Post by Elaine Heast on Sept 29, 2014 14:31:21 GMT -8
It's a story as old and clichéd as can be, the good girl falls for the bad boy and either tries to make him good or ends up being bad herself. Truth is, I'm not sure who the bad one is in this story, I went looking for trouble, and I found it. Does that make him the bad one or me?
I chose the bar because it had a seedy reputation and I thought I’d see what the other side of the tracks looked like. I’d dressed the way I thought a tough girl would and only later learned how far from the truth I was. Not a thing I had on cost under $200 and those were my earrings, I was being ridiculous and everyone there knew it.
Giles Ambrose came in like a tornado, the thundering noise of the bikes and a whirlwind of bodies. His boys whooped and hollered, ordering their drinks in a yell instead of a normal ton. The bartender clapped him on the back and slid him a shot, his crew always ran up a bar bill when they came through and always made good on it. Giles tossed back the shot, winced at the burn and thumped his fist on the bar.
There was something about him, a self assurance and cockiness that I’d never possessed and I knew this is what I’d been looking for. He watched his men racking up balls on the pool table as he sipped a beer. I smoothed my hair, licked my lips and tried to think tough girl. Things never go the way you play them out in your head, I saw myself getting over there and saying something witty instead I stood two feet away and ordered another beer.
After a couple minutes of trying to steel up my resolve he turned around and looked me in the eye, “conversations usually start with hi, hello or something along those lines.”
I practically choked on my beer and then did the hottest thing ever, I stammered “um uh..” and tried to look everywhere in the room but at him.
It was like I was a piece of bloody meat being dangled in front of a shark, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and gave me a broad grin. “I think you might be in the wrong place, something as sweet as you doesn’t belong here.”
I looked took a long pull from my beer and coughed yeah, I was really tough. “Where should I be then,” I managed while blushing.
He took another step closer to me “probably in whatever sorority you came from, I’m sure its safer for you there. A girl like you could get in a lot of trouble in a place like this.”
I looked up at him, his comment re-igniting my resolve “that is the reason I’m here, I’m tired of safe.”
Giles laughed at that and shot me a mischievous grin, “well, how about we see how you like a bit of danger?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door yelling over his shoulder “I’ll be back in a few.”
A couple of the guy let out catcalls as Giles wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me outside. He walked me over to his bike and tossed a helmet at me, to my credit, I actually managed to catch it. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”
I put the helmet on and shook my head, he straddled the bike and held out a hand, “lets change that then.”
He pulled me toward him and and I awkwardly settled myself behind him. As he started the bike I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held my breath. He rolled forward slowly and once we were out of the parking lot took off as fast as he could. I later found out his plan was to scare me into going home, but it didn’t work. I let out a squeal of excitement as the wind whipped past my face and the bike’s engine roared between my thighs. I’d never experienced anything so liberating in my life.
We didn’t go far, just onto the highway and around the city for a bit. When he pulled into the bar’s parking lot I pulled off the helmet and when Giles looked back at me, I kissed him hard. He pulled back not expecting it and when I pulled away thinking it was unwanted he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him. His lips were firm and cold from the night air, or so I thought at the time, but he knew how to use them.
That was how it all started, my life on the road.
I chose the bar because it had a seedy reputation and I thought I’d see what the other side of the tracks looked like. I’d dressed the way I thought a tough girl would and only later learned how far from the truth I was. Not a thing I had on cost under $200 and those were my earrings, I was being ridiculous and everyone there knew it.
Giles Ambrose came in like a tornado, the thundering noise of the bikes and a whirlwind of bodies. His boys whooped and hollered, ordering their drinks in a yell instead of a normal ton. The bartender clapped him on the back and slid him a shot, his crew always ran up a bar bill when they came through and always made good on it. Giles tossed back the shot, winced at the burn and thumped his fist on the bar.
There was something about him, a self assurance and cockiness that I’d never possessed and I knew this is what I’d been looking for. He watched his men racking up balls on the pool table as he sipped a beer. I smoothed my hair, licked my lips and tried to think tough girl. Things never go the way you play them out in your head, I saw myself getting over there and saying something witty instead I stood two feet away and ordered another beer.
After a couple minutes of trying to steel up my resolve he turned around and looked me in the eye, “conversations usually start with hi, hello or something along those lines.”
I practically choked on my beer and then did the hottest thing ever, I stammered “um uh..” and tried to look everywhere in the room but at him.
It was like I was a piece of bloody meat being dangled in front of a shark, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and gave me a broad grin. “I think you might be in the wrong place, something as sweet as you doesn’t belong here.”
I looked took a long pull from my beer and coughed yeah, I was really tough. “Where should I be then,” I managed while blushing.
He took another step closer to me “probably in whatever sorority you came from, I’m sure its safer for you there. A girl like you could get in a lot of trouble in a place like this.”
I looked up at him, his comment re-igniting my resolve “that is the reason I’m here, I’m tired of safe.”
Giles laughed at that and shot me a mischievous grin, “well, how about we see how you like a bit of danger?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door yelling over his shoulder “I’ll be back in a few.”
A couple of the guy let out catcalls as Giles wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me outside. He walked me over to his bike and tossed a helmet at me, to my credit, I actually managed to catch it. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”
I put the helmet on and shook my head, he straddled the bike and held out a hand, “lets change that then.”
He pulled me toward him and and I awkwardly settled myself behind him. As he started the bike I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held my breath. He rolled forward slowly and once we were out of the parking lot took off as fast as he could. I later found out his plan was to scare me into going home, but it didn’t work. I let out a squeal of excitement as the wind whipped past my face and the bike’s engine roared between my thighs. I’d never experienced anything so liberating in my life.
We didn’t go far, just onto the highway and around the city for a bit. When he pulled into the bar’s parking lot I pulled off the helmet and when Giles looked back at me, I kissed him hard. He pulled back not expecting it and when I pulled away thinking it was unwanted he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him. His lips were firm and cold from the night air, or so I thought at the time, but he knew how to use them.
That was how it all started, my life on the road.