Page 19 of Gemini
I weaved my way into the crowd, looking for one singular car. A Mustang with a red stripe down the sides. Dom’s car. Unless he came in a different car, it should be here. I searched around and saw all types of sports cars and more than a few Mustangs but none that looked like his.
A group of men blocked my way and started fighting. I dodged one body and went around them.
Well, at least they’re having—
I inhaled sharply as I froze in place.
A few cars ahead was a Dodge Hellcat. Standing next to it with a group of people was Leslie.
He was grinning ear to fucked up ear, a joint in his hand. There was a girl at his arm in leather shorts and a tank top with long, dark hair like mine, laughing.
He offered her the joint and she took it without hesitation. I couldn’t seem to look away as a wave of feelings flooded me. I felt hot and cold all at once, my heart sinking to my stomach at the mere sight of him.
Slowly, I backed away, then started heading in a different direction, away from him. I searched around wildly for Dom. Where the hell was he?
I got further down the line of cars and stood around. Cursing, I slipped a hand in my bag to get my phone. I should have just called him before I’d even left my car to save the trouble.
The sounds of laughter from behind made me stiffen. I looked around and found myself face-to-face with a man wearing a black and gold bandana over his mouth.
“Yo, hey, what’s up?” He got up close enough I could see the whites of his eyes and smell the liquor on his breath.
I glanced around and saw he wasn’t alone. There were several others wearing the same bandana as him, circling me.
“You new?” the first man asked. “You’re looking a little lost.”
“Uh…” I shifted away from him. “Yeah. I’m looking for someone.”
“Yeah, who’s that, sweetheart?”
My face heated almost instantly. “Dominic.”
“Dominic who?”
Christ, I didn’t know their last name, they’d probably changed it several times.
“Shit, wait, you talking about Silent Dom?” said one of the others.
“That’s right, have you seen him?”
A couple of them looked around. The rest didn’t take their eyes off me.
“Nope, sorry haven’t,” they replied.
“You two dating?” asked the first guy.
I was immediately about to say no. Then I hesitated. “Yeah…yeah, kind of.”
“Kind of?” They all started chuckling like damn hyenas.
“Only recently, but yeah, we’re going steady so—”
“Steady? Who says that anymore?” said one behind me.
“Nah, I think you have to be lying,” said the first guy, still close enough his breath made me cringe.
My fist tightened around the strap of my bag, ready to swing. “Why would I be lying about that?”
“Cause every girl here be thirsting over either him or his bro, and several girls are claiming that same shit.”
