Ello! So this story is kind of a twist! Hope you enjoy! And criticism is welcome! The pounding of music in the club was becoming too much. Especially since I was intoxicated with who knows what Erik put in my drink. I was starting to loose my balance but I kept walking through the club, trying to get past people. It was hard with the glowing, multicolored lights, my blurred vision, and lack of coordination. Digging to find the exit, my vision was clearing up. Finally, I was beginning to wonder when my vision would be sharp again.. Then I saw her. She was staring right at me. Right at me with those grey eyes. I think I saw a hint of a grin but I shook it away. I'm betting the alcohol was making illusions. Maybe even the illusion of how gorgeous this girl was. But I had a hunch that that wasn't the case. She was wearing black, skin tight leggings, some boots that looked like some stylish version of combat boots. A white tank top, and a fitted leather jacket that had spiked studs on the shoulders. Her wavy,crimson red hair that stopped just at her ribs. Her olive skin, looking flawless. Something lured me to her. Maybe it was her outfit. It wasn't the usual female clubbing outfit. Maybe it was how insanely hot she was. Perfect body and face. Her face had nice cheekbones and a pointed nose. Not too mention those wonderful grey eyes. Damn. She did a small spin and disappeared into the crowd. Her hair twirling then disappearing. I don't know what made me but I followed her. She turned and grinned, then hid behind a giant, silver pilar. I followed. I turn and she's gone. I look around and see her standing next to the exit door, grinning. I start making my way towards the door. As I'm close, she slides out the door. I get to the door and stumble out. I look around the New York streets, my ears and eyes adjusting to the sound of traffic and the lights. I notice the red head is nowhere. Nowhere..
Hey Kat ^-^ long time no see. I like this story, but I would like more details of where they were exactly.....otherwise it's excellent.
I know it's been quite awhile! And yes I know! That's like one of my biggest problems in writing!!! I can never put enough detail! I think it's just I like it to be mysterious and I fail I'll try! Thank you!
Ha gracias! Glad I'm back!... Cause now I can continue my reign of trolling once more!! *Cough* I mean writing.. Stupid auto correct
Ello! Sorry I updated this kinda late. I woke up late and I decided to do some quick editing before I posted this. And it's a little long, I know! I'm sorry for that! But enjoy! I woke up with a big ass headache the next morning. Major hangover from last night. I rubbed my hazel-green eyes until they started working again. I picked up my phone to check the time. One forty-seven. I sighed. WAIT!? ONE FORTY-SEVEN! CRAP! I was supposed to be meeting my friend, Clara, at the library to tutor her at two. I was definitely going to be a little late. I stumbled out of my bed, falling on my knees onto the dark wooden floor. A wave of coldness came over me since I was only wearing blue, plaid boxers and a pair of thin socks. I quickly ran to my small, two door, closet and put on my dark jeans and a red v-neck. I grabbed my red high tops, tying them as fast as I could. As I ran to the bathroom quicker than ever which resulted in.. "CRAP!!!!" I ran right into the white, closed door. I put a hand on my face. "Aggh my beautiful face.." Just then my little sister who was 15 but still little to me, came out of her room rubbing her eyes. "Would you keep it down? Sounds like you're having sex or something.." I laughed, "You would know what that sounds like," I said one hand still on my face. She did a hard punch to my shoulder, grinning. "Ow I just hit my face!" She laughed and started walking down the hall running a hand through her long, light brown hair the same color as mine. I went into the bathroom and examined my self. Pale skin, messy brown hair. I quickly brushed my teeth, skipped contacts and just went for my brown, glasses, they were dad's so they were kind of old looking but whatever. I left my light, chocolate brown hair messy. Apparently girls find that attractive or something. I ran out of the modern bathroom and back into my simple room. I grabbed my gray jacket quickly, breaking the plastic hanger. I rolled my eyes at it. That was probably the 100th hanger I've broken. "Belt, belt belt..." I mumbled. I searched for it everywhere. Man I was hungover. This major headache was not helping. I saw it and grabbed the long, brown belt, and put it on faster than I ever have in my life. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. Two thirteen. Crap. I'll get there at two thirty earliest. I crammed my iPhone into the back pocket of my jeans and grabbed one strap of my black Jansport backpack. I ran down the hallway of my three bedroom, New York City apartment. "SIS," I yelled, "TYLENOL! WATER!" She threw the little bottle of the pills over her shoulder quickly with out looking and a bottle of water. I caught both, took a pill and swig of water. "Mom I have to go tutor! I'll be back by four!!" I waved quickly at my sister who was searching in the fridge for food. And I was out the door, putting the second strap of the backpack on quickly. I ran down six flights of stairs, practically running out the door of the stairs. I ran past our door man, Luke. I gave a quick nod of acknowledgement towards him. I stumbled onto the New York streets nearly running into some snob business fashion woman that was on the phone. I started walking quickly to the library down the streets dodging