• Hot Mess

    The city is my playground. When I go dancing, every light in the town shines on me. Men kneel in the streets and present roses to me. People do double-takes, stare while waiting for the traffic light to turn green, let their jaws drop. It gets so comical, a person can’t help but laugh constantly. I’m never out with friends, because I don’t have any. They’re all too jealous. If I’m out I’m always surrounded by a crowd of select male partners, but never with any of the desperate losers that watch me from the corners of their eyes.

    A chick like me is always drunk. There’s barely a moment in a day when I’m sober, but that’s fine. I’m definitely hot when I’m a mess. Hot 24/7. The dance floors of clubs are my turf, my territory. I rule the dancing world. I never thought that, between classes, drinking, napping, and ruling the nightlife, I would ever have time to fall for someone. Sure, there’s lots of sex, and lots of touching, mostly with stupid guys whose name’s are forgotten within minutes. But one night, whilst my posse was busy raiding the bar across the dance floor, I saw her. Or more like, saw her seeing me.

    As I mentioned, my partners were quenching their thirst for a moment, harassing the pretty ladies drinking their margaritas at the bar. I glanced at them, sniffed humorously, and proceeded to shake and slither to the flow of music. Before I knew it, I was gone. Blown away by the feel of the sound waves vibrating against my skin, ringing in my brain. The world turned all around, upside down, until I closed my eyes to steady the dizziness that had begun to settle within my head.

    Her deep violet eyes met my light green ones, and suddenly my spine tingled from neck to tailbone. She was about my age, maybe younger, tall and slender, with the most attractive smile I’d ever seen. Suddenly, as I felt my legs move across the floor, through the crowd of dancing strangers, and the bright neon strobe lights, I knew what was going down that night. She blinked in surprise when I reached her, obviously not used to girls walking up to her and grabbing her by the wrist, and kissing her so roughly on the lips. I didn’t care who saw us.

    With dark raven hair in her face, this woman pulled away and leaned down over my face. “Whoa there, miss! We haven’t even properly introduced ourselves yet.” She grinned again. That grin. It was quite sexy, but it seemed to make my chest swell with anger and my heart flutter like a trapped hummingbird. “I’m Leah. And who are you, my closet bisexual friend?”

    “Michelle. Sleep with me now.”

    This girl…was going to make a hot mess out of me.