Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

 

SERENDIPITY OR A STALKER

We got in after 10 minutes. I was kind of hoping that there would be no table for us or that someone more important took our reservation. It’s the truth though, even if you reserved for a table a month prior, if Channing Tatum decided to go to that place the last minute then say goodbye to your table and find a new place, or wait for 2 hours just to be seated.

 

The place has a good ambiance, pretty much like The Gardens but a bit more expensive. We were seated on the corner not that far from the bar. The music is not that loud compared to other bars and the place really does look homey. There were more “s***s” ahem... I mean ladies compared to men, as usual. It’s like there are three ladies for one guy but if the guy is super hot then probably ten of you or more would fight for the attention of Mr. Hottie.

 

I kind of thought why these people are here. Don’t they have someone to date on this day? Did some of them here told their significant others that they had an urgent late night meeting to go the bar and meet single people? Who knows maybe some of them will bump accidentally on the same place and just say that the meeting got moved here because they need alcohol to think properly?

 

Maybe some of them got harassed into coming to this bar too by their friends because they have no one to go with tonight? Like what my friends did to poor me. What if maybe that someone is here? I mean my someone and not just any ordinary someone. I always say that meeting someone at the bar is a bad idea because they are just here to hook up and then say goodbye the next day but what if they just got dragged, like they were here to only have fun with friends and nothing else, like they are not the other d*********s out there, except for Seth, of course. So, what if we meet at the right time but at the wrong place? I already met one guy who is not what I thought but only one out of all the guys out there. 

 

I got distracted by my thoughts with an almost full shot glass of clear liquid in my face. Probably vodka, I say to myself. I was so busy about my theories that I didn’t notice that they ordered already. Damn, I didn’t even had a chance to look at the menu for foods to order.

These people wanted to get me drunk.. and fast. Vodka for a first shot? One of them wants to get puked at, I guarantee that. I should probably make sure to sit next to Kira for the next round, she deserved to be puked at. I reminded them that I am the designated driver for tonight and I get nothing.. no response at all as if I didn’t talk. They can be a******s sometimes.

 

I don’t drink that much and the last time I got almost drunk was when I was 21. We do drink sometimes but mostly I drink wine or any alcoholic drinks mixed with juice or something and not the pure one and I make sure not to get drunk.

 

It’s only 11’oclock PM and we were already finished with our vodka. They ordered another bottle of Bacardi 151, these people really do want to kill me or destroy my liver. What would happen to those people who will need a liver transplant if mine got destroyed with alcohol?

 

I am starting to feel dizzy and told them to li-low for minute. I need to rehydrate. I called the waiter and ordered water for the six of us. If they don’t want to think then more water for me. 

 

They opened the dance floor and that’s when the music started to get loud and the lights change to a more party appropriate light dance and they turned the smoke machine on the dance floor. People started to rush to the dance floor. The girls and Seth, of course because he have no choice decided to dance. I don’t like to dance and I don’t know how. If they will pull me there I would just stand like a statue while trying to figure out how to escape. They know that so they didn’t fight me to go there and dance. I just told them to leave their bags here and I’ll look after it.

 

“Aidan! Come on and stop being a p***y!”

 

I find my head suddenly turned to where I thought I heard the voice call the name I knew that is already a part of my history. I tried so hard for a year or so to forget that name and I buried it deep within me. There were lots of people that it’s really hard to see where it came from. Oh well, there were probably another guy with the same name, how paranoid can I be? But I still felt something twitch in my heart.

 

Two songs passed and they were still dancing. I’m sure Mae and Jass already found a hot guy to dance with and I’m sure they would take them here once they got tired of dancing.

I started to reminisce the times where we would all have a girl’s night out and we would all look for cute guys and one of us will go to the guy and ask for their name or phone number. Sometimes we invite the guy to our table to meet the one who is interested in him. I only did it once though and I was super drunk at that time, I think I did it for Kira. It’s only for fun though. I started to look for cute guys too, maybe they’ll ask me if I spotted anyone already.

 

There is also this one time were we went to the bar and we were all in the dance floor making crazy moves and Pammie just stands there moving her index finger. Of all the dance moves she can pull, that’s the best one she got.

 

I took a shot of Bacardi and was about to sip on my lemon when suddenly I got distracted by a guy who sat beside me like we went there together or something and I almost got choked. He looked like he drank a whole bottle of the Bacardi I had right now. That’s how wasted he looked. He smells like he uses a Bacardi flavored perfume and he looked something in the late thirties to early forties.

 

 

“Hey baby! Does no one want to take you for a dance? How about a private lap dance?” the creepy guy said.

“No, more like I’m the one who doesn’t want to dance and will probably say no to you as well like what the other ladies did. Also, try a new drink they have here called a glass of water.” I replied, a bit pissed.

He pulled my arm and said, “Come on, baby girl. It’s Valentine’s Day! Spread the love.”

More like spread the disease, I said to myself.

 

I want to yank my hand away but his grasp is too strong that it is starting to hurt me. I wish I didn’t tell my friends to leave their bags and phones here, one text and I’m sure they would rip the guy’s head off in just a minute.

 

I looked him straight in the eyes and said in a warning tone, “Let go of me.”

I don’t want to make a scene so I wanted him to back off quietly. He just smiled at me like I’m trying to play a game or something and he stood up while trying to pull me up as well. I am starting to panic but I figured that will just excite him more. I didn’t take my eyes off him and stared as meanly as possible. If she still won’t let me go I will start to shout.

Then someone came and placed an arm around my shoulders and says, “Babe, sorry I can’t find a parking space. Is this guy bothering you?” I recognized that sexy voice. I may be wrong sometimes but this time I am a 100% sure.

 

My eyes grew big and I felt like all the blood went to my face as I still look at the creepy guy’s face. His smile fades and he’s looking at him now like how I looked at him. Pissed off.

 

It’s the coffee shop guy. I’m very sure of that. Raleigh. Raleigh? How the f**k did he get here? I mean I don’t own the place to ask that but really?? At the same place and he managed to find me even if there are lots of people here?