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I sat at the bar and downed another shot of Parton. I took a deep breath and thought about the pattern I was continuing that started with my mother. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my loud-ass friends walking toward me, smelling like some loud-ass weed.
"Hey," I said excitedly.
"Girl, I've been calling and texting you for the past hour."
"My phone was silent because my job was trying to get me to come in on my week off," I said.
"So I heard you dumped ole boy," Tara said with humor in her voice.
"We were never dating," I said as I thought about how he begged me not to leave, it was very depressing and satisfying seeing a man on his knees.
"He was too soft, and I told him from the beginning that I didn't want to be in a relationship but look what happened," I said bluntly.
"I can't deal with you, just too much," Tara said.
I tuned her out and continued to sip my drink. I saw the sexiest man; His appearance alone made butterflies in my stomach. He saw me staring, he smiled, and I returned one. I watched as he made his way to a section. I stopped staring when Tara's big head ass got in the way.
"Girl, I know you hear me talking to you."
"Nope, I was too busy watching some fine-ass man," I said while still looking at him.
I know who Nathan Wright is. We took classes together in high school. He was more so popular with the girls and academics. I was 90% nerd and 10% loner. I didn't get popular until my junior year of high school because I was dating the guy that every girl wanted besides Nathan.
"I know you ain't talking about Nathan Wright because I heard he's full of shit."
"Well, I'm full of shit because I like to play games," I said boastfully.
Tara shakes her head at me while smiling. I know I'm full of shit, but that's my life. Maybe I'll change when I meet the right person.
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I drowned my first shot of vodka, it burned my chest, but I liked the feeling. I watched as women desperately tried to get my attention, but my eyes were on Zathura, who was sitting at the bar. I heard things about her which has me intrigued. We made eye contact for the hundredth time tonight. The tension between us was thick. We haven't even interacted with each other yet, but I was waiting for the right moment.
What's the word? Tell me what you've heard Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder What's the word? Tell me what you've heard Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder (Sonders- What you heard)
I slowly made my way to the bar. I never approached a woman in the club; They always come to me, but it was something different about her.
"Aye, can I get a glass of Henny on ice," I asked.
I looked to my right seeing Zathura's friends talking to her, but she didn't look interested in conversation. I got my drink and slowly walked by her while making eye contact. I wanted to introduce myself instead of listening to what the people who told me about her.
"Hey, my name is Nathan Wright. I wanted to introduce myself to you. Your name is Zathura," I said with a smile.
"Yes, it is. We took classes together in high school," Zathura said.
"And you were dating Calvin for a while," He said.
Nathan knew that she was supposed to marry Calvin, but he heard that Calvin had cheated on her and got the girl pregnant. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable bringing up the marriage part.
"Enough about the past, Nathan. What do you want to talk to me about," She said in a sass tone.
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