Part 1

My glass clinks onto the bar. It's always the worst now. The after break-up scene. Luckily I'm still a college student. It gives me a better come back rate. This is Reason number 1 why not to date... guys are idiots. The bitterness bubbles under my skin. It's not like this club brings any solace. It's better than the frat parties. Here I can be sure not to do anything I'll mistake. My friends aren't here but the bartender knows me well. That says a lot...

'Hey... what's your name?'

I glance at the guy now sitting next to me. He's brave, no one approaches me usually. It's one of those unspoken things around here. The guy has spiked hair and I swear he's wearing eyeliner. His look is actually my favorite amongst guy fashion. He is not even looking at me. Either he is full of himself or he is nervous. I arch my eyebrow and take a sip of my martini. The bartender Evan comes around and asks him what he wants to drink. The guy instantly rattles out whiskey. I wonder if he's a heavy drinker? I hope not. Usually guys who drink heavily can be abusive. Take it from experience.

'Not Saying.'

My answer is sweet and dry. It leaves no room for a conversation. It's better if he gives up now.

'So what's your type?'

I snort and stare at him. Finally he looks at me, the lights seem to dim more. It gets this creepy heavy atmosphere. He has bright blue eyes which contrast his dark hair. My eyes lower and I smile involuntarily.

'Wouldn't you like to know.'

Maybe I'm being to harsh. I don't want in a new relationship now. He should take the signals and leave. My constitute might weaken with the amount of alcohol I have gulped down.

'Fine, where do you live? Or who do you live with?'

What's with the personal questions? I smile and remember this joke from highschool. It should stop his questions. His questions make me think he's a stalker.

'I live in a lesbian harem. We have this pact to not seperate unless...'

I stop and rub my chin. I like teasing people the most. It's a fun hobby. See the whole reason this whole joke came around was because of my friends. It was used to deter people we didn't like and served as a inside joke. We talked about a lot of weird things then. I kind of miss that. The guy seems shocked but is still sitting here.

'Unless...?'

He seems a little to eager. Although I must admit this is lifting my spirits. At least I can find some joy right now.

'Unless we found three hot emo guys, it was one for each of us.'

I tilt my head and smile. He should have left by now. Instead he smiles back at me and clasps his fingers together. There is one thing I did forget to mention was that well personally... what mattered much more than that was the person in general. He doesn't need to know that.

'How fortunate... I have two friends.'

I purse my lips, this is not pleasing at all. He is really full of himself isn't he. He raises his eyebrows in a I think mock seduction act. It's not working buddy just leave. I wrinkle my forehead and try to think of something else.

'Yet if you don't want to talk...'

He stands up and shrugs his shoulders. He is a bit egotistical isn't he. I don't think I like him at all. He walks away his head raised high. He tries to not care but I think I hurt his feeling. Mwahahaha! See how evil i can be... I smirk a little at the joke. Truth is I'm not mean but somehow it comes off that way. That was just one strange conversation. A little to personal for my liking.
I look back at the bartender. He seems as confused as I am. He chugs the whiskey down that was meant for the weird guy. I can't let myself be interested. Why should I be interested in... never mind.
The presence of someone else shrouds my thoughts. I turn to see who is invading my personal space. This guy is a little different much more longer hair... he is dressed like the other weird guy. I have a feeling they are friends. Oh great he'll be just as weird.

'Can we talk?'

I shrug my shoulders. He can talk... whether I choose to listen doesn't matter. It depends on how he begins.

'My friend Jeremiah is having problems now. His girlfriend recently broke up with him.'

I don't see why this is my problem. I'm not his friend and I certainly don't want to know him.

'She wanted to further their relationship. He did not...'

So there are guys like that who exist? They are probably all weird... Either he is just one weird guy or he is well not interested in women? So then again why is it my problem?

'See he has this vow he won't have sex with anyone other than his first love. Which was during elementary school.'

I arch my eyebrow. Is he serious? He may never find that person. Does he know how likely hat is to happen? There is such a slim chance that it is almost impossible. So then why would he be talking to me anyway?

'Yes he's a virgin. Probably just like you.'

I choke on my drink. My face flashes red, that is really personal. I don't want some weird guy to know anything about me especially something so... so...

'Anyway, we just want him to have fun. I hear you have some friends though...'

Is he playing matchmaker? How creepy...

