Here is an excerpt from the book I'm currently working on. I decided to scrap this scene and rewrite it....so this portion will not be in the book. But you get a feel for what I've been working on lately.
“Want some coke?” Mark offered a share of his drugs. “It’s a good distraction. You can get that pop princess out of your head.” Mark tried to convince him as a scantily clad brunette wandered over to Michael. She cooed in his ear how she was a fan and wanted to buy him a drink. What the hell he thought and agreed. She made herself comfortable in his arm. He shook his head at Mark, letting him know he didn’t want to get high, and raised his eyebrows as he motioned toward the chick in his arm. Mark tipped his beer up in response, narrowly spilling it and proceeding to laugh hysterically.
“Hey Michael, this is Bambi. She wanted to say hi, if you know what I mean.” Grayson strolled over with a blonde on his right arm and a brunette on his other arm. Bambi sauntered into Michael’s arm, batting her eyelashes, flipping her blonde hair back, and bouncing her boobs in her low-cut shirt.
Michael took another swig of his beer and chastised himself for thinking of her again. He made sure to pay better attention to the chicks at hand. He was really hoping to go home with one to keep his mind distracted.
Just as he was about to offer his services for the night to Bambi, a movement ahead caught his attention. He turned his head to look and saw the unmistakable red hair flowing. Becca was here? When the hell did she show up? She was walking briskly to the door. Michael stepped forward, calling out her name. The groupies were still attached to him arms, so he didn’t get very far. He didn’t think she saw him, but she sure seemed to be in a hurry to get out of there.
His heart beat rapidly. He hadn’t expected to see her until the recording on Monday. He didn’t think her “man” was into night clubs, and never expected her to show up at the Factory.
“Wasn’t that Becky?” Grayson stood next to Michael, his eyes glazed over from weed, the chick on his arm kissing his dimpled cheek.
“Yeah, that was.” Michael’s voice was lost among the music and noise, the girls pulled him back to the bar and bought him another drink.
“Forget her Mike. She ain’t worth it. Here, have some on me.” Mark slurred his words as he slipped some coke in Michael’s hand.
“Man, no thanks. You know I don’t do that stuff anymore.” Michael was getting tired of telling Mark no frequently. He was always pushing stuff onto him, and frankly, Michael was getting worried, as Mark was starting to go overboard with it.
“Tiff and I are leaving, heading back to my place.” Grayson announced, raising his eyebrows, a sly smile on his face. Normally that was Michael’s cue to leave with a chick on his arm too. But tonight he just couldn’t; he just was to preoccupied and didn’t feel right about bagging a chick when all he could think about was Becca. Why did she run out of there like that? What was he doing by not talking to her anymore? He was more confused than ever, and sex was not going to make things better for him, as difficult a concept that was for him to manage.
“I’m going to get going too.” Michael pushed the ladies off his arms gently, letting them know he was going to go home alone tonight. He noticed the way Grayson and Mark looked at each other, the worried looks on their faces, but he didn’t care. His heart just wasn’t into it tonight.
“You ok Michael?” Grayson put his hand on his shoulder, his eyes genuinely concerned. Michael’s answer to that of course was no, he wasn’t ok. He didn’t want to be stuck at some night club, looking for meaningless sex and drugs. He wanted to be with Becca. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. This was not the way he had imagined the time Becca was here to be. But it was too late to do anything now.
“Yeah man, I’m fine. I got a long week coming up.” He lowered his eyes. Michael felt bad; he rarely turned down the groupies, but he just didn’t want to explain his situation to the guys and didn’t want the girls to think he was not as cool as he used to be. At this point he was ready to say just about anything to get out of there. He felt so out of control, and he hated that. He was looking forward to the end of the week when everything would be back to normal. Becca would be out of his life again, and he would be back to his usual lifestyle. He just wasn’t sure that was exactly what was best, or what he wanted. His heart ached as he realized it would never be over; he would never be over her, no matter what he did. His only hope was to ignore the flutter in his heart, the nagging in his mind. He just hoped he could live like that for the rest of his life.
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