"Yeah, of course. Just give me a moment here to say goodbye to the ladies." he said with a big smile.
"Ok, we'll be waiting over there." he pointed to somewhere out of the dance floor. While leaving the dance floor, Erik managed to scope out the 2 girls who were seemed to be writing their phone numbers on the back of Trevor's hand "Lucky bastard!" he said, shook his head and smiled.
When the trio was out of the club and were waiting for a cab, Erik wanted to know what had happened that caused Ashley to be so unhappy, so he asked, "So, how were things with Jen?"
"Not good. Not good at all. She called me an asshole and left. Probably won't be at the hotel when we get there."
"That's messed up, man." Trevor just shook his head.
"I know. But that wasn't really the worst part of my night." at that moment, a cab pulled over and they got in.
"So, what was the worst part of your night? Because you sure seem mad about something."
"Man, you are not gonna believe it, but Kirstin was there."
"Kirstin? The girl from the coffee shop date?" Trevor asked and Ashley just nodded. "There? There where?"
"There at the bar!"
"No way!" Erik was surprised.
"Way! She was there. Wait, you haven't heard the messed up part yet. After Jen left, I was left alone at the table. I was thinking about the solid relationship I had just ended for this girl that I love and who wants nothing to do with me."
"Oh, don't say that Ash. You don't know that." Trevor cut Ashley's talking.
"Oh yes, I do. And wait 'til I finish and you'll see I'm right. Anyway, so I was there, with my head down when I figured everything would be great. Kirstin and I were gonna be together, no matter how hard I'd have to fight for it to happen and that it would all be worth while. So I decided to go find you guys, and when I got out of the chair and scanned downstairs to look for you two, I saw her. She was sitting on a stool by the bar, licking this guy's neck!" Trevor and Erik both raised their eyebrows at the same time. "Then a few seconds later he was the one licking her neck and that was when she saw me staring at them. I decided to go there and talk to her, stupid idea by the way, and tell her all that had happened, but she didn't let me talk. She totally blew me off so she could be all over her boyfriend!"
"Are you sure he was her boyfriend, maybe it was just a guy she met at the bar and…" Erik was trying to make things better, but it wasn't working.
"She introduced him as Tom, her boyfriend." he said bitterness evident in his voice.
"Oh man. That's not good."
"I know! I told you!"
"So, what are you gonna do now?" Erik asked his friend. He didn't know what to say on a situation like that.
"I don't know. As much as it hurts, there's nothing left for me to do. I can't go after her, follow her around, I would be stalking her and I don't want that. And to make things worse, I don't know where she lives or her number or anything. I gave her my phone number, I don't think she's gonna call, but I sure hope so. That's the only way we would talk again." Ashley was really counting on Kirstin's call. That was the only chance he had to make things better. He couldn't think of any other way for them to talk again unless she'd call him. And he prayed for her to do so.
"Let's go to my place." Kirstin said through kisses. They were all over each other.
"Are you sure?" Tom stopped so he could face her.
"Yes, I am." Kirstin was drunk. Tom wasn't. She had had more then just a few drinks. "Let's go to my place now!" she didn't want to stop kissing him, so she pulled him to her. He just pushed back and asked:
"What about Grace?"
"What about her?"
"What about her? Are you planning on leaving her here?"
"Grace is a big girl. I'm pretty sure she can get herself a cab."
"No way! Let's find her, leave her at her place and then we can go to yours."
"Ok, let's have it your way then, Good Samaritan!" that comment made Tom smile.
"Good. So let's find Grace. Actually, you stay right here and I'll go find her."
"Ok, but give me a kiss first before you leave." she pulled him to her. Tom was the one who stopped the kiss and left to find Grace. Kirstin said while he was leaving "Don't take too long!"
Tom was happy. He had the girl of his dreams all over him, and now she had asked him to go to her place. What else could he ask for? His conscious kicked in then and he began to think, 'Alright, she may be a little too drunk, but she wants me. And God, I want her so badly!' He found Grace getting off of the dance floor and grabbed her lightly by her arm.
