Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

Well Emo guy had got some great influences up those black sleeves.

“What did he ask you?” I asked Rio out of curiosity.

“He asked me who you were.”

“And, you said?”

“Mi Novia, I told him you were my girlfriend.” he passed me a Latino sexy smile, “just to get us inside, you’re fine with that right, Senorita?”

“Si senor.”

He grinned at me, a little too pleased at my craptastic attempt at Spanish. Damn was I flirting?

The music being too loud tried to brighten up my lousy mood, the dance floor was too crowded for my liking. All those ugly sweat dripping, alcohol reeking guys were making me nauseas. I squinted in the dark for a better vision, I couldn’t place Chez nor Nina, so I texted Chez.

Where r u? I m in DB

“ALANA”

I thought I heard someone call my name.

“ALANA.”

 I turned to the direction from where I could hear my name being called; I spotted Chez as he walked towards me, dodging the crazy dancing drunkards, he held two short glasses of red tequila—he offered me one.

“I’m not drinking.” I had to yell at the top of my lungs.

“Why? It’s not like you never drink.” he downed the glass, “besides, you’re looking totally sin today, like you walked straight from the hell. Try livin up to that reputation.”

I shoved him, “thanks for the compliment.”

“Sure.” he didn’t catch on my sarcasm.

“Where’s Nina?”

He pointed right below the large disco ball; I had to punch myself twice to actually believe I was seeing this. That beautiful drunk goddess had almost taken control of the entire dance floor. No wonder those guys were flocking around her. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way her body moved with the beats. I trotted towards her with whatever amount of trashy attitude I could carry, grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard.

“Alaaaaana.” Nina slurred, a quick body scan later she said, “You’re looking smooooookin, I didn’t know you were all curves.”

It was time I knocked some senses into her.

“You’ve drunk enough for one night, let’s get to the dorm.” I tried pulling her with me but she stayed glued to the spot.

Nina pulled back her arm, “I’m not coming with you.” She turned to a tall lean read head guy, “Adrian is taking me home.”

I offered the drunken guy a smile, “Excuse me.”

I snatched a drink from a complete stranger, pulling Nina off the dance floor with me “I’ll buy you a drink later.” 

So usually I give one warning and if it doesn’t work, I turn on my bitch-mode which could get ULTRA-bitch sometimes.

“Do you think your gonna play UNO cards in his house?”

Nina kept staggering, unable to maintain a stable footing. “What are you saying? We were just gonna talk.”

I splashed the cold ice drink on her face, “that guy, Adrian, is lookin for a fuck buddy, alright? And fuck buddies don’t do UNO cards or basic talking. Before you know it, he’ll pull your legs apart and have his way. Do you honestly want that?”

I hadn’t meant to be so harsh but I knew for a fact that she would thank me later when she’d come back to her right senses. I watched as the alcohol drained out of her face, and she started to sober up a little, a tear escaped her eye, she hiccupped “just take me home.”

She’d better have a damn good explanation for pulling this stunt.

I dragged her drunk ass to where Chez sat and heaved her body towards his, “Ms. Hayes, what you pulled in fifteen minutes that I couldn’t do it in an hour?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “take her home.”

Nina hiccupped, held a hand towards her mouth and made a run towards the restroom.  

“She’s sick.”  Chez mumbled looking relieved. “listen, Uh—I can handle her, do you wanna go back to the dorm?”

Best friends are supposed to stick together no matter the situation and I’m sure I sucked for being a total selfish friend, “you can do that?” I felt exhausted, like every inch of my body wanted to fall apart. It was a lot of drama for one day, “well, I’d love to head back, cuz I’m feeling dizzy.”

Chez nodded, “Rio will take you.”

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   As soon as I was out the chaotic place, a sense of relief washed over me. I had to look miserable, with every whipping slap of the wind, I felt refreshed. How did these usual clubbers do this every day and still managed to not get sick? It was Beyond me.  

“It’s cool if you want to stay, I’ll call a cab or something.”

I tried keeping up with Rio’s pace, “No it’s pretty late, Chica, and it’s not safe for a pretty woman to be travelling alone.”

I heard his car unlock as he pressed the key. I tugged a strand of hair behind my ear, just as long as my hands were busy, I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. A feeling like we were being watched and the shitty instinct kicked in as I glanced up to scan the lot.

I died a million deaths then and there.