Chapter 1 - Darcy
“Please???” I look into the excitable face of my best friend. She is clasping her hands together out in front of her chest in a prayer like pose. Her brown eyes are so wide as she begs me to stay for one more drink.
I really should go. I glance down at my phone in my hand to see that its almost 11pm. I look back up into the pleading face of Naomi. The music in the club is so loud and there are people everywhere. We are standing just off the dance floor, which is packed with dancing, sweaty bodies. I have to be up for work at 6am. I love my job as primary school teacher. And I haven’t been out on a school night in at least 6 months because every time I do, I am reminded by my very loud first graders why I shouldn’t do it again.
“Fine, 1 more drink”. I shout loudly to Naomi as I hold up my pointer finger. She immediately jumps up and down and grabs hold of my shoulders to show her excitement.
“Woo hoo!!! Since you are staying, Ill buy you a drink.” She says to me.
I give her a smile and a thumbs up as she turns and makes her way through the pumping Wednesday night crowd. While she is gone, I take the opportunity to look around at the vast diversity of people here. I have always loved people watching. It’s fun to make up little life stories in my head. As I glance at the corridor that leads to the bathroom my eyes are drawn to a couple standing there. The woman is standing in a defensive position with her arms crossed over her pretty big chest and her foot angled slightly to the left and tapping on the hard-tiled floor. Her head is bowed slightly so that she is looking at the man’s torso. I am too far away to hear what they are saying but I can tell that she is not happy, and he must be attempting to gain her forgiveness. He leans in to whisper something in her ear and her eyes go wide as she tries to hide a smile. She looks up into his eyes and after a minute they both laugh as she drags him to the door leading outside.
“Here you go, vodka and orange juice.” Naomi says as she hands me my glass. I smile and take a welcoming sip. Ah. We decide to head outside, away from the loud booming noise of the music. Once out there we see a group of girls vacate a table and decide to take their newly empty seats.
Naomi is part way through telling me a hilarious story about a customer that came into her shop that day. She is always telling me funny stories. She works in a sex shop, so she sees a lot of crazy things. She is pretty open when it comes to anything sexual. Constantly wanting to know about my hook ups. Not that I have many. I’m just not that confident when it comes to men. Weird I know that I can control a whole class of 6 year old’s, but I can’t really talk to grown men!
I haven’t had the best luck when it comes to dating. I’m 26 years old and I have only ever had 1 serious relationship. It lasted 2 years until one day he tells me he just doesn’t want to be with me anymore. That’s a whole other story. I’ve had a few one-night stands and flings in the past 3 years since the break-up but nothing that lasts more than a week. Suits me just fine.
Naomi starts waving like a lunatic and before I know it there’s 3 new people at our table and I have a fresh drink in front of me. These are Naomi’s pals from her yoga class. She tried to get me to join but let’s just say that didn’t work out too well. These girls are really nice, and I get along with them each time we all get together. There is lots of conversations going on and I find myself really relaxing and having a great time. The next time I look at the clock it is nearing 1am and I can feel myself slightly panic at the thought of going to work hung over. I suddenly stand up and lose my balance and have to grab on the table to steady myself. My sudden movements gain the attention of everybody at the table. I take in the now growing group and wonder if Naomi knows the 3 strapping men who are now sitting at the table.
“Shit, I have to go.” I announce tapping my phone to indicate how late it is. Naomi stands and approaches me. She wraps me in a huge Naomi style hug and asks me if I want her to come with me. I shake my head and tell her honestly that she should stay. I’ll be fine. As I leave the group my eyes briefly connect with the bluest of blue eyes belonging to a very handsome man. Even in my drunken state I can see he would be fit as fuck under those clothes!
I go outside and hail a taxi. Once home I flop down on my perfectly made bed and don’t even bother undressing.
BEEP BEEP BEEP rings my alarm.
“Shit!!!” I can’t even open my eyes. I lift my head off the bed to reveal a shocking headache. My head feels so heavy and my tummy is already queasy. I turn off my alarm and decide there is no point putting off the inevitable. I slowly rise while grabbing the side of my head with my hand. Ahhh I say to myself. It’s more of a mumble. I make my way over to my ensuite and brush my teeth before starting the shower. I slowly wash my hair and take my time in washing my body. I reluctantly turn off the taps and reach for my towel. Once dressed in a yellow flowing skirt and black singlet top I decide to just let my dark blonde hair dry naturally. I take one last look in the bathroom mirror and decide I look pretty good for someone who is hungover as all shit and has only had approximately 4hours of sleep. I grab my phone off my nightstand before making my way out to the kitchen. Days like this I am glad I live by myself. I love the quiet.
I boil the kettle and chuck 2 slices of bread into the toaster. As I wait for my breakfast, I send a quick text to Naomi.
D- I am never drinking again. NEVER!!!!!
I know she won’t reply for a while. She doesn’t have to be at work until late this afternoon, so she is probably still in bed. And probably not her own bed for that matter.
With my breakfast in my hand I gather my bag and make my way out to the car. I decide I should probably walk today. The fresh air will do me wonders and if I skip the planning meeting then I will make it before the children arrive.
As I walk the 30mins to school I think about last night. I vaguely remember making eye contact with a very handsome man just before I left. I also remember having sexy thoughts about said man. Ha, what is with that??? Before I can delve into those sexy thoughts my phone chimes with an incoming text. I decide not to try and get my phone out of my bag while walking with my folders in one hand because I just know I will either drop something or trip and fall. I am not the most graceful of people! The school comes into view and my thoughts turn to the day ahead.