I'm soo excited about this one! I loved it, I nursed it to life, and I watched it grow... ha only slightly kidding on that! :)
This is a rough copy and although I have gone through it once with edits I know it is probably still chalk-full of them.
Fated Teaser #2!!!!!!!!
The week came and went faster
than I wanted it to and it was Saturday, the dreaded, fifteenth before I knew it.
I am again slouched in my char looking out the window out onto the beautiful
ocean that sat in my horizon. It is calming. I hear a light tapping on my door
and it opens. I look up to see Marsi standing in the dark looking at me with a
sullen face.
“Hey, Soph,” she says looking
down at her hands, “How are you doing?”
I don’t answer her but simply
look to the window and shrug my shoulders.
“Alright,” she says silently and
turns on her heal to walk out of the bedroom back out into the light of the
hallway. I didn’t see the need with turning on my light today. I think that
before she leaves I hear her mumble a, “I’m so sorry, Soph.”
I am sitting on my balcony a few
hours later, still not a light on in my entire room, when I hear my door open
again and I look over to the direction that Mar is in, “Get up,” she says
slightly smiling.
“What?” I ask almost confused by
her change in attitude.
“Get up, we’re going out.” She
demands.
“I do-don’t want to.” I tell her
quietly.
“You are not sitting in here,
wallowing in your own self-pity. You are going to get up, put on the sexiest
thing that you can find in your ridiculously expensive wardrobe, and we are
going to go out and have fun.” I walk over to my bed and sit down.
“Mar, I’m really not feeling up
to this,” I look down at my feet, “Can’t I just stay here.”
“No, now get up, we are going to
go meet a few of my friends out in town and have fun. MOVE IT!” she turns and
before she leaves the room she adds, “You are not going to let fucking Joe ruin
one more day of your life. We are young, we are going to act like it,” she finishes
and walks out of my room slamming the door.
I begrudgingly get up off of the
bed and head for the shower. I am supposed to dress sexy. I’m not even sure if
I remember what that looks like.
I pull myself out of the shower,
blow drying my hair, and straightening it, so that it falls straight down my
back. I walk into my closet with my towel pulled tightly around my body. I pull
out of the mess of clothing that I have managed to get around to putting up
this week, a short white BCBG dress that hugs my body just right, and then I
pull out a pair of hot pink heels. I walk out of my bedroom well after the sun
has set and Marsi looks over to me and smiles.
“Perfect,” she stands up and she
looks simply stunning as well. I love how she likes to mock my wardrobe, but yet
I’m pretty sure that her outfit is more expensive than mine. We pull up to a club
and I watch at Mar gets out and then motions for me to follow. I worry that we
won’t be able to get in, but she bypasses the line and walks right up to the
bouncer.
“Marsi,” I hear him say as he
reaches down to hug her.
“Hi, Daryl, this is my sister,
Sophie.” I smile politely at him.
“Oh, Sophie, it’s a pleasure to
finally meet you.” I am completely take a back when he hugs me and Mar just
looks to me, smiles, and shrugs.
“Nice to meet you too,” I
struggle back to say to him. Daryl lets us into the club a second later and I
lean over to Mar, “How do you know him?” and she laughs.
“His brother had to get surgery
last year, he was impressed with me, I guess, and told me to come by here, I
did and I have been coming here ever since,” I laugh about this, my sister, the
club hopper. I look down, “Come on,” she says to me, “let’s go dance.”
“Aren’t your friends coming?” I
ask her.
“Yeah, but they won’t be here
for a little while.” She pulls me to the dance floor.
We danced for half an hour
before Mar saw her friends walk in and she went over to them. I stayed on the
dance floor for another ten minutes, releasing every bit of built up tension
that I had in my body. When I finally stop I walk over to the bar for another
drink. I motion for a round and the guy smiles to me, he is cute but seems too
sweet, maybe I could get a bartending job… no, I won’t like to work in a place
that I could be having fun at.
“You know, you clean up really
nice,” I hear in my ear and even though it has been two weeks since I have
heard that voice, and I have only ever heard it that one night, I know who it
is. I turn my head slowly and look up at the man that I met at the Applebee’s,
“I almost didn’t recognize you in that dress, you know without the oversized
sweater.” I am blown away, is he hitting on me, “But I couldn’t help but watch
you out there.” He says nodding his head behind him to the dance floor.
“Are you stalking me,” I smirk
back to him as my drinks are sat down on the bar and I throw a shot of tequila
back. He laughs a little and rubs his hand across the back of his neck.
“No, I should be asking you that
thought since I’m the one that lives here.” He smiles at me, oh that smile. I
was already a sucker for it and I barely knew the man.
“Well, I do too, now. Remember I
was moving.” He grins a little and I notice his head cocks to the side and his
face falls a bit.
“It’s the fifteenth, isn’t it?”
I nod my head in a response to him, taking the biggest sip from my straw as I
see Mar walking over to me. Mid-sip I watch her as she walks to my side.
“Soph, there you are… oh, I see
that you have met Austin, he’s the lawyer that I was telling you about.” Which
causes me to spit out my drink which manages to land on him, of course he’s the
womanizer.
“You’re Sophie.” I nod my head
and he shakes his, “Of course you’re Sophie.” I’m not sure what that is
supposed to mean but he gets up and Mar locks her arm in mine and motions us
back to the table, helping with my drinks as we walk over.
“Of course he would seek you out
here.” I want to tell her that we met before this, “Don’t worry though I told
him that you’re off limits.”
“Why?” I ask her quietly.
“Because
you’re my sister, and he’s never going to change his ways,” she says and I sigh
a little, “Oh, Soph I know he is incredibly gorgeous, but he’s terrible for
every woman that comes into his life. He has had his car windshield smashed on
more than one occasion.” I’m not sure now if she’s keeping him away from me or
me away from him knowing that I would lose my shit and smash in his windshield
also.
