IT HAS BEEN TWO DAYS SINCE DOMINIC ASKED ME OUT, but finally, today was the day. I made sure Tracy knew about it, or else she’d be jumping on me all day. She even helped me collect my old motorcycle despite its horrid state and helped me fix it up. I was so happy to be friends with her yet I will keep saying it. When she finds out what I truly am, she would hate me for life. I know it would be childish but come on, we’re eighteen.
She helped doll me up a bit, but of course only to my style. I wore a metallic brown leather jacket that had a little sash thing that had daggers and guns tucked into it, black ripped jean shorts with frays and black Doc Martens. Definitely my style.
She hugged me and told me to be home by seven in a jokey way while I put on my helmet and kickstarted the bike. Fortunately, my hair was in two dutch braids to keep it out of the way.
With the wind blowing my arms I nearly laughed out loud. This felt amazing! I parked my bike and chained it against a lampost before removing the helmet and sauntering into the club. Medusa was huge. It took me forever to find Dominic, and when I did, I saw him with some friends. They looked a little familiar but I shook off the feeling, not allowing my smirk to falter despite what I was feeling inside. I recited the plan over and over again before slipping into an empty seat and popped open the bottle of Hennessey lying around. I could see his expression from the corner of my eye and nearly choked on the bottle, trying so hard not to show it.
“Don’t you think you’re a bit underaged to drink that?” I heard him ask. At first, I thought he was being cocky, but I saw his blank expression and concern in his eyes.
“Calm down and loosen up a little.” I chuckled, nudging him a bit. He rolled his eyes at me and took a shot glass anyway.
“Let’s just see who gets drunk first.” He snorted, after seeing my fifth glass.
I laughed loudly. “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. I can’t get drunk or high. It’s like I’m immune or something. But get on that train, it’d be best for you.” I answered, poking his chest.
He just looked at me weirdly and finally opened his mouth to speak. “Why knives and guns?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Hold on.” I paused for a moment, biting my bottom lip before deciding. “Follow me.”
I walked outside, people making space for me since they already knew who I was. I walked over to where my motorcycle was parked and beckoned him over.
“Since when were you to dominant one?” He asked, smirking a little.
“You asked me a question,” I replied sternly, trying not to break into a smile. He was funny.
“Yeah, don’t you think it’s weird to carry knives and handguns?” He took a step closer.
“For protection and style, why?” I took a step back.
“I don’t really think so..” He took a step closer but this time he made it larger. I didn’t even have enough space to step back anymore so I ended up leaning against my motorcycle.
He took another step but this time it was so close his nose was touching mine. For the first time, I was caught off guard. Ew! I attempted to push at his chest but he wasn’t even paying attention to me. He leaned closer and at this point, his lips were touching mine. Okay, yes, I’m a bad girl. But that doesn’t necessarily mean I ran into bed with men or did one night stands. As much as I’d hate to admit it, he was my first kiss. Shame I would have to-
I was snapped out of my doubts by the way he was kissing me. He used his tongue?! It was probably because I didn’t kiss him back. Before I could stop myself, I did something out of self-defense. By the time I had seen it, his face had red streaks and lines from the current amount of how many?... Seven diamond incrusted rings on my fingers. I slapped him, and he didn’t look happy about it. His right hand came up to his cheek as he stared at me while I remained poker-faced.
He didn’t even say anything. He looked pissed. But it was part of the plan. I purposely took my time to light up my roll-up before kissing my teeth and chuckling lowly.
“Why?” He asked. Now, he didn’t have any emotion.
I smiled widely and put my helmet on before riding off, feeling a little bit guilty. The goal was to hurt him physically, but I think I’ve damaged more than that.