Unamed Stranger (Short story)
I've been a silent reader on this site for years and thought it was about time I penned a story.
Note: This is a short story which I began to write a couple of years ago which I recently found and decided to resurrect. I am not a novelist just penning my thoughts. Enjoy x
Gravitating to a nearby wall whilst nodding my head to a song I pretended to know, I accidently bumped into a girl who if looks could kill... then I would be six feet under. Thats the thing about house parties, always packed to capacity, whilst the smell of marijuana floats around in the air and the faint smell of body odour and sex top it all off.
My eyes danced over the crowd, scanning the faces of those enjoying themselves. Seeing all of the same faces that attend these parties, I smile to myself making a mental note to enjoy, as moments like these don't last forever.
My eyes danced over to the guy I'd had a crush on for the longest, known to my friends and I as "J" . He casually glanced over all the heads at the party which was quite easy for him standing at 6ft something - we locked eyes. However as quickly as our eyes met, they departed even quicker. Sighing deeply and thinking about previous occasions where the same action was repeated over and over again, my thoughts were interrupted when a white plastic disposable cup was thrust into my face.
“Drink it” my best friend Carmen said before downing the contents of her cup
I eyed the suspicious contents as I lifted the cup towards my nose in order to gage the potency of the strong smelling alcohol. When I was completely satisfied that it wasn’t going to kill me, I placed the cup to my lips as my body became consumed with the liquor.
Immediately feeling the effects of the drink I began to sway my hips left and right while nodding my head to the beat. Carmen dragged me off the wall and pulled me to the main dance area where she began to dance. As per usual I was a bit hesitant to dance infront of everyone; but as Konshens "Crazy Girl" played through the speakers, I got lost in my own world. I began to let loose, throwing in some moves that I’d learnt from numerous bored nights and endless hours spent on YouTube.
Feeling a strong pair of hands grip my waist, I looked over my shoulder to see an unfamiliar face staring back at me. I gave him a quizzical look, wondering who this unamed stranger was. As I continued to dance, numerous thoughts were running through my head, one of which was 'who is this guy?'.
By the time the song ended I returned to my senses to find myself and Carmen surrounded by a small mass of people, who seemed to have thought that they were an audience to a small talent show. Suddenly feeling embarassed I quickly exited the room and headed outside to regain my composure.
The cool breeze blew across my face causing me to shift my positioning, whilst I stared into the hazel eyes of the unnamed stranger that approached me a few moments ago. Despite the raucous background sounds of his friends trying to rap along to every word to Drake’s Headlines- and failing, I was mesmerized and almost entranced by the melodic sounds that were resonating from his mouth. From my recollection it took approximately all of 20 seconds for me to fall in love…
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Sorry about the delay. Here's chapter 2 enjoy
Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning trying to reconstruct last night’s events, something I usually do after a night out. For some reason I was finding it quite hard, and came to the conclusion that it had something to do with the mysterious drink Carmen had handed me earlier on in the night. But one thing I did remember was those hazel eyes, and how I’d gotten lost in them.
Remembering the mysterious guy from last night made me realise that not only did I not get his number I didn't even know his name!
Stretching, I got out of bed and headed to the shower to carry out my hygiene routine.
As soon as I came out of the shower I heard my phone ringing so I dashed to answer before it went to voicemail.
“Hey hun”
“Hey Car, wassup? How you feeling after last night?”
“I’m good nothing that a little aspirin won’t sort out. How ‘bout you?”
“Car, I can’t really remember much to be honest. All I remember is dancing, going outside and then some guy with hazel eyes. That’s it!”
“That’s it?? Taryn... So you’re telling me you don’t remember passing out and being lifted up bridal style, and brought home?”
“Wait. What! Rewind.... How do I not remember this? This is your fault you know, that drink was lethal”
“Hahaha, well at least your knight in shining armour came to your rescue”
“So hazel eyes brought me home?”
“If by hazel eyes, you mean J then yeah”
“Wait J brought me home?”
“Taryn clearly you’re still hung-over. Yes J! Sexy J! The one
you’ve had a crush on for the longest J! BROUGHT YOUR DRUNKEN SELF HOME!!!”
“Ok ok, Carmen. No need to shout. Gosh! I just don’t remember that’s all”
“Well anyways enough of that. What are we doing today?”
“We? I gotta go to work hun.”
“Kmt! Taryn it’s summer. Why you always working?”
