The Luna's Prophecy

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Oh my God Chelsea, get it together,” I giggled as my best friend and I drunkenly stumble out of the club. Our ears buzzing from the loud music as we make our way to the sidewalk to flag down a cab.

“Honestly, I’m not even that drunk,” Chelsea slurs. Her smudged eyeliner begged to differ.

“Chels, you know every time you say that you end the night by falling asleep with your head on the toilet, right?” I laughed as I attempted to hold my drunk friend up.

“No, no, no. I’m twenty-one now, I can handle my alcohol.” Chelsea continued to stumble towards the cab I managed to flag down. Just as I opened the door, Chelsea slammed it shut and proceeded to vomit on the sidewalk. So much for handling her alcohol.

“Sorry ladies, I can’t take you if you’re sick. Can’t risk you vomiting in my car.” The cab driver said through the window as he waved and drove off. What a gentleman.

“Nice Chels, at least it wasn’t in the cab.” God knows that cab drivers always lose their s**t if you vomit in their cabs and charge you an excessive cleaning fee. I look down at my puking friend and can’t help but smile as I shake my head at her. What a disaster. Chelsea apparently decided she no longer needed shoes and was beginning to unstrap her heels.

“For the love of God Chelsea, keep your shoes on. You’re not walking around downtown barefoot, you’ll catch something.”

“Ugh, Will, my feet are so sore though.” Chelsea grumbled as she buckled her heels back up. I loved my best friend, I really did, but she always turned into an oversized toddler when she drank.

“I know love, but—” I begin when someone suddenly grabs my wrist and spins me around. Instinctively I wind up and punch the culprit in the nose. My phys- ed teacher would be so proud, those lame self-defence classes may have worked.

“Ow,” the man clutches his nose and bends slightly.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on me.” I scold him.

The stranger slowly peels his hands away from his face, checking to make sure I didn’t make his nose bleed. I could only hope I was strong enough to do that. As he pulls his hands back, I have to stifle a gasp. This man is godly looking. It’s literally like the Gods came down and carved this perfect looking man from stone, and then brought him to life. I’m pretty sure he could see the drool dripping down the corner of my mouth. He’s tall with very defined muscles, even under his black t-shirt. My eyes skim over every single peak and valley of his perfectly chiseled chest and arms. My eyes continued to scan down the rest of his torso, to his well-fitted jeans that outline his muscular legs. I couldn’t help but peek at his zipper area, a tiny smile playing on my lips when I noticed a slight bulge. I forced my eyes away from his manhood and brought them to his face. His brown hair is a mess, yet somehow, he makes it look sexy. I stopped scanning his features when I found his eyes. I can’t decide what they remind me more of, the ocean or the sky. His eyes were enchanting, almost like they were calling out to me as they bore into my own honey-coloured eyes. I hadn’t noticed, but I was beginning to lean closer to this stranger, eager to memorize every single detail of his beautiful face. As I continued to study his face, I noticed a scar that ran diagonally across his left eye. I wanted to reach out and trace the scar from above his eyebrow to the outside of his eye. Something about this man felt so familiar, but I’m positive I never met him before. I would remember meeting someone this good looking.

There was a slight gust of wind and I was surrounded by his smell. He smelled like my favourite mahogany teakwood candle, so sweet I wanted to take a bite.  I was so captivated by this man’s unbelievable features that I didn’t realize he was speaking until I looked down to see his full pink lips moving.

“Er, sorry what?” I blinked a couple times, trying to clear my head.

“Mate.” He stared deeply into my eyes.

“Mate? What do you mean?” I furrowed my brows.

“Mate.” He said again firmly as he grabbed my hand. I immediately pulled back as his hand shocked mine, startling me.

“Sorry I don’t understand?” I looked at him sideways.

“Maybe he doesn’t speak English? Maybe he’s looking for his friends?” Chelsea suggested.

“No. You’re my mate.” The stranger huffed and tried to reach for my hand again. A man of few words apparently.

“Listen creep, she’s not your mate. This is some weird ass way of trying to pick up a hot chick. Which is strange, cause you’re a total babe. It’s always the hot ones that are the biggest creeps though.” Chelsea sighed as she grabbed my hand and began to tow me away. Apparently, my feet had forgotten how to function. I couldn’t help but look back at the stranger, when I did, I was instantly met with those stunning blue eyes. What I wasn’t expecting was seeing confusion and pain in his eyes. Did I do something wrong?

“I hope you find your friends,” I called back to him before turning around and continuing to walk with Chelsea. I was surprised how well she was walking, considering just moments ago she was puking onto the road. My apartment was a good twenty minutes away by foot, but I had assumed we were both too intoxicated to walk. Guess I’m the only one.

“That was so weird. He’s so hot. Sad that he’s a weirdo though,” Chelsea shrugged.

“That was a bit strange, he just kept repeating ‘mate’ like I was supposed to understand what he was talking about.” I wrinkled my nose at the thought. I wonder what he wanted from me. Then again, it was early in the morning, just about the time all the weirdos came out to play. Maybe he was drunk or having a bad trip.

“Do you think Gigi has any leftovers for us to eat? I’m starving.” Chelsea quickly changed the subject.

“You know my gran, always cooks enough to feed an entire army. We just have to be careful not to wake her when we get in.” I smiled at my best friend. For someone so incredibly tiny, she had the appetite of a body builder. I studied her as she tucked an auburn strand hair behind her ear, a habit she’s had since we were kids.

“I’m still willing to compensate you to take her off your hands. I know how naggy grandmas can be.” Chelsea winked, her green eyes glistening.

“Over my dead body,” I laughed as I pushed the apartment complex’s main door open and allowed her to pass through.

“Good morning Freddy.” Chelsea tipped her invisible hat to the elderly security man at the entrance. He returned her gesture with a friendly smile before going back to reading his paper. Freddy was used to seeing the two of us coming home intoxicated. I’ll proudly admit he only had to help us into my apartment once.

I quietly turned the knob to my apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible. Gigi was a light sleeper and, bless that woman, she worked so hard she needed as much sleep as she could get. I tossed my keys onto the table beside the door and made my way to the kitchen. My stomach grumbled as I caught a whiff of the lasagna my grandma had made earlier.

“He was so hot. So delicious. I wish I could have eaten him like this lasagna.” Chelsea said as she stuffed her face with the leftovers.

“This is going to sound weird, but I feel like I’ve met him before.”

“Met who?” A soft voice from behind us came.

“Ah sorry Gigi, you know Willow and I can never do anything silently.” Chelsea grinned sheepishly as she stuffed more food into her mouth.

“Chelsea, I’ve told you time and time again to not speak with your mouth full.” My gran playfully teased as she filled her glass with water.

“The weirdest thing happened. While we were waiting for a cab some random drugged out dude came up to me and kept calling me mate.” I shrugged.

Suddenly the glass in Gigi’s hand went crashing to the floor and her face paled.

“Are you okay?” I rushed over to her side.

“Yes honey, just lost grip of my glass.” My grandma stuttered as she bent down to pick up the glass shards.  

“Are you sure Gigi? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Chelsea pointed to her blanched face.

“Don’t be silly, I’m perfectly fine. I will leave you girls and your lasagna. Goodnight.” She pulled me in for a tight hug before she went off to her bedroom.

“I love our grandma, but sometimes she so strange.” Chelsea looked after Gigi curiously. She wasn’t wrong. My grandma often said strange things and had a knack of knowing things.

“Let’s get your drunk ass to bed Chels.” I towed my friend to my bedroom, and we crawled into bed together.