Sacking The Player

Bucky shoots me a text giving me a reprieve from my thoughts.

B: Club Sleven later. Be there. Sophie Dumped Adams, he’s already back at the house getting wasted.

King: Need a ride. I’m at the rents.

B: On my way.

“Change of plans. I’m out,” I announce getting up from my seat.

“You don’t have to go. We’ll leave you alone about your girlfriend.” Cindy says girlfriend dreamily.

I don’t bother with arguing. I grab my dorm keys from the counter after pouring out my unfinished beer.

I go out front and sit on the steps to wait for my ride. I can hear my parents gushing and gossiping, talking about how I am probably running off to my new flame. Jesus, they are too much.

Bucky eventually pulls up in his Honda Civic that sounds like a damn bumblebee farting.

“Come on, man, hurry up,” he yells over the bass of the music blaring from his car.

I hop in ready to chase away any serious thoughts and replace them with a good time.

“When are you going to finally get a car of your own?” He asks me, as he turns down the music.

I shrug. “My parents have been saying they’ll get me one if I want one, but I’m good for now. My first paycheck I get from when I’m signed, I’ll buy myself a ride.” Everywhere I need to be is within walking distance to my dorm, so I don’t see the need for my own ride at the moment. It’s not like I date and need to have one, anywhere I go I ride with the guys.

“Or, what happens if you don’t get signed?”

I don’t even want to think of that. Deep down I know it can happen, but that’s depressing.

“If I don’t get signed, I’ll take my rents up on their offer until I can pay them back once I land a job.” Seems simple enough.

Chapter 6

Amaya

“I

can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” I look over my outfit in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight red dress that Courtney just happened to buy too big for her boobs. She thinks she’s so smooth.

“Live a little. I know you—once classes start this week, you’ll be too damn busy to sleep, much less have fun.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I turn to the side, wishing my butt were remotely as thick as Courtney’s. Ballet doesn’t allow for shapely curves though. At least not the companies I want to work for. Professional ballet calls for a strict balance of diet and exercise. I can’t afford to screw up. I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am now. Last year, I let Keith get in the way of what’s important. I won’t make that mistake twice.

“Stop sulking. Let’s go. I called us a cab. Jen and the girls are going to meet us.” Courtney stomps her foot and points to the clock.

“I’m coming.” At least we are going dancing, which I love of course. I just hate the drunk losers that hang at the clubs hoping to pick up a quick fuck.

I grab my wristlet that has my ID and my money in it as Courtney yells from the hall to hurry before our cab leaves. When we get to the lobby, I can’t help but look for a glimpse of Tate. I don’t even know why he’s on my mind. I’ve been thinking of him since yesterday. I keep replaying him holding the elevator. His dark hair only animated his bright eyes even more. And his smile, gah that smile. I wonder what he was going to say? Not that it matters. He obviously cared more about flirting with that chick. I shake my thoughts of Tate off as we slide into the backseat of our taxi.

Courtney is practically bouncing. Girl is always full of energy. Club Sleven is awesome, and we never have to wait in line thanks to Court and her flirty ways. I’m pretty sure she has screwed the doorman. How else would we always get to skip straight to the door?

We pay the driver, and I stand back as Courtney works her womanly wiles on Brody. Within a few minutes, we are waived inside without paying a cover charge and score—over 21 wristbands. I don’t drink often, but I like a little something when I go out.

We shove our way to the bar to order. The crowd tonight is insane. Everyone must’ve had the same idea—one last hoorah before classes start on Monday. I end up with a Tom Collins, and Court gets a Fuzzy Nipple. Jen waves to us from a booth. There’s a few guys already sitting with her and Cassie. Phaedra is already on the floor shaking her ass. She’s the head dancer on the Stomp Team. She’s amazing. I just know one day she will be a choreographer with her own DVD’s or some shit.

I go to take a seat and I notice that Keith is at the table next to us. Ugh. So much for a fun night.

I pretend not to see him. I promised my bestie a fun night out and I’m going to give it to her. I suck my drink down quickly through the little red straw and start to feel all warm and fuzzy. It doesn’t take much to get me buzzed. I’m a lightweight and with my size yeah… I can go from calm Amaya