people here and there. About twenty minutes later I made it to the library. I ran into the red, brick building and up to the second floor, where I saw Clara sitting at a round, wooden table reading a book. I only saw her back, her dark, almost black short hair that was perfectly straight. She was wearing an over sized cream colored sweater, and some jeans, with some flats. She turned her head hearing my loud panting. She took a quick, glimpse at the big, windows letting a lot of light in, then at me, looking very disappointed. "Your late," she said sounding pissed. I sighed, "I know Clara I'm sorry. What time is it?" "Two forty-five," she said turning back to her book, as I was walking towards the table. "I'm sorry. I got home late yesterday." "Partying with Erik again?" "He dragged me into it! Its not my fau-" "Save it," she said not looking at me, but at her book, "I get it. But just know that I worry about you. I don't think you should be partying like you are." "Clara..." "No. I don't wanna hear it," she said finally looking up looking at me straight in the eye. Clara was actually really pretty but guys were intimidated by her intelligence. I would never date her because well, she was like my best friend. Her pale skin and her dark hair with a perfect combination of those green eyes. She was beautiful. Flawless.... Wait flawless.. The girl from last night... "Max! Are you gonna tutor me or what?" I snapped back to her, "Yes. Let us start with AP biology," I said laughing. That was the only thing she wasn't good at. Science. Or any of the sorts doing with science. She sighed and pulled out her biology book, "Let us begin..." "So do you get it now my dear Clara?" She laughed, "Yes I think so. I'll call tonight for help on the homework if I need it." "I don't think I'll be busy," I said grinning. "You're free to go, Max." I did a fist in the air, "Yes!" She laughed as I shoved my things into my back pack and got up from the wooden seat. "Thank you my dear," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek, "It was an honor." "EW! Get off!" She knew I always gave her a kiss on the cheek goodbye. My parents were from Ecuador and to say hello or goodbye to a girl it'd be a kiss on a cheek. Although over there you usually just press cheeks together and make a kissing noise. But whatever Clara was special. She was laughing so hard now and I did a small bow and walked off happily. As I as was walking down the old carpet stairs of the library, I landed on the first floor taking a quick glance at the people here, I turned my head to the door, not noticing anything interestin- Wait whoa! I took a double take back to the counter where I saw the red head again checking out books. My hand still on the metal door I was staring at her for a good ten seconds when she turned her head at me grinning slightly. Then back to the librarian. This had to be a dream. How could she be here? How? She didn't look much like the book type. At all. I walked out of the library shaking it off. I walked down the streets needing to call Erik immediately. Better yet.. See him. I immediately stepped down the curb, raised my hand, and whistled. A New York City yellow, cab stopped and I got in, giving him the address to Erik's apartment. As the cab was moving down the street, I just couldn't understand how I saw her again. Usually club people are meant to seen once and done. And this girl wanted me to follow her out of the club. Why?
If I finish the post by tonight I will post it tonight! But if not I will definitely post tomorrow morning!
I'm sorry! I posted late I know! But I'm about to board a plane in ten minutes and I had no time to post during the day I'm sorry! But here it is! And this one is REALLY long! Sorry guys I don't wanna leave out stuff cause then the story doesn't make sense! But here it is! Enjoy! I arrived at my apartment at around five. Extremely tired from the day. I was ready to take a nap, or just sleep until school tomorrow morning. I went to my room thinking about my visit to Erik's house... I knocked on the wooden door many times nearly hitting the silver number 374 that was on his door. I stopped knocking when I heard the unlocking of the door. Erik opened the door slowly, shirtless, wearing bright blue pajama pants. He was very fit, he had a six pack, nice arms, very muscular, he was a good looking guy to be honest, but no girl friend. He was very tall. VERY tall now that noticed. He had a slight tan and pitch black hair that was a "modern quiff" my sister called it. Messy but formal, whatever that was.. He always said all the girls at our school weren't really his type. Which is true. A bunch of girls at our school were preppy or weird chicks. Or just too boring. Very rare cases of a normal one but those are just friends. Like Clara. He rubbed his black eyes, "Hey man. What is it?" "I need to talk to you can I come in," I asked already walking into his apartment. "Uh sure," he said raising a hand not really caring, "What's this about?" "Yesterday night. I saw this girl an-" Erik interrupted, "Was she hot?" "Extremely, anyways," I sat on the old, badge couch, described her and told him how I saw her at the club and her wanting me to follow her out of there. And how I saw her at the library again today. Erik nodded and stood up from a chair and put on a dark navy sweater. "To be honest man, I'd just shake it off." "Really?" "Yeah. I think it's just coincidence." I nodded, and I observed his old apartment. It was old and simple is what he said. I just considered it shoddy and livable. Then I noticed a bunch of boxes stacked