Alexander ran a frustrated hand to his hair and muttered to himself like a madman, occasionally wincing at the soreness of his cheek.
Every time he thought he had calmed himself down, a new wave of fury swept over him as he remembered her walking away, her gorgeous hips swaying and flipping him the bird.
Some people near them who heard the whole exchange glanced at him with interest and at the same time, in pity.
Alexander couldn't stand their furtive glances so he snarled, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
He felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Marco raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong with the chick?"
"I've got no fucking idea."
"What do you mean you've got no idea?" Marco asked and smirked. "Does the chick set guys on fire with her exceptional grinding then slap them after for fun?"
Alexander groaned. "Fuck. You saw that?"
What did he see?
The grinding or the slapping?
"I'd pay a lot of money just to see that, but unfortunately, no." Marco clapped him in the back and dragged him towards the band. "She imprinted her hand on your face."
Oh, so he saw the grinding... not the slapping.
Alexander winced again, not because of the pain on his cheek, but he had a lot of explaining to do, like explaining, maybe, about his new fling preferences. Alexander joined them again in the wet bar as Jason handed him a cold can of beer. Alexander pressed it on the left side of his face.
"Black widows are the new trend, yeah?" London sneered. "Seduces you then leave you high and dry?"
"Fuck you." Alexander wasn't really good with words right now in this mood. He just wanted everyone to shut up and stop giving him the looks that could hurt his already wounded ego more. "I just picked the wrong girl to mess with."
"Aha! So you did something." Blake exclaimed as he took another swig directly straight from the bottle. "From what I could tell from her innocent look, she's the sweet and shy type."
'Sweet and shy? Are they partially blind?' Alexander almost spat his drink at that.
"You ruined the mood, didn't you?"
"So now my friends are blaming me for ruining the mood?" Alexander replied sarcastically as he pulled the nearest bottle and took a long drink himself. "For all you know she ruined the mood. My plans. Everything. My friends sure are very supportive."
"Oh, don't worry. We'll be supportive throughout the night." Marco announced and as if on cue, Blake and London gave Alexander their impish smiles that said they-are-planning-something-bad. "We already gave the keys to our rooms for the groupies' access."
Ugh. Okay. So this was the back-up plan. At least, Alexander could still get laid but he was tired of fucking and picking out girls from the groupies. They were a bunch of strangers who wanted to fuck any famous dick with two legs. It's getting boring. Tiring. Well, Alexander guessed it was better than fucking a hellcat.
Alexander took another long drink as his friends took turns patting his back with their heavy mocking hands as a way of given comfort to their fellow mate who fell on the reject-zone.
Alexander forced himself to forget about Cat, her red hair, her gorgeous ass, and her curves. Forget about the way her aquamarine eyes smolder when she was pissed at him, the way she talked so passionately when it's about art and food, and the way she unconsciously bites her lips when she looks at his body.
Alexander was again every time he thought of her. He should just stop torturing and blaming himself. Maybe, Cat just wasn't meant to be his tonight.
"You could pick another chick in this bar and plan a whole other date for the night, Alex. It's that simple. You could try out your fantasy of fucking in the Ferris wheel if you like. You had a reservation for Cat, didn't you?" Jasper said with that blank expression of his.
It was a wonder that Jasper was still there with us. He was the youngest and he also didn't talk a lot.
"Girls are all the same on the waist down. " Jason said as an attempt to comfort him as his friend. "It wouldn't matter. You wouldn't even know the difference. Especially in the dark."