'So please give him a chance. Oh and can I have one of your friends numbers?'

He can't be serious? I close my eyes feeling them knit together. I don't want to have a discussion with him. I don't want to be here anymore. When I open my eyes irritation hits me.

'No I can not give you my friends number.'

I almost say a few other things but I refrain with some luck. There is no doubt she would be interested in him. Yet his attitude is a turn off. His face pleads me.

'Please... I promise to be nice.'

I stare him down. I'll let my friend decide. It would be easier that way.

'Can you give me your number. I'll let her decide.'

He shrugs his shoulders and turns around. I can see him put his thumbs up. Oh great... I think I just created a huge mess.

'Maybe I should take a picture as well.'

It would give me photo evidence if anything weird happens. I tilt my head trying to get a good view behind him. A figure moves...

'Fine with me.'

He rattles off a number before I can see what exactly is behind him. I take a note of it quickly. Then I switch over and snap a picture.

'You don't suppose my friend could also give you his number for a different friend?'

My other friend can be a bit more picky. Which is understandable considering her ex's. I shrug my shoulders and watch as another guy comes out of nowhere. It's like a magic how many weird guys can pop out from the darkness? He seems more quiet than the other two. That might go well with my friends personality.

'This is Wen.'

Wen smiles timidly. Such a weird gesture for a guy. The other unnamed guy chatters off Wen's number. How strange his friend should memorize his number. I take a picture of Wen and catalog him for my friend. The guy from the beginning walks up. I knew they were friends.

'So what about you?'

Jeremiah is talking to Wen in a quiet voice. I feel strange surrounded by guys. Especially such cute ones... My find feels a little wavy.

'Huh?'

His question flew past me. I was busy observing the other two. I should probably pay more attention.

'Any interesting stories?'

I narrow my eyes then look away. I have quite a few interesting stories. Yet one of them could scare them all off. Maybe I will settle with a little less shocking one.

'Why are all guys idiots?'

I ask my question which sounds like it came out of the blue. He blinks and then looks at Jeremiah for guidance. Jeremiah steps in to save his friend. He starts talking to me rapidly.

'Not all guys are idiots.'

I smirk and look directly behind him. The bartender seems interested now. He finishes cleaning the table and leaves my view.

'I beg to differ. In all my relationships it's been the same idiotic behaviour. Except one.'

There was only one relationship that did not turn out horrible. Of course that is such a long time ago... it's amazing I remember it at all.

'What was that?'

I cross my legs trying to stay focused. I think the alcohol is setting in. This will not be pretty in a few minutes.

'My first boyfriend which was a really long time ago. Of course I moved away so it never had a chance in the first place.'

The martini is making me talk. I'll blame it on that for now. I blink my eyes trying to focus on what is in front of me.

'Did you go to Manchester Elementary?'

Jeremiah seems anxious for some reason. The mame of my old school bring back few memories. Not many of them in the least enjoyable. It was more pure torture than anything going to that school.

'How'd you know?'

I reach behind me and grab my refilled glass. The guys exchange this look. Oh great what now?

'Do you remember anything from then?'

I suck down the martini and think. Well that could take a lot of thought.

'No.'

At the moment I can't remember much. I shold go home. Well technically back to my dorm...

'Can I give you my number?'

I shrug my shoulders and hand him my phone. I don't feel like punching in the numbers right now. I want to get up and move... my legs are starting to fall asleep. I kind of feel off balance though. Something's not right. I mean with the questions he is asking me... or all of it. I can't recall anything.
Suddenly it hits me. I grab Jeremiah's shoulders and look him in the eye. It can't be possible...

'You're...'

Luckily my words aren't slurred yet. Jeremiah smiles and hands me my phone. It can't be possible.

'Yep...'

I think I might be sick. Yet involuntarily I hug him... I don't remember much. At least much about my first boyfriend. Wait am I his first love?

'Will you go out with me... again?'

I nod my head quickly. It looks like the pact is broken. I think it's kind of worth it.

