Page 6 of Nightmare

I try to make shit as black and white as possible for the girls I take to pound town: I. Don’t. Date. I won’t call again. This is one night.

And no matter how much this chick follows me around or throws herself at me, it’s not going to change that.

My roommate and best friend, Jax, follows behind, his arm thrown around the shoulder of some tiny redheaded chick that I’ve never seen in my life. She told me her name when we left our apartment, but it flew out of my brain before I could even bother to remember it. I’m pretty certain I won’t be seeing her again after tonight, so it doesn’t really matter.

I don’t hook up with the same girl more than once, it leads to stage five clingers like Sarah here, and I don’t have the patience to deal with that. Jax however, does not live by those rules.

Although, Jax has been my best friend long enough that I can normally guess which girls he’ll bring around more than once. Little Red isn’t one of them.Bet.

Sarah starts whining that I’m not moving fast enough for her liking, “There’s not going to be any more pool tables left at this rate!”

Someone put a bullet in my skull.

I glance around the half empty bar as she continues dragging me by my fucking shirt with the claws glued to her nails, searching for my quickest form of escape from this nightmare that I’ve been forced into.

We grab a high-top table by the row of empty pool tables, and I wave to get the waitress’s attention. She nods at me as she wraps up at the bar to come get our order.

I sit down, Sarah plops down in the stool next to me, Jax at my other side and Little Red next to him, making a full circle around the table.

“Hey guys,” Julianne, the waitress, greets us as she walks up, “The usual?”

I nod, “Yeah, Jul. And whatever these two would like.” I tip my head towards the girls, and they make time of asking about complicated fucking fruity drinks.

“Could you add mango to that?” Sarah is asking, and I zone out, eyeballing my best friend, hoping the clouded chandelier above us falls on his head for making me do this on my first day off in two weeks.

500 years later, Julianne shoots me a grin and heads back to the bar to put in our order.

After about 3 and a half seconds, Jax is whispering in Little Red’s ear and rubbing her thigh under her skirt while she giggles nonsense at him.

I prop my feet on the table leg in front of me, scowling, with Sarah’s eyes glued to the side of my face. As per fucking usual. I can fuckingfeelher eyes burning a hole into my cheek.

Jax clears his throat, “Alright, I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” I whip my head towards him, and he wiggles his eyebrows, “Be nice, Travis.”

I roll my eyes like a teenage girl and prop my forearms on the table in front of me, blowing out a breath as Jax stands, Little Red standing next to him and gripping onto his arm.

Nope, nope, do not leave me here alone with this girl.

I try to send the thoughts to his head, but he just throws an arm around his girl’s shoulders, pulling her towards the bathroom.

Well, he’s dead to me.

Sarah reaches out and starts running her fingers along the ink that swirls along my forearm, her long nails digging in a little as she traces the shapes. I lift my arms, running my hands down my face before sighing again and sliding my gaze over to her.

She’s biting her lip, perking her painted-on eyebrows up and down in invitation. She grabs my hands and runs them along the front of her chest, the nipple rings in her massive tits poking out of the tiny crop top she’s wearing. My dick stirs to life under the zipper of my jeans, becausehedoesn’t know she’s a stalker.

My eyebrows shoot up my forehead, she smirks in my direction before whispering, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Trav.”

I hum deep in my throat then turn towards her, “Oh, yeah? How come?”

She laughs, waving a hand up and down my body, “Seriously?”

I chuckle, “Do you like anything about me that isn’t my appearance, Sarah?”

Her head tilts like I’ve just asked her the square root of an impossible number, “What do you mean?”

Like a savior, Julianne appears at the table with our drinks on a tray, I pull my hands from Sarah’s chest and grin a little at Jul who’s placing our drinks down on the table in front of us. “You guys want anything to eat today?”

“No, we’re good.” Sarah speaks up, and I tap my tattooed fingers along the side of my beer bottle.

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