"Grace, we are leaving."
"WE are leaving?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna take you and Kirstin home. Kirstin is a little drunk, she shouldn't drive."
"Tom, you don't have to give me some lame excuse. You can say you are going to her loft too." she smirked.
"Ok, ok. Then that's the truth."
"So, how are things with her?"
"Good actually, she's great and a great kisser! And she's being really nice to me and all."
"Really? That's good to know!"
"Yeah. In fact, this guy she knows came over to her a little while ago and she totally blew him off and..."
"Wait, wait, wait! A guy she knows came over to her? What was the guy's name?" Grace already knew the answer to that question, but she asked anyway.
"I think it was Ashley. I don't really recall, but I think that was it. Why?"
"Nothing. And what did she say to him?"
"I don't know. Well, she introduced me as her boyfriend to him!"
Grace felt the enthusiasm on Tom's voice but she wasn't at all excited. She knew Kirstin was just using Tom so she could hurt Ashley the same way he hurt her. "And she's drunk you say?"
"Well, a little bit."
"And you are still gonna go home with her?"
"Grace, I'm not gonna take advantage of her. She was the one who asked me to go to her place and…."
"You know what, I don't need the details. You two are responsible for your lives, so do whatever you want with them. Just take me home and after that, everything's up to you guys."
"Well, you don't have to get mad at me, you know how long I have waited for this moment."
"Tom, I know. I just didn't think you were the type of guy that would take a drunken girl to bed. But hey, my mistake!"
"It's not like that G, it's…."
"Save it. Let's just go, please."
Tom glanced down and headed back to where Kirstin was.
"Hey baby! You took too long!" Kirstin greeted Tom from her seat.
"Sorry, I couldn't find Grace." Tom couldn't really see eye-to-eye with Grace.
"Oh Grace, you naughty girl! Where have you being?"
"No where, I was just dancing with these girls that I know from college."
"So, let's go?" Tom held Kirstin's hand.
In the car, Grace was sitting in the back seat, Tom was driving and Kirstin was in the seat beside him. During the ride, Grace didn't say a word and was kinda disgusted with the two lovebirds in the front seats. Every time there was a stoplight, they'd be all over each other.
"You can stop there." Grace pointed when they were in front of her apartment building. "Thanks." She said getting out of the car.
"Good night, G." Tom said while she was getting out but didn't hear her say it back to him. "She's mad at us."
"Oh, she's always mad. Don't worry about her. Come here." Kirstin told him and pulled him to her. When things started to heat up, he backed away and said:
"Let's do this in your place."
"Why? Right here is fine with me!"
"No, let's go to your place. Someone can see us here."
"Ok, ok. I forgot you are a good guy!" she smiled. "Let's go quick then." She told him and he started the car.
In the elevator, going up to her loft, she couldn't keep her hands off of him and he couldn't keep his off of her. When they got to her floor, she opened the door, dropped the keys on the kitchen counter and s
lammed the door. Then she was all over him again.
Kirstin led them to the living room and pushed Tom down on the couch and then crawled on top of him and slammed her lips into his. Tom placed his hands on Kirstin's waist and slowly began to stroke her back and sides. Kirstin pulled and struggled at the edge of Tom's shirt trying to rip it off him without having to move her lips. Tom finally broke the kiss and ripped his own shirt off. Kirstin smiled down at him with a devilish look and then kissed his neck and made her way down his chest to the top of his pants. Tom held his breathe in anticipation, but Kirstin only ripped her own shirt and returned to kiss him. Tom sighed in frustration but he was too turned on to protest. Kirstin took Tom's hands and placed them on her breasts.
"You don't have to be a good boy anymore." she whispered to him.
Tom smiled at thin air and flipped her over.
"If you say so." he said through a smile. He expertly unbuttoned her pants while kissing her and flung them off in one quick motion. He kissed along her jaw line and down to her neck. She moaned softly as he kissed the valley between her breasts. As Tom continued to caress her body like he had always dreamed about, Kirstin's mind was on other things as the shots of tequila that she had before were starting to wear off.