Part 2

I slip the ribbon into my hair. I hate my night job. I feel like I'm every pedofiles wet dream. Or would Lolita be better. It's so creepy to even think of. It's not my fault I look so young. This job is corrupting my mind! I hit my head against the wall lightly. Once I get enough money I can quit and leave. Why must they dress me up? I slip the skirt on and turn making sure my valuables are covered properly. I sigh and open the door. At least I found a job as a waitress. It could be worse. Much worse actually.
I look around and see our usual customer hugging this guy. There are two others around him trying to avert their eyes. The woman usually comes in after a guy dumps her. She comes off a little rough around the edges. I hope that guy is not after a easy target. In any case I'll just walk away. This whole place makes me sick. People trying to forget themselves, it's just horrible. Not to mention I have to fend off some weird people.

'Hey... you can I have a beer?'

I turn to see one of the tables is occupid already. Three guys sit there probably business men. They have that middle aged pervert look. I know that look well. They love my look... or at least the ones who come in here. It is so creepy. I nod my head at the slicked blonde hair guy. He looks greasy not my taste. I scribble his order on the notepad in from my pocket. If I don't write it down I'll forget. The last thing I want is to have to ask him what he wanted... again. I shift my gaze to the guy next to him. His hair is flopped over his face. He is either asleep or already drunk. He mumbles to his companion. I'll go with already drunk. He has nice features as far as I can tell. Nice physique... If he has a good personality I wouldn't mind.

'He'll have a scotch on the rocks.'

The blonde greasy guy smiles as he points to his dark black haired companion. The last guy fidgets as I look at him. His hair looks frizzy... and orange? He is a little less well built than the other two but not so bad. I probably wouldn't go there, yet Ish might. Then again Ish goes everywhere.

'I'll have a draft...'

I arch my eyebrow at his outburst. I finish by asking them if they want anythign else. When none of them answer I smile sweetly and walk away. I hang around people who are whores and serve drunks. It's a nice life I snort and hand the bartender the list. He knows I never go near alcohol. There is just one to many stories for that. My family was a bunch of drunken idiots. So casually I stay away from the stuff... going down that path is not for me. I stand up against the bar ledge and smooth out the skin on my forehead.

'You got more MAP's today?'

I sigh and nod my head. MAP stands for middle-aged perv's. I know its a stereotype but you wouldn't believe how many I run into. Especially at this job. We say that because the majority of our customers are perverts. You have to distinguish them in some form.

'More will come later I suppose.'

I smile at him and take the tray. I am glad that my shift is now instead of later. My shift always seems to go by so much faster when there is somethign to distract me. I glance up and see Ish stroll up. She nods her head and blows a kiss at Ev. She loves joking and well many other things.

'How's it goin' baby?'

I swing aroudn and close one eye. I bring my finer thoughfully to my lips. Then I grin and motion behind me. She laughs and slaps my shoulder. My arm jostles forward but I keep my balance.
I stroll back to the weird guys table. I swing my hips thoughtfully while smiling. On approaching I see that greasy is flicking orang. The floppy haired one is leaning back in his chair. Bloodshot eyes, but still a pretty blue. He seems tired... I set the drinks down in front of them and ask if they need anything else. None of them answer... the floppy haired one is watching me as I go through this routine. I lower my eyes and walk away. Why is he watching me? It makes me feel self conscious. Once I get close enough to Ish I motion again.

'Is he still watching me?'

I mouth this at her. She looks behind me and nods her head yes. Seriously? Why? I grumble a little and set the tray on the bar.

'So you interested?'

I look at Ish unbelievably. She smiles and flips her blonde hair around her shoulder. Ish should be a supermodel. I told her that once because some customer was talking about it. She just scoffed at it... then mumbled in some other language.

'No... well a little but that's not why I asked that. He's drunk and was watching me... it's creepy.'

She smiles and tilts her head. I can tell she is looking at him. I figured she would mention how I often abuse the word creepy.

'Say that for yourself. If a gorgeous guy like that were watching me...'

She let's her sentence drop and bites her lip. I know how it would have ended. She'd jump him. At least we agree on one point, he is handsome. I roll my eyes and swat her with my notepad. Out of everyone I know she's got to be the horniest. She looks at me innocently.

'Well isn't it true?'

I roll my eyes again and walk around her. As I said before she goes everywhere and anywhere. The only thing I'll miss about this place is the people I've met. You have to admit they are pretty intresting. They are lively and keep me from falling asleep.

'Well actually you can have the drunk. I'll take the redhead.'