“Unlike some. I have visions of buying a car and going on holiday and unless I win the lottery that won’t be happening anytime soon, so I gotta do those shifts ya feel me”
“Lol whatevs. Well call me later and we’ll hookup then. Ite?”
“Okies. Later”
I hung up the phone, trying hard to comprehend how it was J that brought me home and not hazel eyes, but drawing blanks I decided to just head to work.
*After work*
I headed home after such a long shift, I swear my boss hates me. Instead of having me work on the shop floor he kept me in the back room, doing his accounts and admin. Not in my job description may I add, he’s just lucky that I needed a job otherwise he could kiss ripe behind!
Before calling Carmen I logged into my hotmail account to see if I’d had any responses to my internship applications that I’d sent off a couple of weeks prior. You see despite working every hour god sends at Computer Shack, I have bigger dreams. I want to be a journalist providing my readers with the latest scoop. But the way the media works nowadays it’s who you know not what you know. After refreshing the page for about 5 minutes and seeing that I had no new messages, I logged out of my account in defeat and decided to call Carmen.
After straightening my fringe I decided to apply a little bit more eye shadow before heading out the door. See that’s one thing about my bestie Carmen, she always finds us a motive no matter what! Tonight we were headed to a drink up which suited me just fine cause I didn’t have work in the morning, plus at the back of my mind I was hoping that I would get to see ‘hazel eyes’ again or at least find out his name.
I met up with Carmen at the bus stop; see this is why I need a car, jumping on the bus is not the way forward. I wanna be like Tinie Tempah and be able to say that I drive past the bus I used to run for, but until then it looks like me and my oyster card will be close.
“So do you know who’s gonna be there tonight?” I tried to get as much information out of Carmen before we arrived just so I would be able to prepare for what type of crowd was gonna be at this shindig.
“Err you know the usual, Daniel, Zoe, J-” I cringed inwardly when she said his name. But before she could finish we arrived at our stop.
Walking in we were greeted by the familiar faces and immediately given drinks to join the drinking game that they were playing...
“Ok ok I’ve got one. I have never had sex in the shower” Carmen took a shot of what was in her glass while everyone who had done the said thing followed suit. Everyone apart from Zoe that is.
“Wait hold up Zoe, you’ve never had sex in the shower?” I asked with one eyebrow raised
“Nah babes, my hair and water don’t mix. As soon as I get my headpiece wet it goes from looking like Beyonce’s lace front to looking like the hair from one of those good luck trolls and if you lot remember them, it ain’t a good look.” Everyone burst out laughing and mid laugh I felt something wet spray on my top. When I looked up J had his hand over his mouth trying to stop the rest of the drink in his mouth from spraying anywhere else.
“I’m so sorry it was an accident”
“Don’t worry about it I’m gonna go get some tissue” I excused myself and walked into the kitchen
Soon after I felt a presence behind me and I turned around to see J.
“Hey sorry about that, I didn’t mean for that to happen. Need some help?” He stood there with a smirk on his face, looking at my ample cleavage, which is where the stain was.
“Nope I’m ok thanks”
He didn’t say anything he just continued to stare and lick his lips, which I wasn’t really finding too attractive.
“Thanks for taking me home the other night” I thought if I said something it would break his trance and bring him back to reality
“No problem. It wouldn’t be right if I let a fine specimen like yourself go home by herself in that condition, who knows what could’ve happened”
“Well it was nice of you anyway” I said as I started to walk out of the kitchen but before I could leave he blocked the door
“Look Taryn I know you’ve got a crush on me. You think I don’t see you at every party looking at me when you think I’m not watching. I mean I can understand why, I’m a good looking guy and you’re a good looking girl, plus what girl wouldn’t want to be hanging off my arm?”
I couldn’t believe my ears this narcissistic prick thought he was god’s gift. I mean don’t get me wrong he was definitely blessed in the looks department but his personality stank.
“Listen to cut a long story short I don’t usually make it my business to escort the drunk and disorderly home so I think you owe me a favour. Don’t you think? How about you give me some head as a thank you. What d’you say?
I could believe the audacity. Before I knew it he was doubled over in pain which is the reaction I expected after kneeing him in his crotch. “That’s what I say to your proposition, you narcissistic-
I held the left side of my face in pain and blinked the tears away as I realised that this prick had slapped me. I couldn’t believe it. This d***head actually slapped me. Just as I was about to charge at him and knock his block off, I felt a familiar pair of arms hold me back.
by Brownsuga - Domingo, Feb 24, 2013 - 12:12pm GMT