'Why did Ashley break up with Jen?' she thought to herself 'And now, the same day we had that conversation at the coffee shop?' Kirstin was still a little tipsy but it finally snapped 'Oh my god, what if he broke up with her because of that conversation at the coffee shop? No, he wouldn't. Would he?' Kirstin suddenly sat up making Tom wobble backwards.
"Kirstin, are you ok?" Tom asked reaching a hand out for her.
Kirstin grabbed a blanket off the chair next to the couch and wrapped it around herself.
"Uh yea, um Tom I can't do this." she said pulling the blanket tight.
"But why?" Tom asked standing up, "This doesn't have to do with the pip squeak at the bar does it?" Kirstin sighed.
"No! I mean, I don't know, it might." her temper was getting the best of her "But I don't see why that is factor."
Tom looked shocked. "I thought you really liked me so yeah, it is a factor and you even called me your boyfriend and were all over me." Tom sounded hurt. Kirstin didn't wanna do that to him.
"Tom, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry if I did, but tonight's just not good." she said "Maybe some other time."
She walked to the door and opened it. Tom grabbed his shirt and walked out of the apartment without another word.
Kirstin closed the door. She sat there, leaning against the door. She had her head in the middle of her knees. It hadn't been a good night. Tom was hurt, she was hurt and she probably hurt Ashley at the bar.
"What am I gonna do now?" she wondered, clueless.
Chapter 10
3 months had gone by. After what happened between Kirstin and Tom that night, she had never seen him again. She didn't want too. She was ashamed of herself. And he never went after her, mostly because he didn't have her phone number and didn't know what to say if he was to show up at her door.
Kirstin kept her routine: home to college – college to work – work to home. And the 'Thursday Nights' were also kept as part of the routine. She and Grace had to find somewhere else to go because Kirstin didn't wanna see Tom. No need to say that Grace was not at all happy with how things turned out to be. Kirstin still had her fun with the 'Thursday Guys' every week and very often things would end up at her place. It was the choice she had made to help herself forget about Ashley. And it was working pretty well. Sometimes it just felt like a bad dream to Kirstin.
Ashley had spent the past 3 months trying to put everything behind him and go on with his life. A little after the night at 'Inferno' things were pretty messed up in Ashley's head. He ended a 5-month relationship with a great girl so he could be with the girl he really loved. But things didn't go as planned and he was left pretty hurt. Day after day, he would expect Kirstin's call. At every hour he would check his cell phone to make sure it was on. But she never called. It was starting to interfere on his job, so he managed to put things behind him at least while working, but when he was lying in bed, trying to sleep, with his eyes closed, it was Kirstin's face he would see. But time was the best medicine for Ashley and her face eventually started to fade away.
"Excuse me, sir."
"Kirstin, please, come in." Mr. Goodman, a short, bald guy in his mid forties and with a really friendly face pointed a chair in front of his desk so Kirstin would sit.
"Did you wanna see me, sir?"
"Yes, I did. It's about your job here." Kirstin got a bit worried. She couldn't afford to lose her job there. It would be too difficult for her to find other job in that area. With a worried look upon her face, she said:
"Yes…"
"Oh, don't worry, it's a good thing." Mr. Goodman had a smile on his face. Kirstin felt relieved. He continued. "Actually, not that good. Because you don't work for me anymore."
"What? But, sir, I can't…" Kirstin tried to say but was cut off by Mr. Goodman.
"Kirstin, relax. You don't work for me anymore because I got you something better. It's like a promotion."
"What?" she was surprised. She did not see that coming.
"Yeah, well, you've been working on filling for almost 2 years now, it was about time for you to move on. It wouldn't be fair to you for me to keep you here forever. So I put a good word on you for this man in charge of editing this show and he wants you to work for him now."
"Oh my God! Editing? Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. But, as you are still in college, he can only hire you as an assistant."
"That's not a problem. Not at all."
"Good. So here's his card. I don't know the details so you'll have to call him. You finish things here today and that's your last day filing."
