Chapter Two
He walked over to his bag and pulled out his laptop. He smiled when he checked his email. He had gotten a message every day from Crunk_Girl. They knew almost everything about each other, but he never once led on about his profession.
He read her email and quickly replied to it. This is the first time he had ever done this, and actually liked it. Although meeting people off of the internet was stupid, he knew that this girl was honest. He could just feel it.
***
Eryn and Sasha sat in their living room, extremely bored.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Erin frowned. "I am so bored."
"I'm working, Er," Sasha replied. "But how about I get you after work and we go shopping for something to wear to the concert?"
"The concert! That's not for two months! Let's go out to a dance club or something. Please… I really am bored," she gave Sasha a smile.
"Fine," Sasha agreed. "I will pick you up at ten, after work, okay?"
Eryn nodded, and turned on Much Music. Seconds later, the only sound coming from them, was their singing to 'Tearin' up My Heart'.
A few minutes later, Sasha glanced at her watch. "Shit! Eryn, I am going to be late for work! I'll see you at ten, okay?" With that, she grabbed her keys and wallet, and flew out the door.
Eryn's eyes were focused on the television. Damn, she thought. That Justin Timberlake is so freakin hot! I bet girls are dying to be with him. He has talent, too. A double! She leaned back, and started humming to the next song.
***
It was 9:45 and Eryn was still in her towel. She wanted to wear something that looked really good. After sifting through her closet, her eyes fell on the perfect outfit. She grabbed the short black skirt, and found a strapless black and silver shirt and chunky black shoes. Eryn walked over to her mirror and put on some mascara and lip gloss. She smiled at her reflection just as she heard Sasha outside honking the horn. She grabbed her wallet and ran outside.
***
Sasha glanced at her watch, while she was dancing with a group of friends. It was only 11:02pm. The party hasn't started yet, she thought. But it looks like it is for Eryn.
***
Eryn looked up at James and smiled. They were childhood friends, and briefly dated when he was in eighth grade. He had moved away, and she had thought about him ever since. She hadn't seen him for awhile, but all of a sudden, he showed up at the club. They were talking and drinking some Evian.
"Listen, Eryn," James looked at her straight in the eyes. "Um… we never actually did break up, you know in eighth grade. Would you accompany me to dinner tomorrow night?" He smiled.
That smile is so familiar. I still really have feelings for him. "Of course," she said. "Casual, or elegant?"
"Elegant would be nice," he said. Then 'On Bended Knee' by Boyz II Men came on. Slowly, he raised her up, and they began to dance.
I love this. Oh, I am glad we are getting back together,, Eryn thought, filled with happiness. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
***
That night, when Eryn arrived home, she felt as though she was walking on air.
"Oh, Sasha! It's a dream come true! James… me…," she sighed contently. "I saw him last night! We are getting back together!"
"James? Oh… James!" Sasha smiled at her friend, remembering. "That's great! I am really happy for you."
The two friends discussed James, the date and guys for the rest of the night.
***
The next night, at seven at night, the doorbell rang. As Sasha went to get it, Eryn checked her outfit in the mirror once more. She was wearing a black silk dress, that ended above her knees, and her hair was piled neatly on her head. On her feet was a pair of high, strappy black shoes that she borrowed from Sasha. She walked down the hall and sucked in a breath as she saw James. He was wearing black dress pants, new, shiny, doc martens, and a white dress shirt… the kind with no collar. Her favourite kind of shirt.
"Damn," James said. He smiled at her. "You look great. And our chariot awaits." He shifted from the door and Eryn looked outside. Sitting in her driveway was a black limo.
"Wow! A limo? That's cool," Eryn smiled at him. "Shall we go?"
"We shall," he said.
Eryn looked back at Sasha as her and James left the house, and winked. Sasha smiled, and gave Eryn a slight wave.
***
"May I get you a drink?" The waiter asked James and Eryn.
"I'll have some wine, please," James said, looking at Eryn. He was nineteen so it was legal.
"Will you have the same thing, miss?" The waiter asked Eryn.
"No, I can't," she frowned. "Underage." She scanned the menu. "Just, Perrier, thanks." She grinned again.
***
It was two hours later and James and Eryn had arrived at the restaurant. They were just finishing their dessert… and James was finishing his seventh glass of wine.
"And so," James said, loudly, "I said to her, 'no way, bitch!'" He laughed loudly and smacked the table with his fist. Couples from all over the restaurant glanced their way, and Eryn hid her face.
"James," she said, timidly. He looked at her.
"What?"
"I, um, need to make a call," she smiled uncertainly. "I'll be right back."
"Sure, whatever, honey bunch," he yelled across the restaurant, then began to make kissing noises.
Eryn glared at him and quickly left the table. She went over to the phones and popped in a quarter. She looked in the phonebook and found who she was looking for. She dialed and soon heard the faint hum of the phone ringing.
"Hello?" said the voice. It was so familiar.
"Hey! Kevin?" Eryn asked.
"Yeah, hi… who is this?"
"Eryn, from high school. Eryn Tucker." Eryn replied.
"Eryn! How are you?" Kevin asked her.
"Not, good," she explained to him the situation. She began from meeting him last night, to him now, on his eighth glass of wine.
"Shit, Eryn," Kevin said. "I thought you knew. I mean, I even knew, and we haven't spoken for awhile, me and him. I know we were best friends and everything, but it didn't stay after we graduated."
"Knew what?" Eryn asked.
"Listen, Eryn, James is an alcoholic. He's really bad now. He's supposed to be in rehab. Eryn, you gotta get out of there, he gets really violent when he's drunk. Trust me. We used to go drinking together," Kevin sounded pissed off. "That stupid bastard once punched me. That's why we don't talk."
"Shit, really?" Eryn's voice was shaking. "What do I do?"
"Say… say your mom is sick and you have to go. Don't let him ask questions. I'll pick you up in five minutes. Hang tight," Kevin said. "And be careful."
Eryn said yes, happy to have a friend like Kevin. They had been best friends in highschool. In fact, Kevin, Sasha and James were her clique. "Thanks. Bye."
"Bye," Kevin answered. She heard the phone click.
End of Chapter Two.