A Senseless Love by Kareca (books for 10th graders .txt) 📖

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