In Love with The Bad Boy

NATALIE EMBER SKY Loud music boomed as it engulfed the noise of the pounding of feet against the glazed floor. Fashionably dressed youth moved their hips rhythmically to the beats. The red and green lights of the nightclub cast a dull glow on the crowd of the intoxicated individuals. Teens masked by hormones ground against each other, while some bold ones started to make out in the corners, which provided remarkably scant privacy. My only bestie, Bianca, is currently shoving her tongue into some random hot blonde's throat. While everybody was enjoying themselves, I sat unnoticed at the corner of the bar, alone, like a dumped piece of rubbish in the empty bin. Even though I loathed these lavish and useless parties, I promptly attended every one of them hoping to capture his attention, of the bad boy and my heartthrob, Dave Stone. He was the hot, rich, and handsome type—a magnet of troubles and a lover of ladies. Tall at 6'2'', Dave Stone was the embodiment of the walking Greek god. I'm just a simple girl with average features and an average height of 5'6''. I was a good girl who was loved by the teachers and my grandma. I'm neither the popular type or one of those infamous nerds; I belong to the unnoticed and the invisible group. We're the complete opposites of each other, but I was totally drawn to his evil charm. Be his smirk, the rise of his eyebrows, or his sharp tongue. I found everything about him captivating. It was just an attraction until the day he rescued me from a group of thugs. He didn't recognize me the next day, but I engraved him into my heart and soul from then. My innocent feelings for him morphed into something fatal—love and devotion intertwined with carnal desire. I did all the things a love-struck teenager would do: dressing up, stalking him, delivering love letters and homemade chocolates for the valentines day. But all my intentions were in vain; I was just one among many of his admirers. I know that my love is one-sided and forever unrequited, but looking at him with a different girl every week hurts. It stung me as if someone stabbed me in the heart. The pain lingered for a period before understanding dawned on me. It didn't take much time for me to realize that my normal looks were beneath his attention and that the possibility of him falling in love with the foolish me will forever remain as my greatest fantasy. I will be nobody to him; just a face among the crowd. I struggled to forget him, but the heart always craves what it wants. Then again, when was love rational? Love was always unfair. One has to walk the path of thorns to reach the destination of his heart, and a good deal of them fail. I was one failure. Not all love stories have happy endings, and I have to put an end to mine. A new chapter can begin only if the previous one ends. I need to sever my five years of obsession. I don't wish to be stuck upon Dave Stone for my entire life. I need to give myself another chance. Despite my claim of being in love with him, I always suspected myself: What if I'm not in love with him? What if it's lust all along? Maybe, after having s*x with him, I can let go of him. I'm ready to give my body to him if it means that I can free my heart. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm on the mission seduction today, the day I will let go of my inhibitions and follow the wildest dreams of my heart. I will get laid today... A series of high-pitched squeals interrupted my train of thoughts. I twirled the glass of my Devil's margarita, while my eyes searched for the familiar masculine back. I looked unconcerned and jaded on the surface, but my heart galloped in anticipation and fear. And there he was. Dressed in a black jacket and a complementary shade of leather pants, Dave Stone painted the image of a perfect man. It's an understatement to say that my heart skipped a beat. He swept his eyes all around the room and I lowered my eyes before he could meet them with his. This is it! I drowned the seventh glass of cocktail down my throat, the mild alcoholic beverage undid the tangles in my belly. I placed the glass down on the counter and wiped away the stray drops of the drink away from my lips. Natalie, you can do this!, I mumbled under my breath as I sauntered towards the dance floor while moving my hips in a seductive manner. I pushed past the swaying bodies and halted my steps at the vantage point which is in Dave's line of sight. I may not be the best dancer in the room, but I've been learning some sexy moves from Bianca for about a month. I'm sure that I can now be considered as a pro in dance of seduction. I took a deep breath and launched my first attack; my first dance move.