A Small World
I sat at the bar, staring straight ahead, my thoughts pounding. I placed my fingers gently above my ears and dragged then in small circles, slowly as the bartender set a beer in my peripheral vision atop a painfully white napkin. A sigh escaped me as I took a long swig, closing my eyes as the alcohol made my taste buds dance.
I opened my eyes and peeked over my glass at the bartender staring at me with brown, curious eyes. The name, 'Dustin', was written out in black sharpie on a plastic square pinned to his shirt. I shrugged and set the beer down in front of me, laughing dryly.
"Yeah," I breathed, shaking my head and smiling glumly.
"You wanna rant?" He asked, leaning onto the bar, his wavy, blonde hair falling into his eyes. He laughed a bit, allowing me to get a glance at his perfect, pure white teeth. "I'm a reasonable listener."
I stared at him for a long moment before sitting up and shaking my head.
"It's too long and personal," I sighed, taking another drink of my beer.
"Ah," He smiled. "That's cool, I understand." Dustin looked up a moment, his eyes becoming distant, as if he just remembered something. "Hey, you see that chick over there?"
My eyes followed his gaze to where a red-haired girl was looking straight at me with intense green eyes
and she didn't look happy.
"She's been shooting you daggers ever since you took a step through the door."
Dustin shrugged and pushed my beer closer to me.
"I don't know. But you might want to drink up if you want that headache to go away."
I raised an eyebrow and nodded, picking the drink up and guzzling it.
"He's such a douche, y'know?" My voice slurred, immensely as I leaned over the bar to talk to Dustin, knocking over several empty glasses.
"Oh yes," Dustin said, his eyes intently following me wherever I went as he smiled warmly. "I know."
And he just left! Saying he didn't want to
to hurt me an' stuff!"
I leaned back, crossing my arms and laughing.
"HOW STUPID. I can take care of myself! I'm a grown man!"
"That you are," the blonde smiled, leaning on the bar to stare at me.
I tried to focus on the clock on the wall, but my vision was too blurred to see anything less than faded dots.
What time is it?"
"It's that late? I gotta"
"You shouldn't go anywhere this drunk, Carson. You should stay and talk to me more about this 'Noah' guy."
"He's just some dick," I said, bitterly as Dustin touched my hand and had his fingers dance up my arm, slowly and lightly. I shivered and stared at him, awkwardly as he intertwined his fingers with mine.
Dustin laughed and leaned over the bar, getting extremely close to my face
Um," I stuttered, looking anywhere but him. "What are you"
The slender blonde caressed my chin in his hand, gently, smiling slyly. I wrapped a hand loosely around his wrist, staring at Dustin with wide eyes.
"I don't think we should
"What? You're single aren't you?"
"Erm," I looked away, my eyebrows furrowing. He was right. I was single now. I had told Noah that I never wanted to see him again so I doubted he would ever come back anyway. But this still didn't feel right. I went to pull away, but his grip on my chin tightened. My eyes perused the empty bar. It was just him and me. The girl that was glaring at me earlier had left as did the other customers, probably a while ago. "Y- Yeah, but"
Dustin pushed his lips against mine with aggressiveness, making me gasp in alarm. His lips were soft and moist; I could taste his minty breath in my mouth mixing with the dull after-taste of beer as his tongue slowly entered it. My heart beat fast with panic as he pulled me over the bar, our lips not disconnecting from each other's. My hands gripped the side of the bar tightly and I squeezed my eyes shut. This felt so weird kissing lips that didn't belong to Noah and I didn't like it, though it still brought me undeniable pleasure.
His hands gently slid down my back, sending chills up my spine and I shuddered, small gasps escaping my throat.
"You want more?" Dustin snickered and slid his hands under my shirt as our lips met once again.
Why wasn't I pulling away? Was it the alcohol or just my dire need to convince myself that it was officially over between me and Noah? Who needed him anyway?! He was the one who decided to leave in the first place! Anger began simmering inside me and I wrapped my arms around Dustin's neck as he traced my collar bone, finally kissing him back, desperate for pleasure.
Fuck you, Noah.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the neck of my shirt from behind, ripping me away from the sweating bartender.
"Are you stupid?" Noah's irate voice boomed over my uneven gasps. I looked up at him trying to focus my vision as he loomed over me, his expression filled with rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
I stared at Noah with wide eyes, my body shaking with unease. I, once again, was unable to form words to explain what he had just witnessed.
"Hey," Dustin's voice chimed in. "We were just having a little fun"
Noah spun around and gripped the front of the blonde's shirt, roughly pulling him closer.
"You stay the hell away from Carson," Noah ordered, his jaw set. "Don't ever lay your filthy hands on him again!"
The anger that was just beginning to settle decided to blow up like a volcano inside me and I jumped up, running between the two.
I pushed his chest back and he released Dustin, staggering backward.
"You can't run my life! And you don't have the right to choose who is allowed to touch me!"
"Shut the hell up and let me talk!"
Noah's eyes widened as mine became blurry with tears. I took a step closer, pointing a thin finger at the lanky brunette, anger raging inside me.
"Did I not make it clear enough earlier that I don't want to see you? Look at what you do to me! You
You're messing with my head! I feel like I'm going insane and it's fucking ridiculous!"
I threw my hands to my head and I could feel them shaking intensely as my body shook with sobs. I felt Dustin place a hand on my shoulder but shrugged him off.
"I hate you! Just go away! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
"Well, I love you," Noah whispered, moving forward and grabbing my wrist. He pulled me against him with gentleness and his lips connected with mine, causing a current of pleasure to shoot through my body. My widened eyes slowly began to close and I leaned against Noah's body as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Now, this; this right here, felt so right. Being in Noah's arms felt so natural, like I was meant to be there, and I felt all the anger fade, just like every other inept emotion.
"Carson," Noah breathed, slowly pulling away. "I'm sorry. I should've never left your side."
"No," I sighed, pushing a finger against his soft lips. "I know you were just trying to keep me safe. But so much has been going on lately, and losing you was the last thing I needed."
"I know. I made a huge mistake. And you don't have to be with me anymore if you don't want to, I'll leave if you want me to leave. But, I just want your forgiveness."
I stared at Noah as he looked away with despondent eyes and ran his hand through his brown, disheveled hair. I gripped his tie and pulled him down so his lips could meet with mine. That was all I needed to do to show Noah that I wanted him back.
"Promise me you won't ever do that to me again," I whispered, leaning into his chest and gripping his shirt tightly. "I love you, Noah."
The brunette's arms wrapped around me in reassurance and he kissed the top of my head.
"I promise," Noah whispered. "I love you too."
The red-headed girl stuck out her tongue and pretended to throw up as she watched Carson and Noah caressing each other inside the bar before the startled tender. She watched from the parking lot, squinting from behind a car.
A man with short, shaggy hair pushed his glasses higher up on his nose and stared at the girl, a small grin crossing his face.
"If it's so gross then why are we watching? Let's get out of here, I'm starving."
His voice was filled with amusement while she just glared at him.
"I can't lose sight of Noah," She whispered, putting her hands on the hood and standing up. The man let out an irritated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"Why, Alana? What's so special about him anyway?"
"I want him back," She said, impassively.
"But you have me," He retaliated, glaring at her with cold, golden eyes.
"Duh. I want Noah for a different reason. And the only way to get him to come back to me is to get rid of the one obstacle standing in his way. Carson Lee."
"Ew, don't say that."
"But it's true."
"Well, it won't be for long."
She laughed, maliciously, crossing her arms over her chest, staring at the tall brunette inside the bar.
"Noah, baby, you will be mine."