I lit the cigarette my friend gave me. I took a long drag and stared at the building before me. The smoke was rising. Ah freedom!
"I gotta buy myself a pack these days.....yeah.....maybe a pack of Kent. I know I said I'd give up smoking, but I need a smoke from time to time. Yeah, I know, my nerves are weak." I thought while staring at the cigarette.
The cancer stick dies down and I walk into the shop. I need some gum, and a Coca-Cola..... and yeah, some gum. I reach out for the black drink. Another hand wants the same bottle.
"Um, sorry" an squeaky voice is heard and the hand moves to a different bottle. I quickly wash the wtf?! look off my face and carry on. I pay for the stuff that are meant to slightly erase the ashy taste of cigarettes off my tongue.
"I gotta sit down" I said, feeling my stomach twist with hunger.
The bench seemed far away but I managed to reach it. I closed my eyes and opened the bottle of dark liquid, taking big gulps. I opened my pack of gum and slipped one in my mouth. Then, I pulled out my phone, dialed a number and placed the addicting object to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Snake, where are you? You said we'd meet today. We haven't seen each other since you know who left" I said adjusting the tutu around my waist.
"I know sweets. I'm on my way. Where are you?" Such a calm voice.
"I'm in front of the National Bank. I'll wait here. My shoes killed me," I said staring down at my heels. Yeah, 10 cm. I'm a genius. Thank God I was smart enough to put a pair of flats in my bag.
"Okay babe. Sit there." he said then hung-up.
I sighed, then though about the cigarette I just smoked. I wanted another one, but I knew Snake had some, so I decided to wait.
10 minutes in my waiting period, a stranger walked up to me.
"Hey beautiful. You're looking good. Can I have your number?"
"Um, sorry. I don't know it by heart and I forgot my phone home." I said giving him an innocent smile.
"Hm, yeah. Your loss" he said in a flirty tone, then left.
Yeah right, like I haven't heard that one before. Are you fucking serious? Man-whores! I'm starting to have a strange feeling of disgust towards men. Maybe, I'll turn completely gay one day. Hmm.....neah!
I pulled my phone out again. I called Snake. 'Just don't move' he said. Aw come on! Move!
I looked down and drank some more Cola. Then, I saw him. His phone was stuck to his ear. His blonde, razor cut hair was moving from side to side and some flowers were tied to his hand.
He moved his phone from his ear as soon as he was before me. His smile was true and I couldn't help but hug him as tight as I could.
"I missed you" I murmured into his shoulder.
"I missed you too, you big goof".
He gave me the roses, telling me they reminded him of me. The white petals reminded him of me. I don't know how and I don't know why, but I think I understand what he's getting at.
"Let's go drink a beer" he said taking my hand and interlocking our fingers. It's been too long since a guy held my hand like this. I had forgotten the feeling.
"No", I said tugging onto his hand, "Let's go drink a cocktail."
He smiled showing me his perfect white teeth, then nodded his head.
"But first," he reached for the pocket at his chest and pulled out a new pack of Kent Convertibles, "We gotta smoke a short one".
He took one then offered me a cancer stick as well. Snake pulled out a box of matches and lit the two cigarettes. He leaned against the wall while I stood before him. We both took the first drag at the same time, then laughed. After all this time, we were still in full sync.
"You know", he said after the laugher had died down, "John's been asking about you...a lot"
"Really?"
John. Hot ass John. The guy every girl wants. The bad-ass punk. The dude that presents himself as Long-John. The guy I wish I had. The guy that has been asking about me. What does this mean?
"You know, I think he likes you" Snake said while taking two consecutive drags.
"Yeah, right. I think he'll learn how to light a match with his teeth before that ever happens" I took a drag, slightly pissed off.
"You know, he can do it now" Snake laughed as he pulled out his cell phone. He seemed to be searching for something before he gave me the phone.
A small 15 seconds video. John lighting a match with his teeth, then smiling at the camera. I looked up towards Snake. He grabbed my hand and led me towards the pub.
"So?" he asked
"So what?"
"So are you gonna meet him or let the whore take over?"
I frowned. I didn't really understand what was happening. Who was the whore? What did she want? And what was her role in this story? Snake just rolled his eyes and pulled me into the pub. We went down the stairs and I saw him. John was sitting on one of the leather couches lazily smoking a cigarette. A beer laid before him and on his right..... this chick. A cherry. I swear she was a cherry girl. She was constantly grabbing his arm and giggling like a worn-out machine. John's face was telling each guy "I'm keeping her for sex" but to me it looked like he was trying to say "Can I have a gun? I need to shoot some bitches".
Snake gave my hand a gentle squeeze before pulling me towards John and the little slut.
"I brought the cookie!" Snake said loudly while sitting down and pulling me too. John looked up and his face instantly lit up with a smile.
"Oh my God. Look what the snake ate. A little cookie. What's up pie? I haven't seen you in like 4 months. I missed you."
I smiled towards him, "Yeah, I know. I missed you too John".
He looked at me for a second before opening his arms, then putting them back on his knees. I understood his message and got up as he was already standing. My arms wrapped around his back as his wrapped around my waist. I felt his chin on my head and there was nothing I could do, but hide my face into his neck, taking in the scent I once forgot.
An annoying sound broke our state. Hey, I know that voice. I looked over John's shoulder and saw the bitch. If looks could kill I'd be six feet under. I looked at John then broke the hug. He didn't seem to like the idea.
I sat down between Snake and John. That made both of them smile. The chick kept killing me with her fake blue eyes.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Nicole. And you?"
She smirked and grabbed John's arm," I'm his wifey"
He rolled his eyes, then pulled his arm out of her grip. She tried to grab it again, but in vain.
"What.Are.You.Doing?" she said between gritted teeth.
"I think he's telling you to back off or that you're eating his air" Snake said while drinking his beer.
She glared at my friend, then adjusted her blouse, pulling it more, exposing her cleavage even more. God, are those fake? Yeah, they are. 100% sure.
"Hm, are you transsexual?" she asked me in her annoying voice.
I turned to her and glared daggers. What the fuck? I rolled my eyes and didn't answer, but she continued.
"I think you are. I'm sure you're actually a dude," she said smirking.
That's it! I stood up and walked around the table in order to be in front of her. I grabbed the fruity drink that she had ordered and poured it over her head. She screamed as everyone laughed at her sorry little whore ass. I was not surprised when she lunged herself towards me, but I managed to move just in time for her to fly on the floor, her skirt flipping.
"Watch it whore."
She cried as loud as anyone could, then ran out. I felt arms wrapping around me. I know these arms. Looking up I smiled at John, then rested the back of my head on his shoulder. It felt good. Kicking someone's ass for making a move on my man and for trying to play me on their fingers, but also, for having John here.
Today, I met the whore, but won what I wanted. There are more whores out there and I know what they're implying, but they'll never win.
Listen to me girlies. Whatever you do, you won't pull me down. EVER!
