~~It's days like these that I wish I could hold you close and savour every moment. I need you, but my ego won't let me take you~~
Xander's POV
Walking into my house, I couldn't help but feel so infuriated. I mean I met this girl for the first time today, yet it amazes me how much of an effect she already had on me.
I've never been the type to apologise even if I know I should , but little Miss Feisty somehow lured me into doing so.
But damn, she was hot. It was so hard for me to keep myself under control during our session. She was wearing her black shorts that just made her look so tempting. And don't get me started on the sports bra she was wearing. Her body was voluptuous but not as enticing as her hazel eyes that seemed to be dripping of honey. To top it all off, she doesn't even know how beautiful she is.
She was definitely not like any girl I've ever been with or that I had ever encountered. She didn't fall to my feet worshipping my riches nor did she try to rub herself on me just so she could get into bed with me. She was different, a good type of different.
I had to block her from hanging around inside my head, rent-free, otherwise I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything at all. So I called my best friend Josh.
"Stupid, where can we go tonight? I really need to clear my mind a little bit." I've just grown accustomed to calling him names since fifth grade when we officially became best mates.
"Xander, how many times should I tell you that you shouldn't call others by your personality?" Josh replied.
"Shut up would you? Now, back to my question. Are you down to go to the Oasis Club tonight?"
"Bro, when have I ever turned down the opportunity to get laid?"
I rolled my eyes at his response. He definitely was my best friend. The story of how we actually became friends is quite funny and ridiculous. It was in fifth grade when I saw a small, weeping and blood drenched kid being beaten mercilessly by a group of sixth graders. So I did what I do best- I punched them. The subsequent month, I was again fighting with the same sixth graders because they had insulted my family. This time, Josh jumped in and helped me fight. I guess we just hit it off after that.
Josh has always been there for me whenever I was in trouble or when I was going through a rough patch. In fact, he was there for me when I lost my…..
"Bro, come and pick me up in five. Don't delay like last time Xander!" he commanded and then ended the call.
I released a breath I didn't know I was holding all the while hoping that after tonight I would be able to forget about her.
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Angelina's POV
Remember when I said I didn't have anyone in my life? So maybe I might have exaggerated just a little bit.
Meet Stella and Keith. They are the closest thing I have to friends. If I believed in the title of 'best friends' , they would definitely be that. I met both of them about two years ago during one of my fights. They thought I was cool and I thought they were funny and we just clicked. I'm glad they didn't leave me like most people do, but they can be real pains in the ass.
Keith is nineteen years old and very much gay. However, just by looking at him, one would think he was straight but he doesn't swing that way. He is good looking, but not up to Xander's level.
Stella is the type of friend who is always trying to get you to go for parties and get laid, just like right now.
"Come on Angelina. It's only a silly club," she said.
"Girl, I don't want to go to the club and moreover, I don't have any clothes to wear."
"I got you sis." She then dove into my messy closet and miraculously came out with a red dress that I didn't even know I had.
"Umm… I'm not wearing that. It's too short and definitely not my sty-"
"I'll take you out for dinner to your favourite Chinese restaurant tomorrow," she quickly offered.
Immediately I began weighing out my options and as per usual I chose food.
"I hate you for knowing my weaknesses," I complained, "I'll go change." I defeatedly went to change into the dress she had handed me.
I changed into the red dress that seemed more like a top to me. The dress had a deep V-cut on the chest area barely hiding what it should have been hiding. It hung onto my body like a second skin. It was definitely short, maybe too short for my liking. It stopped just above my mid thighs. I then put on some light make up and didn't bother putting on any lipstick but instead, I applied a bit of chapstick so that my lips wouldn't be dry.
As I came into view, Stella including Keith, who I didn't recall knocking on the door, gasped as they looked at me in awe.
"If I wasn't gay, I swear I would have devoured you right here and right now," Keith stated as I attempted to hit him with a pillow.
"My baby is all grown up now. You look so sexy Angelina," exaggerated Stella. She must be one of the most dramatic people I know.
"Ok guys, let's go have some fun!" exclaimed Keith.
~~~AT THE CLUB~~~
I was definitely drunk. I'd had about 4 shots too many. At the moment, I was grinding on some man that had grabbed my ass while I was on the dance floor. The sober me would've broken his nose, but right now I was having the time of my life.
Everything was going just fine until a cold shiver ran down my spine as I felt a pair of eyes behind me. As I looked behind to check who it was, my breath hitched.
What was he doing here?