"Oh Mr. Goodman, thank you so much, I don't even know how to thank you."
"Don't mention. You are a great girl, a hard worker and you'll be missed... But you deserve it."
"Oh thank you for your kindness, sir."
They shook hands and Kirstin left the office still thanking him while leaving. She was so hyped. Editing was big. At least for her, still a college student, editing was huge.
"So, you got the big news, I suppose." Marge said from behind her desk when she saw the big smile on Kirstin's face.
"You knew?"
"Of course I knew! I know everything that goes on around here. Congratulations, honey." Marge got out of her chair to give Kirstin a hug.
"Thank you. I am kinda sad I'm gonna have to leave you and Mr. Goodman though. You are great people."
"Oh, don't worry about us. We're gonna be just fine. And so are you. And we are gonna be just some floors away."
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks." Kirstin said giving Marge another hug "Well, let me get back to work so I can finish things here and go home to talk to his guy here." she said holding up the card she had in his hands.
"Ok dear. But come visit me every time you can alright?"
"I sure will. Thanks Marge. For everything. You're so sweet."
"Oh dear, you too."
"Well… bye then."
"Goodbye."
Kirstin rushed to finish things there. When she was done, she went straight to her house to call Andrew Jackson, the editing guy.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Andrew Jackson?"
"Yeah, who is it?"
"Hi, my name is Kirstin. I work, well, I used to work for Mr. Goodman at MTV. He told me you wanted me to work for you."
"Oh Kirstin. Of course. Hi! Yeah, I need someone to start working right away and Goodman told me good things about you and your work. Can you come meet me tomorrow so we can talk better about your job?"
"Yes, of course. Where should I meet you?" she said getting a piece of paper and a pen.
"Well, it can be here at MTV. I'm on the 10th floor. Is 3 o'clock good for you?"
"Yes."
"Good. So 3 it is. And when you get to the floor
, just ask anybody for Andrew Jackson and someone will tell you where you can find me. You'll see things on the 10th floor are a bit different from where you used to work." he led out a little laughter. So did Kirstin.
"Well, that's fine with me."
"Great, so we'll meet tomorrow."
"Ok, thank you Mr. Jackson."
"Oh no! Please, call me Andy."
"Alright. Thank you Andy."
"No problem. Bye."
Kirstin was so happy she would scream. And she did. Things were starting to work for her. At least in the job department that was.
THE NEXT DAY
At 3 o'clock sharp, Kirstin got out of the elevator at the 10th floor. As Andrew said, things were different there. Completely different. There were people coming and going, people holding piles of tapes, papers, things were hectic there. She stopped a Japanese guy who was holding a cup of coffee and didn't seem in as much of a rush as the rest of the people there.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Andrew Jackson's office?"
"Yeah, it's right over… actually, I'm going that way. Follow me."
"Thank you."
Kirstin passed a corridor with a lot of rooms and those that had the doors opened, Kirstin tried to take a peak at them. She saw a lot of TV monitors, headphones, VCRs and tables with a lot of buttons on them. Kirstin was so excited. This was exactly the kind of job she wanted after graduating. To work behind the scenes and in a place with laid-back people, where you don't have to worry about what clothes to put on to go to work, where you don't have to wear suits and formal cloths ever.
The Japanese guy stopped and said:
"I'm staying here, but Andy's office is 2 doors away, right there." – he pointed this office that had its door closed.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Kirstin knocked on Andrew's door. When she heard a 'Come on in' from inside, she opened the door.
"Andrew Jackson?" she asked from the door to a guy that had his hand covering the phone speaker.
"Yes. Are you Kirstin?" Kirstin nodded "Please, come in. Sit. This will only take a second." he pointed to the phone.
Kirstin closed the door and sat. It was a small office. Just a desk, a computer, some chairs and 2 filing cabinets. And Andrew was nothing like she expected him to be. By his voice, she expected to see someone in his late thirties, but Andrew looked like he was in his late twenties. He was pretty cute. Short blonde hair, green eyes, 'Really cute' she thought.
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