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Her body was perfect. Her lips were perfect. And when she smiled, it was downright sexy. I wanted to grab her, put her over my shoulders, and drive to the nearest hotel. Or my apartment. Or hers. It didn’t matter. For me, a 220-lb man to turn jelly inside and hard on the outside, I realized that this girl ruined me for any other girl. All she had to do was smile.
I recognized her friend Nalee’s voice behind me, asking her if she was ready to go. Again, I wanted to grab her and latch onto her. No decent guy did that, especially, if the lady was already taken. Her unique scent wafted through me as she passed by.
I hoped to hell that Swimming Dude’s dick withered in the chlorinated pool. It was fuckin’ petty and low of me to wish for another man’s dick to shrink and wither. But that was all I could do. He had what I wanted. He had her.
Chapter Seven
“Normal is good. Don’t settle for normal. Look for the exciting, the mysterious, the incredible.”
Sedona
Senior year was proving to be tough on my schedule. I had twice the amount of assignments and group work compared to last year’s. My planner was filled. My alarm went off every two hours. My friends and I barely hung out lately. We were all busy.
I promised Kieran one night this week. It was the week with my lightest load. Kieran had seen me haggardly running all over the place and took pity on me. He offered to help a couple of times with my thesis. Even if I had taken his offer, he would not know what to do with chemical equations and nursing research. He was a business major,for chrissake.
Friday night. It was Kieran’s Guys Night. I was going to say no. But I needed to get out of the apartment. School, gym, library, clinical/hospital, school, gym, group work had been my mantra for almost two weeks straight. Tanya was holding some event at her sorority place. Nalee was sleeping over at Jerome's. Hesitantly, I said yes to Kieran. Hanging out with him was not the issue. It was the fact that he was with his guy friends - that was the issue. He assured me that I wouldn't be ruining their guy's night out. It would be guys' and a girl's night out.
Kieran was slated to drive us but he got called by his swim coach to sign some forms forthe upcoming National Swim Meet. I called a cab because after living a hermit-like existence for 2 weeks, I deserved a couple of mojitos and margaritas.
Duncan and Peter, Keiran's friends, were already at Bar II when I got there.
They made room for me in the U-shaped booth as soon as they spotted me walking through the bar’s entrance.
"Iz cool you hanging' out wid u, Zedona," his Swedish-Russian accent was evident as Duncan's green eyes winked at me.
"Yeah, it's good to have female company, instead of that chlorine-soaked dude all the time," joked Peter, obviously referring to Kieran. You would never believe Peter was a boxer. With his black hair, gray eyes, and preppy outfit, he looked more like a banker than a boxer. If Kieran didn’t regale me of Peter’s boxing prowess, I would have no idea that he was a real contender in professional boxing.
I smiled at both of them. They were nice guys. Kieran became friends withthem in college.
Theserver came and took our orders; alcoholic drinks for the guys and lemonade for me, for now. We were having a fun discussion on the cheesiest pick-up lines. Guys, being guys, made bets on who could produce the cheesiest pick-up line. I was the judge, by default, since I was the only female at the table. The bet was that the winning pick-up line, basically, the cheesiest; the loser would have to use it on a girl inside the bar.
Their eyes roamed around the bar, looking for a target. Duncan was still scoping out the area when Peter’s gaze stopped on a corner, five tables away from ours.
“Well, I'll be damned. If it isn't my buddy, Z," he stated. I followed his gaze. Surely, there are other Z's in the world.Maybe Zafiro? Zane? Zach?
No way! There was no way fate could be this cruel.
I noticed his dark hair first. My gut clenched. His dark head was attached to a blonde head. From my seat, it looked like they were speaking intimately to each other. He must have sensed that someone was looking at them. His head bobbed up and looked around. I quickly turned towards Duncan before he noticed me.
I had no right to be annoyed but I was. How dare he ruin my one night out! Evidently, Peter and Zander were more than acquaintances because in about 2 minutes, Zander and his blonde friend were walking towards us.
"Hey, Z!" Peter rose up and was making room for Zander and his friend in our booth.
Ohnononono!
Left with no choice, I stole a quick glance at Zander and his model-thin, heavily made-up, Blonde Barbie look-alike companion. In her skimpy, blue mini dress and 3-inches stilettos, she looked out of place in this casual bar atmosphere. This blonde friend was another notch to the already filled up bedpost.
"...these are my friends, Duncan and Sedona." Duncan was already reaching up to shake Zander's hand. I stayed sitting and not exactly doing anything else.
“Zander and I have met, Peter," I addressed Peter. I still haven't looked at Zander directly.
Peter nodded at me and invited to Zander and his gal pal to join us. I wished I could say that the booth was small; it could actually fit 7 people. Maybe Zander would say no. He might not have wanted to be interrupted on his date.
"Sounds like a great idea. By the way, this is Mia," his masculine voice agreed with Peter's suggestion.
Great! Just effing great!
Ms. Model Barbie's mouth twitched and voted against it, "But, Zander, we have our table over there...."
