Looking at the other side of the table my eyes catch the guy that is sitting with the two couples, he is staring directly at me with a smirk on his face that tells me he’s obviously just caught me scoping out his friends. He nods his head as if to say hi, I do the same and feel my cheeks heating up at the way he’s looking at me, he’s gorgeous and should definitely not be looking at plain old me like that.
He has messy blond hair and his skin is tanned compared to my pale reflection, he has a perfect face with high cheek bones and what looks to be green eyes but I’m not that close so I can’t get a good look.
I stop myself from staring at him, I need to stop drawing any more attention from him, attention I don’t want – even if it did feel good for a moment to have someone look at me the way he did. I remind myself that we’re probably not going to stay in town long; mom says that this time will be different and she’s going to change. Yeah right... not going to get my hopes up. Even though I thought I would try letting those walls down, I’m not going to get attached to anyone, this way is better, this way I can deal.
Luckily mom grabs my attention from the good looking guy by handing me a shot.
“C’mon honey just one shot, then you can go back to your soda and continue ogling that fine piece in the corner.” She says loud enough for our entire table to hear then winks at me.
“Georgina! Shh… oh my gosh!” I say dropping my head down trying to hide my embarrassment. I can feel the blond boy’s eyes on me from across the room and I pray that he didn’t hear what she said.
“Oh C’mon babe, just have a shot with us old ladies!” Amber says pushing the glass my way. “It will be our little secret.”
“Okay … let’s do this, but no more after this one! Someone has to be sober enough to drive your drunken ass’s home.” I down the shot and tap it on the table. “Wow, that’s delish! What was that?” I say looking at Amber.
“That my dear was a shot of caramel vodka. I thought you’d enjoy it, I know how much you love caramel.” Mom says as she drunkenly wobbles to my side with her arm over my shoulder. I sit her down on the chair and ask one of the passing waitresses for a glass of water.
“Mom, how much have you had to drink, this is only your second drink why are you falling all over the place?” I say kneeling so I’m eye level with her. Moving a piece of her hair out of her face I look at her eyes and I can see that she’s not drunk, she’s high. The waitress brings her water and I make her drink it.
I notice Blondie across the bar looking my way again, his eyes are strained as he watches the spectacle my mother is causing. His frown apparent, as if trying to figure out what’s going on. This is so embarrassing.
“Oh NOW I’m your mother?” She slurs loudly. “Now you wanna call me mom?” She starts getting louder and people start looking our way. I can’t handle all the strangers’ eyes on me. I need to get out of here.
“I’m not going to get into this argument with you here.” I whisper yell at her and point my finger at her, as a mother would do when disciplining their child.
“I’m going to the bathroom quick, and when I get back I’m taking you home!” I tell her then look at Amber. “I’m going to the bathroom, when I come back we are going home, if you want to get a lift with us back, get yourself ready.” I say, she leans on my mom and they start giggling like naughty children.
I don’t really need the bathroom, but I need to wash my face or something because if I don’t cool down I might end up embarrassing myself by having a huge blow out with my mother in front of all these people.
CHAPTER 4:
Stepping in the back of the bar, I see a corridor where the boy’s bathroom is on the left and the girls on the right. There are a couple of people standing in the way leaning against walls, finding my way to the bathroom, someone catches a hold of my elbow and yanks me backward.
I fall back into their chest. The first thing I smell is stale beer breath and I wanna gag, I turn to see the person that has ahold of my arm and it’s an older guy, he has shaven hair and is probably a couple years older than I. He’s not bad looking but his beer breath is a total turn off. He suddenly puts his other hand lower on my back, I freeze and he pulls me closer to him, I start pulling away from him and move my face as far away from his as possible.
“Please get your hands off me!” I say through gritted teeth as I look around for someone to help me, the music is loud in the bar and everyone in the crowded hallway is too busy with their own business to notice my struggle.