Dallas after Dark
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Unfortunately for Scott when she comes forward his arm goes back. I’m sure in some part of my brain I realize it’s an accident but now, right now all I know is the sound of Ramona shrieking as his hand catches her in the face.(Final mistake) I hit him, he swings back. I faintly hear Ramona’s screams of protest and the gasps from the crowd that have gathered from the club over the roar of blood in my head. I am poised to hit Scott again when we are separated. Some guys I know pull me away and told me to cool off, they told Scott to leave. I break away going to Ramona. I ask her to go sit and talk with me in my car.
The walk through the parking lot of on-lookers is a little awkward but I am relieved to be with her. I unlock the car and open the passenger door for her. Once we are both seated inside I’m unsure how to start talking, what to say. Ramona isn’t.
“I saw you.” She says not looking at me. “I saw you with that dark haired woman. I saw her kissing you.”
I’m surprised and caught off guard by her words. I didn’t even know she was there until I saw her on the dance floor. My face is hot with shame. The woman is no one.
“She is nobody Ramona. She is just drunk and doesn’t take the answer no well.” I say trying to explain.
“You didn’t seem to mind. Why did you stop playing and come out here anyway?”
I can hear the insecurity and disbelief in her voice. It breaks my heart a little.
“I don’t know. I did it without thinking. I lost it when Scott kissed you.”
“I did too! I told him we could only be friends. I told him I wanted to see where things went with you.” Ramona suddenly stops talking.
I can’t help but be amused by her obvious embarrassment. I do my best not to smile.
“I want the same thing Ramona. I want to see where things go too.”
“Really?” She asks her doe eyes bright.
I nod, smiling. Ramona holds out her hand and I clasp it inside mine. Leaning forward slowly; I can smell her perfume, so intoxicating. Her lips taste sweet like some kind of berry.
“Will you stay until the end of the night and let me drive you home?” I ask her.
“Yes, I’d like that.” She says smiling.
“Let’s go in, I bet everyone is anxious for the band to start again.” I say feeling concerned about what’s going on in the club.
“I hope you aren’t going to be in any trouble.”
We walk inside hand in hand. I hope we can enter unnoticed but that is not what happens. Instead the crowd cheers and claps. The lead singer announces loudly from the stage, “We’ve been waiting for you!”
To my surprise my return to the bar and that stage are not as awkward as I thought it was going to be. Everyone is happy, well almost everyone.
Chapter Eight
Ramona
The mood of the bar is raucous when we enter. It’s like all the other men felt the same rush of testosterone and adrenaline Jesse did when he ran out to fight Scott. They all cheer and shout at Jesse in revelry. I’m not sure what to make of the woman. Most of them are smiling but there are a few small groups that don’t look thrilled to see me walking in on Jesse’s arm. I head to find a seat at the bar when Jesse goes back to the stage. Colored lights flash in patterns on the stage over the band as the music starts. The crowd is rowdy and loud from all the excitement. Bodies press against each other and the stage. Woman dance wildly to the fast paced song turning their liquor to sweat and men raise their fists in the air. From my seat at one of the bar stools I scan the room for the dark haired woman from earlier. I didn’t get a very good look at her face though so I doubt I will be successful. It’s just my jealousy and curiosity getting the best of me.
Spinning my stool back to face the bar I gaze at their selection of adult beverages on the back wall. When one of the bartenders finally makes his way over to me I order a raspberry martini. While I idly sip my pretty drink a woman behind the bar catches my eye, dark hair…check, big fake boobs…check, giving me an evil look…check. Why does she look familiar? It feels like I’ve seen that glare before. The woman starts walking up to me looking like she is far less than pleased with my presence. Such a familiar stare…Lexi!
“He does this all the time you know?” Lexi says sneering.
“What?” I say narrowing my eyes. I don’t know what she is talking about but I really don’t like her tone.
“Jesse, he always takes girls like you home. Actually I guess with you he didn’t even take you home just to the parking lot.” Lexi says looking pleased.
I try to keep my face neutral to her hateful words. She is just jealous I’m sure. She must be the one that kissed him. She kissed him and he ran after me.
“You’re nothing special. He doesn’t care about you. He acts like he cares until he gets what he wants and then he drops you, hard.” Lexi adds before walking away.
Refusing to let her nasty mouth ruin my night or my opinion of Jesse I push all of her words out of my head. Who the hell is she? She is just mad that Jesse doesn’t care about her. Yeah, that’s what I choose to believe. In the middle of my stewing I notice the music has stopped. I look out at the stage and I can see Jesse and the lead singer talking away from the mics. Tilting my head back I finish my martini and bite the raspberries off the toothpick sitting in the glass. All at once a bright light shines on me temporarily making it hard to see. A familiar deep voice announces loudly, “The next song will be sung by a beautiful and talented local artist I’m sure a lot of you have seen around but never on the stage, my girlfriend Ramona!” The crowd explodes into cheers and whistles.
It was Jesse speaking. Did he say girlfriend? Wait. Did he say I am singing? My breath and pulse quicken. I’m excited and nervous about singing in front of so many people. I’m overjoyed that Jesse called me up to the stage as his girlfriend.
“Come on up Ramona! We are waiting.”
Before heading to the stage I turn back to the bar and motion for Lexi to come over. When she approaches me I lean over the bar and say in her ear, “I guess it’s just you he doesn’t care about. Remember, jealousy is the ugliest thing a girl can wear.”
Smiling as I turn and head to the stage I have goose bumps. As a little girl we dream of growing up into a beautiful woman. We wonder what kind of person we will become what kind of man we will love or that will love us. We dream of doing something big of being someone great, never realizing we already are.
The End
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Brielle Harlow lives and loves in Dallas Texas. As a creative and sexual person that absolutely loves the written word Brielle enjoys combing these aspects of her personality in the form of steamy stories. All of her stories are works of fiction.
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