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Whose that guy that walked into the club?
By OneLastChanceX

 


I was glammed up in a short dress, killer heels. My hair was pin straight and my makeup flashy. I hopped in the cab and headed off to a local club. In the cab I cuddled up to Bill, he looked gorgeous in his black skinny jeans and his leather jacket. As we entered the club my mood was set to party and with the huge crowd I lost Bill.

I sat at the bar, chilling by myself when an adorable guy sits next to me. He shoots quick glances at me, reminding me of the ones Bill gave me. He finally turned to me and raised an eyebrow.
`Hey, my name is Vinny, you look beautiful.' I blushed a little, his accent was amazing, it was a soft Jersey Accent. From a distant I could see a few girls dancing, talking to each other, with thick Jersey accents as well. This guy was beyond adorable, we talked a bit more before he slipped me his number.

`Hey, if you ever wanted to check out Jersey some time, feel free to come crash at my house.'

`Yea that sounds cool, maybe for a week or two?'

`Yea that would be awwwesome.' He gave me a wink and left with 6 others, I couldn't get him off my mind. I went to find Bill, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

It was then I saw him, grinding up on this beautiful blonde nympho, feeling her up, I felt betrayed. How could he have done this to me, I trusted him. He was my everything. Wait, what was I thinking? I had known the dude a day, we weren't exclusive. I could have easily hooked up with the guy. So I left, hailed a cab and headed my own way home. This infuriated me, why did this ordinary guy, have such control over me. I sat myself down in cab and went back to his house, and sat in my room. I packed my bags and called Vinny.

`Hey Vinny its Tori, I just wanted to say it was great meeting you today'. I listened closely, a large voice seemed to boom a distance away.
`IS THAT THE CHICK YOU MET TODAY,'
`Shut up Pauly, Sorry about that Faye' I was about to speak when his voice appeared again.
`He WAS WAITING FOR YOUR CALL,' This made me smile, I gulped down some water and began to speak.

`Well, the house I was staying at, well it's not really working for me. You know how roommates can be, I.. just need a place to crash for a day or two while I find my own place. You're the only other person I know in America, I hope I'm not asking for much.' I listened in anticipation for his reply, he told me to hold on while he checked with his mate Mike. I could hear a large laugh and some pat on the backs from the other guys and Vinny soon returned.

`Yea aha, that should be alright, heck stay as long as you want, I'll be in Jersey Shore for at least another 3 months' My heart stopped, Jersey Shore? So this guy, the guy who would take me in lived in another part of America? I gulped, and was going to ask the most ridiculous question ever. `Is it possible to pick me up?' The line was quiet, suddenly another voice spoke. `Oh hey, this is Pauly, where abouts do you live?' I gave him the address and he reassured me that Vinny would be down shortly. I sighed a breath of relief. They informed me they would be there in two hours or so. I hung up and sighed. How was I going to tell Bill that I was going to leave? Would he care, I doubted it, he probably would bring that blonde home. I went to the lounge room and sat down with a nice cup of coffee. Suddenly the door clicked open and Tom and Bill walked in.

Bill looked at me, and broke into smile.

`Hey gorgeous, how is it hanging. Why'd you leave so early? Missed all the fun.' He leant in to kiss me but I pulled back. Tom let out a low whistle and left the room.

`Who was the Blonde,' Bill went silent.

 

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