The boy with black hair. That's what I've been calling him in my mind ever since I spot him. For the past 10 minutes or so, I've been sitting in the bar alternating between taking sips of my beer and looking over at him.
As I look over at him one more time, I notice he's walking towards the bar. As he approaches I notice he's really attractive. He's tall, really fit with broad shoulders (which I love) and his black hair contrasts nicely with his pale complexion. Clad in dark jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a black jacket, I can tell he has a sense of style. I give him a small smile as he sits downs and orders a beer. He takes a few sips before he turns to look at me with a beautiful pair of blue eyes.
"Hey." He says, giving me a crooked smile that shows a flash of perfect white teeth. Oh, do I love that smile. Judging by how perfect that smile is, that's probably his signature one.
"Hi." I say back, giving him my signature smile: a close lipped side smile.
"So, what's your name?" he asks. Up this close, I realize his eyes are a cornflower blue, which I find amazing.
"Lindsay Kane." I reply, saying my full name automatically. Which is weird, because I never do that. I guess his eyes are at fault. "What's yours?"
"Lance." He says, for which I raise an eyebrow.
"Just Lance?" I ask and he chuckles.
I take a few sips of my beer before asking, "So…Are you from around here, Lance Wright?" I try my best to give him a flirty smile.
He smirks at me. "What high school do you go to Lindsay Kane?"
Well, damn. I really wasn't expecting that. I blush furiously but try to hide it by letting my hair cover my face as I take another sip of my beer.
"You didn't answer my question." I say, trying to avoid the subject.
"Neither did you."
"I-I go to college." I lie badly and Lance notices.
"Sure you do." He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Come on, you're obviously not twenty-one."
"Yeah, well, the bouncer seems to disagree with you." I retort with a smug smile.
He shrugs. "I don't think so. He probably just let you in 'cause you're hot."
I smile at that. "You think I'm hot?" I ask, blushing once again.
"Yeah. And I'm not the only one." He says, gesturing around us.
I look around and see that there are a few guys staring at me. But I don't mind them, right now my eyes are stuck on Lance.
"I think I detect an accent there Lance…are you from Chicago?"
He raises an eyebrow. "I didn't know I had that much of an accent." He says laughing.
I laugh too. "You do, trust me, I'm good with accents. But, don't worry, I think the Chicago accent is charming."
He smiles. "You ever been there?"
"Yes, my dad used to go there for business trips, so he'd take me with him. I guess it's a pretty cool city."
He raises an eyebrow again. "You guess?"
"Well…I mean, it's not as cool as NY." I say and we both laugh at that.
"So you're from New York?"
"Born and raised in New York City." I say with a big smile, proud of being born there.
"You obviously love it there, so why did you move?"
I wasn't just about to tell a stranger the real reason. I mean, we just met, no need for him to know that my uncle got stabbed to death recently and my mother basically freaked out. So instead I opt for the short clean version:
"Oh, it was my mom's idea, she's been a bit paranoid lately, saying that NY is getting too dangerous, so she decided it was time to move…I just don't know why she chose…here." I say sulking, angry again at my mom for making us move.
"Oh, come on, it's not so bad here, you'll get used to it. Plus, think about how lucky you are for having moved here."
"Well, yeah, you met me." He says with a cocky grin.
We talk, laugh and drink some more. Lance is really nice, (although a bit cocky) and I find that I like him already. And he seems to be into me, which I really don't mind. Hours pass by without neither of us noticing. Suddenly Lance scoots closer and says: "You wanna get outta here?"
His face is so close to mine that I can smell the beer in his breath. But instead of repelling me, it just appeals to me. I also have an urge to run my hand through his hair that I (painfully) ignore. Maybe if I was thinking straight at the moment, I would've declined him. But with him this close to me and with the beer clogging my most rational thoughts, I end up nodding.
"Sure." I say, smiling at him.
He smiles back, stands up and extends a hand to me. I take his hand and stand up as well. I note that he's probably 6'2'' or 6'3''; I'm about 5'9'' and he still towers over me. Lance leaves the money on bar and we make our way toward the exit. We step outside. I gasp and soon break into a smile as I see our ride: a black motorcycle.
Lance chuckles. "Surprised?"
"More excited than surprised, I've never rode one." I say as I slide my hands over the smooth leather seat.
"Come on then, hop on." Lance hands me his helmet and climbs on the motorcycle. I climb in behind him and snake my arms around his chest. I immediately like the feeling of having him this close to me.
We drive off full speed as Lance zig-zags through the streets. I soon feel adrenaline pumping through my veins. After a few minutes of just enjoying the ride, I realize I have no idea where we're going. I'm about to ask him when we come to a halt.
He turns off the motor and I let go of him. I take my helmet off. I look around and see that we're parked next a lake. Lance climbs off the motorcycle and starts walking in the direction of the lake. I climb off as well and follow him. When we're close enough to the lake, Lance sits down on the grass and I sit beside him.
We sit down in silence for a few minutes, taking in the scene. The view is beautiful. There's nothing around the lake but a few trees, the stars are shining brightly and reflecting in the lake, as is the moon.
"Wow, this place is amazing." I gush.
"Yeah, I think so too. I come here often when I need to…think about stuff. It's just so…"
"Peaceful." I finish for him. I'm starting to understand why my mother wanted to move here. There's nothing quite like this in New York, expect for the Central Park, but with all the concrete buildings around it, the effect just isn't the same.
"Yeah." Lance looks at me.
I glance at him and then look up to the sky. I'm awed by what I see. "The sky…I've never seen so many stars. I could never really see the stars in NY, with all the city lights. It's…it's beautiful."
"So are you." I hear him say. We both stare at each other for a minute.
I'm not really sure how, I guess we're both a bit too drunk, but suddenly we're kissing. I feel an urge to feel his skin under my fingers so I push his jacket off his shoulders. Lance starts kissing my neck and I shudder. That's when I notice a tattoo on his left arm. A black rose tattoo. This can't be a coincidence I think.
"Lance." I say, trying to get his attention, but to no avail. I realize he started sucking on my neck. "Lance, you're gonna give me hickey." I push his shoulders hard and he finally lets go.
He looks embarrassed, as if he just realized what he's been doing. "Sorry…" he scratches his head sheepishly and looks away.
I chuckle and grab his hand. "It's okay…it happens right?"
He looks back at me smiling, he reaches out and starts playing with a lock of my hair.
I look at him and remember the tattoo. I reach for his arm and trace the rose lightly with my fingers. "Lance?"
"Hmm?" he seems too distracted with my hair, or maybe his just too drunk. Hell, I know I am.
I decide to let it go. I look at my phone clock and see that's it almost three o'clock, time to head home. I'm starting to feel myself getting drowsy and I don't want to pass out drunk near a lake.
"Lance, can you take me home?" This time he seems to hear me.
I give him my address and we get on his bike. The lake isn't that far from my house and we arrive in less than twenty minutes. I take off his helmet and hand it to him. I climb off his motorcycle.
"Tonight was fun." I smile at him and he leans down for a kiss.
We managed to type everything correctly when exchanging our phone numbers. Although we probably took more time than we would have if we've been sober.
"Call me, in case you wanna…hang out sometime." I say with a wink.
I start to climb the porch steps when Lance calls out: "Wait, college girl." In a mocking tone.
I turn back and look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You never answered my question."
I stare at him confused for an instant, but somehow, in the midst of my drunkenness, I remember what it was.
"Oh, right. I go to Middleton High School."
He smirks. "I guess I'll see you Monday, then."
I stare at him in surprise as he drives out. Huh, now that I think about it, he didn't really look like he was twenty-one either.