Two days. It's been two whole days since my encounter with Hakeem, and that's all that's been on my mind. Everything about him from that day seemed to stand out to me. How tall he was, the color of his eyes and how deep they could've gone, and his stupid little smile..Am I love struck? No. I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I'm head over heels for a boy I've only seen once so far. What would that even mean?
For two days I've been sitting here dreaming about what could've happened if we did have a connection further than just that day. But it's time to stop wasting time. Us meeting was just a roll of a dice. I doubt it will happen again. Initially, I had thought about wanting to see him again and making it happen, but now I'm not sure. Most of the confidence I had from that day was just because of the amount of adrenaline I was experiencing. Even so, I can't help but think that he somehow looks like somebody that I used to know. I can't put a place on it, but I'm sure he's got something to do with something in my past..
Enough about Hakeem though, it's time to make a move and do something with my life today. I managed to sleep throughout the day though, so I guess I'll just get a drink or two...maybe three. Checking the time, it's ten o'clock at night, perfect timing to go out. Honestly, more like the only time I can go out. I can't explain it but being out at night makes me feel alive. Yes there's the possibility of getting attacked in the dark by a demon or just some human who doesn't recognize me and seizes the opportunity, but it's quiet at night. I love how the world feels like it's stopped moving, just so I can hold the single moment in my memory forever.
I take a look out of my window and with the way the clouds are gathering around, it looks like it's gonna rain. Don't call me crazy, but you can always smell when it's going to rain. It's like a mixture of the ground trying to meet the sky. That's the only way I can describe the smell.
I take a quick shower and get dressed. If I'm gonna head down to the bar, I want something simple but not attention drawing.
So I put my hair into a messy bun and put on a basic grey sweater, with black leggings, a choker, a couple of rings that my mom once gave to me and leather boots. Time to get a move on! I grab my iPod because I can't live without my music and I head out to my favorite bar called "The Get Down."
It's about a seven block walk, but there's a special Asian baddie of a bartender with black hair and grey eyes, who smiles at me when I walk in. That's my girl Phoebe, she knows me well enough when it comes to what I love to drink.
"There goes a face I haven't seen around here in awhile, what's been up Copper Top?"
I cringe at the sound of the nickname she's given me. When I told her I couldn't remember my name when I first met her, Phoebe took one look at my orange hair and told me that my new nickname would be Copper Top. I always thought it was cringy, but Phoebe is a unique girl that I've taken a liking to, so for her sake I allow it.
"Yeah I know I've been MIA dealing with Nova and the rest of the gang, but you wouldn't believe the turn of events that managed to pop up."
Phoebe shoots me that "you-better-tell-me-everything-right-fucking-now" type of look as she slides a tall glass of Pink Whitney my way. The bar was pretty empty tonight considering there's not much business to be made with the attacks going on all over, so tonight we had it all to ourselves. Phoebe hops over the bar and takes a seat next to me with a huge cup of whiskey in her hand. We knew how to hold our liquor so none of this was a problem. This is what I loved about Phoebe. It was like we were twins.
So I begin to tell her about how the day started, from me waking up possessed to me getting saved by Hakeem. When I finished my story Phoebe nodded and began to ask me questions.
"Is he hot?"
I rolled my eyes.
"You're supposed to be telling me about what I should do from this point, not worry about what he looks like."
Phoebe glares at me and I sigh, answering her question.
"Yes damn it, he's hot okay?"
Phoebe squeals and pinches my cheeks.
"Aww well would you look at that?! In all the years I've known you, you've never taken an interest in any guy! What makes this one so different?"
I shake my head at her and swat her hands off my face.
"I'm not taking an interest in him, I've got to get to know the dude more. I'm not like the girls in a basic wattpad book who fall for a guy without knowing much about him. He could be a hunter undercover for all I know. I'm strong and I won't fall for charm alone. This is real life, not some fantasy story."
Phoebe lip syncs to every word I say, as if she knew I was going to give her a speech about being careful around people.
"You're so stuck up and cautious! Sometimes I wish you'd let your walls down and listen to yourself. You're a shut in that barely leaves her house and when you do, it's to drink something or to get food. Not everyone is out to get you! I didn't even LIKE you when you first started coming to the bar, and look where we're at now? I just wish you'd let someone in and give love a chance. You're not gonna be young forever girl, step ya game up!"
Another sigh leaves my lips as I take a long sip from my wine. It's not that I don't want to be loved by someone, it's that I don't want to hurt them with the baggage I've got hanging over my head. It's not as easy as she makes it sound. Phoebe doesn't even know that I'm a half demon, even though I've known her for years. She just knows that I get attacked a lot. How can I come out to someone I'm supposed to love about my problems when I can't even tell the people who're supposed to be my friends?
One and a half glasses of wine and several other mini conversations later, I feel as though I've had enough and I tell Phoebe I'll see her another day. She basically told me about how I should try to put myself out there, and take a chance on Hakeem. I told her I wouldn't jump into or try to rush anything with him, but I'd consider talking to him more if I ever crossed paths with him again.
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When I step out of the bar, it's raining outside. I told you it would rain. Unlike other people though, I love the rain and this is the perfect type of weather to be out in for me. I step out into the rain and allow the cold water droplets to fall against my skin as I close my eyes. My outfit proceeds to get wet along with my hair. I shake my head a bit, allowing my hair to flow in the rain and start to walk. I walk around, looking at how Brooklyn lights up at night and I smile at the beautiful sights.
I find myself walking through an old outdoor mall. Most of the shops are abandoned, but some of the people who had lost their homes use the empty shops as makeshift communities. I've never really been outside much to take in the city, but once you open your eyes to the world around you, it can actually be quite astonishing to say the least. I break off into a sprint, laughing to myself as I run through the rain, watching the lights and different places zip by me as I run. For a moment, I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of freely roaming around the outside world, and it only took a moment for me to end up running into something.. or should I say someone?