near the kitchen. I pointed at them, raising an eyebrow, "Are you mo-?" He noticed me looking and interrupted, "Moving? No man. That's my uncle. He's the one moving out. I finally get a place to my own." Erik didn't have any parents. He doesn't really like to talk to about it but he told me they died in a plane crash when Erik was at his grandma's house. He now, or used to, live with his uncle. I nodded, "Awesome. Hey what day is it?" "Sunday?" "Crap Monday is tomorrow." "No really," he said in a sarcastic tone. I laughed, "Alright I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow. Later man." He nodded, "Later." I just walked out the door and went home. I sighed as I pulled out the keys to my the door. Opening it, I was greeted by my sister. "Hey you're home late." "I know Sia, I was at Erik's." "Right. I made dinner. Mom isn't here to yell at you luckily." "Where is she," I said walking over to the stove looking what my sister made, some cream soup. "She went to run errands. Not sure what though," she said leaning on the counter. I grabbed a small spoon and I tried the soup. "Mmm tis' good," I said in a silly way. She laughed, "Well it's there if you want some." I nodded, "I'll come back." I went down the hall and into my room. I flopped onto my bed, extremely tired, I kicked off my shoes and decided to take a nap. I groaned to the sound of my alarm from my phone set at 6 in the morning. Wait a sec... 6? I slept that long? Damn! I turned off the alarm quickly as the sound was getting annoying. I stood up groaning. I took off all my clothes leaving just my boxers on and went to the my bathroom. I then took my boxers off and took a cold shower so it'd wake me up. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my grey towel and wrapped it around my waist. I walked over to the sink and looked at my reflection. I was muscular but not Erik muscular. I needed to go to the gym soon. Hmm maybe after school. I ran my hands through my hair combing it out. Or I guess what I call combing. I put in my contacts and walked out of the bathroom, and into my room. I locked my door to not repeat another accident of my sister walking into my room when I'm naked. I went to my wooden drawer and pulled out some boxers and quickly put them on, then some light wash ripped jeans and a brown belt. I signed eyeing my closet for a shirt. I just decided for a black long sleeve, and I grabbed my gray coat. I put on my gray converse, grabbed my back pack and walked to the bathroom to evaluate my looks. My hair was still damp but it didn't look too bad. I guess I look good. I put on some deodorant and some cologne. I brushed my teeth and walked out of the bathroom and knocked of my sister's room. "Sis! You ready!?" She opened the door looking great. All her light brown hair was up in a bun right on her head. She didn't wear that much make up either, all she wore was eye make up since her face wasn't bad. Her hazel eyes shined with her lashes curled with some thin black eyeliner on her upper lid and mascara.. Okay my sister brain washed me on all things girly. She wore salmon skinny jeans and a yellow button up with a blue blazer that was rolled up with the sleeves of the yellow shirt and a turquoise ruffled scarf with leather knee high boots, the pants tucked in. Man she seriously brain washed me. "How do I look," she said putting in these big, bronze round earrings with some colorful pattern on them. I smiled, "You look great sis, how about me?" She examined my outfit for a while then said, "Not bad. I taught you well," she said winking at me, patting my chest and walking past me, grabbing her blue back pack off the couch and waiting for me at the door. I saw my mom in the kitchen which was next to door. I walked over to her. "Good morning, mom, how are ya?" I grabbed the coffee pot before her and poured her coffee. She smiled and took the cup, "Thank you, I'm fine." She looked up at me, smiling. My mom was great. She was a little short but it's okay. She was adorable. My sister and I had her light brown hair, her ears and nose or at least my sister had her nose, which was slim and pointed. Her tan skin and eyes were the things we didn't have. She fixed the collar of my coat and smiled sadly, "You look so much like your father." My dad had left us when I was 5, my sister was 3. My mom was so hard working and it got us where we were today. I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back later, Mom," I said opening the door. My sister went over and gave my mom a hug and walked back to me, out the door. My mom waved at us and I was out the door. We arrived at school at 7:30 on the dot. School started at 8 but whatever. My sister went off with her sophomore friends and I went to my junior friends. I'm 17 by the way. Twenty minutes later the 7:50 bell rang and I went my locker to get my book for history class. I closed my locker and went to class, sighing. I walked in and sat in the back as usual, I slammed my book down and closed my eyes. I wasn't sitting straight, both of my hands on my book, just sitting still. Even though I slept for like ten hours I was still tired. Everyone started quieting down as Mr. Torres began class when the bell rang, "Class! Attention please! We have a new student today! Her name is Alexandra Martinelli." What an interesting last name.. What is that Italian? Spanish? I opened my eyes to see who this new student is and I nearly fell out of my seat. My foot did slip though and it hit the leg of the desk loudly, making everyone turn to look at me then back at her. Her. The red head.. She was.. Here? What?