I look at Ish who is eyeing the orange one hungrily. I grin at her letting her know I knew that's the one she'd target. She gives me a dirty look and walks into the back. Her shift starts in half an hour. She comes early to find her targets for the night. The girl y the bar stumbles but is caught by the guy next to her. The guys two friends leave before them. Even though the girl can be whiny I feel I should check the situation.
I block their path and raise my eyebrow. She's clearly drunk, or drugged. He could be taking advantage of her.

'What's going on here?'

The girl loks at me and smiles. Out of the corner of my eye I see more people coming over to the bar. I frown and glare at the guy. He doesn't even blink... I don't like him.

'I'm taking her home.'

I quirk my lip. Yeah sure he's taking her home, but to who's home? To do what? I won't move unless I see sufficient proof. I must be troublesome interfering in other people's affairs. Yet I am nosey and worry needlessly about people. As much as the girl aggravates me I can't let anything happen to her. She's still a child... I say this even though I'm only a year or two older than her. I think it's because of her attitude. She thinks she is tough and clearly can not handle things as well as she thinks or wishes.

'Is fine... he's a old friend.'

I narrow my gaze. Old friend... let me guess from middle school or younger. Says he has a long lost love and is still waiting for her. Probably just happened to meet here of all places. Like I'm going to believe that. Especially since he and his story fit the ring of mysterious murders around here. I'll play along for now, only until I can get Evan's attention. I slip my hand into my pocket to find my phone. I rock back on my heels. Got to look casual.

'Old Friend... Maria you never mentioned you had any friends who came here.'

I smile at the guy and look behind him. So far no one's become suspicious. I think y smile lets him know that I'm onto him.

'Yeah he's an old friend from elementary school. I can't believe we met here.'

I smile... gotcha. The guy seems to be angry now. He shifts his weight as if to run. He grabs her arm quickly... is he going to grab her and run? He thinks he'll get away how cute. I may seem young and weak trust me I'm not. My hand reaches out to his arm. I clasp tightly and grind my teeth. Another reason why I don't like working late.

'Where are you going? Don't you realize you've lost.'

I flash him a smile showing off my teeth. He shudders and lets go of Maria. I yell over at Evan for some help. He shakes his head as he walks over. He seems sad and disappointed. He must have saw the whole situation from where he was at. So he can fill in the details I missed.

'He's that murderer right?'

I nod my head in confirmation. I see Ish walk out from the back. She is obviously not surprised. It's amazing how a few things said can communicate between us. Ish is already on the phone dialing the police. Marai seems confused, well of course she is. He must have put somthign in her drink. She's never this bad.

'The coppers are on the way.'

Ish walks closer twirling her finger around in a whoop-de-doo motion. She stops and stares at teh guy. She giggles and leans in closer as if to examine him.

'How can you even trick girls. Your positively hideous.'

She practically shouts this out. As I said she should have been a model. She has that attitude.

'Isn't your shift over?'

I glance at the clock and realize I should have clocked out. I start to protest but Ish nudges me. She winks and says she'll watch him. I have no doubt she'll torture him. It does not feel like I've been here that long. I shrug my shoulders and head to the back. So is a day in my life.I take the ribbon from my hair and dress down. It's so nice being in my own clothes. I glance in the mirror and leave.
As I pass Ish she smiles. She shouts something at me but I don't catch it. I smile back at her and wave my hand. I only have to endure this for a little while longer. My shoes tap against the pavement. A light flickers in the distance. I round the corner to the bike rack. My house is not far from here. It's just a temporary residence. I hear a tink and glance casually behind me. I catch a glimpse of a shadow and smirk.

'Even though you caught only one person you didn't get me...'

I turn around to see where the voice is coming from but nothing is there. This person is really going cliqued. If he's going to do something at least get it over with. I turn back around and there he is. The drunk cute guy stands there fully aware of what's going on. I should be confused but I'm not. I should have expected this from the start. So was this part of a plan?

'So you gonna kill me? Or am I going to wait for old age?'

I don't know why but I'm not afraid. I almost welcome this. He chuckles and I feel something connect with my skull. Black surrounds me and I feel the cold pavement meet my face. Well the suffering is done now. I hear someone's voice whispering sweet remarks in my ear. Please be the angel of death... Please Let this end with me. There is no one after me who will have to know the pain of my family. I can feel my mind relax slowly. Weird specks start floating around from nowhere. It will end eventually...

Impressum

Texte: Me
Lektorat: Aljano
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.03.2012

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