One
New Wave Nuisance
Gray
I chuckle slightly into my glass as yet another Blondie song comes blaring from the jukebox. Apparently, someone in this place is hell-bent on playing the band’s entire catalog tonight. The headache that starts to beat in time to the music makes me wonder why the fuck I left my home anyway.
Oh yeah, I think glumly.
I’ve been feeling lonely lately.
Penn hasn’t talked to me in days and Aiden won’t look at me anymore. Not that he can, or that she wants to, but that’s not the point.
I shoot back what’s left of my whiskey, slam the glass on the bar top, then throw some money on the sticky, wooden surface. I don’t know how much my bill is, but I’m sure that a few twenty-dollar bills will cover it, plus the tip. I have to get out of here, and even though I have no intention of going straight home, I just don’t want to drink anymore or listen to the same fucking music over and over.
On the way to the door, though, I make a small detour toward the jukebox, and when I reach it, I pull the power chord out of the wall with such force, that the socket pops out with it too.
“Tough guy,” someone calls out, clapping loudly.
I don’t bother looking in the direction of the voice. No one here has my attention and being a smart ass isn’t something that will get me to react.
Not after living with Penn and Aiden for as long as I have.
I roll my neck on my shoulders as I step out into the cool, night air and light a cigarette. I don’t have any friends in this fucking place, nor do I want any, but it would be nice to have someone to tell my woes to once in a while.
The only two people that ever meant anything to me aren’t happy as one and I don’t know what to do.
If I tear them apart, they’ll die. It’s how I designed them when I put them together, and it was such a tedious task to handle because I didn’t want to pick one over the other.
“Did that make you feel good?”
I turn my eyes slightly to see one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen in my life, smirking at me with his hands buried deep into his pockets.
“Because I was enjoying the tunes,” he continues as his eyes travel up and down my body.
It’s strange how exposed the way he’s looking at me makes me feel. Almost like I’m a meal he wants to devour.
“Silent type?” he continues as he sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes. “That’s fine, I can do the talking for both of us if you want me to.”