Kelli sauntered towards me after the show was over. I tried to turn my back on her, but she made it impossible. It might have been the fact that she followed your eye wherever you turned. She wouldn’t let me forget about her. So eventually I gave in.
There was nothing about her I particularly liked – but I didn’t hate her either. The ratty nest of bleached blond hair with black underneath, the dark make up coating her eyes, the pink lip gloss she used, the over-sized t-shirt which dangling off of one shoulder; she was a complete scene girl, and for whatever reason, had decided to fall for me. I never had the heart to tell her I wasn’t into her, but I figured, what else did I really have going for me at the time? She wasn’t a bad girl, but she wasn’t particularly nice either.
“No idea,” I shrugged the band’s gear onto my shoulders. “Tyler, is your car open?” He was locked in conversation with Anthony – who looked bored, but he always looked bored. The crossed arms, jaded look in his eyes, shuffling his feet every minute or so - yup, definitely bored. Maybe he was always bored.
"Tyler, your car, man?” He tossed me the keys without even looking. Kelli swooped down and plucked them off the floor.
“Perfect,” she got a smirk on her face. I almost sighed, but followed her swaying body out back towards the car. I put in two of the cases, shut the trunk, and turned around as Kelli crashed into me. Her lips collided with mine. I wondered if other guys ever felt this way – completely and utterly molested when a girl kissed them. Did they just “go with it to” or were they actually into it? And it wasn’t that I wasn’t into Kelli – okay, it really was that I wasn’t into her, but what was I supposed to do? So I kissed her back and felt miserable about it. I continued to keep up the charade with her, and for what? She was just using me, probably not the same way that I was her, but it was still similar. She had no interest in the type of person I was, she probably wouldn’t even tell you what color my eyes were if I shut them. She was just, dare I say it? A groupie.
That’s when we heard the screaming and saw Anthony and Tyler run into the alleyway. “Should we go help them?” I was thankful to get the moment to pull my lips away from hers.
“Naw, let them take care of it – Tyler’s strong, I mean, you’ve seen the guy right.” Kelli rested her head on my chest, I put my arm around the small of her back. “He’s so handsome, I mean have you ever seen his muscles, ugh.”
I made a face as Jess came up from behind Kelli.
“Excuse me, bitch?”
I stepped back away from both of them as their voices raised, cussing and screaming at each other. I stared up at the sky, I could just barely see the outlines of the clouds in the dark, midnight blue.
I figure when I run out of ideas, I'm just going to do this from now on - excepts from my novel but NOT from my main character's point of view. So this is what else happened when Jaden was pulled into the alleyway. There's a whole world of events in these few people's lives, and I've only really explored Anthony's. It's kind of fun to get a different perspective, put myself in someone else's shoes.