kiss me but I pull back.
"Do you have feelings for me?" I ask.
"I wouldn't be trying to kiss you if I didn't," he replies sighing and sitting up.
"You were letting Angelique touch you and flirt with you earlier," I remind him.
"She touched my shirt, what's the big deal? It's not like she touched my dick," he retorts.
"I… I can't believe you just said that!" I fix him with a look.
"What? You're being jealous for no damn reason. I like you not Angelique. You don't see my jumping all over you about Derrick," he snaps.
"There is no me and Derrick. He walked me home because you were being an ass and letting the model stroke you ego when I said I wanted to leave," I recall.
"Don't give me that bullshit, you like him, don't you?" he retorts. "You like that he's an actor who thinks he's the next big thing. I bet you're hoping his career takes off so you can be in the limelight with him."
"Johnny, why would you say that? Why would you accuse me of being an attention whore? He's just someone I grew up with who I still talk to sometimes. I'm the only one from high school who's still straight with him and not trying to latch onto him for the attention," I counter.
We sit there in silence not facing each other. Our first fight and we're not even a couple yet.