Chapter 7
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I had the date with Mark. I was dreading it really. Becky and Jesse were meeting us up at the Smash Club. I wished that Jesse would call me. And say that he dumped Becky for me. The kiss we shared the other night kept replaying in my mind. I longed for another one. I longed to be the only one. But right now, I was not the only one.
So, I made sure to dress really sexy tonight. I was wearing a short leather mini skirt. With black sleek high heels. I normally hated high heels. I did not wear them.
I bought a pair on my way home from work the other day. Just for this occasion. Jenelle had done my hair today to. I had it slicked back kind of like Joan Jett rocker style. Joan was my favorite rock band.
In this century. Besides loving Aha to. Of course, I was Jesse And The Rippers biggest fan. Rebecca was going to see I was not backing down and she was not going to win Jesse's heart against me. I played to win. And I was going to win. For once I never wanted to win anything more. Jesse cared about me. That was a start. That was all I needed.
There was soon a knock on my front door. I rush to go answer it. There was Mark. He looked handsome. Not as handsome as Jesse. He actually looked decent when he smiled at me. He had on a navy blue buttoned up shirt and a vest on over it. He was wearing blue jeans to.
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"Hi" I greet him. He had some flowers for me. I take them. "These are lovely. Thank you, Mark,"
"You are welcome" he answers me as he follows me in. "You know this is the first time I have been to a club since my divorce" he rambles on.
"Divorce?" I ask.
He nods. "Did Jenelle tell you? I had once been married. I had married my high school sweetheart. And it did not end well. She had a miscarriage. She never got over it. We only had one kid after that. We drifted apart we wanted more than one kid. And that ended that" he sighs.
"Oh, Mark I am so sorry to hear that" I sigh. Mark was a decent guy.
"Thanks. I am grateful you have given me a second chance. I admit I deserved to have you run out on our date before after how I acted" he tells me. "I did not give you a real chance"
"Thanks Mark. I did not give you a chance either. I was getting over someone who had someone else" I admit. "and I was not at a good place that night either"
"Here is to new chances" he says with a smile.
"I love the Smash Club. You will have a blast there. I went there before with Jenelle. A lot of live bands play, and the food is great" I promise Mark.
"You look fantastic tonight Skyler" Mark praises me.
I blush. "Thank you" I giggle.
I hoped Jesse would take notice to.
"I never wear high heels. I hope I do not step on your toes when we dance tonight" I mention.
"Dancing?" he stammers.
"Yes" I say.
"I do not dance really well" he admits.
"I can lead. You will have fun" I promise. "Let's get going"
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I take him by the hand then we head out to his car. He had his radio turned down. And he had opened the car door for me this time. Like a real gentleman. And then we went off to the club.
The night sky was brightly dimming the night over head of us. The stars were out. And the fun was getting started for us. We soon were at the Smash Club. We were waiting in the long line of people.
All these women were lined up to see Jesse play. I did not blame them. I get my tickets out of my purse, so I was ready to enter the club. I hear some girls in the line talking about Jesse. And how hot he was. They were wondering about his love life. I could not help overhearing when his name was mentioned.
"Wow everyone is excited to see your friend play tonight" Mark tells me softly.
"He is pretty big in this town" I point out.
"Skyler!" I hear Joey call my name. "You did not have to wait in line. We were watching for you. Come on you two" Joey waves at me ahead of the line.
I grin. "Come on Mark!" I order my date.
We rush up to meet Joey.
"It is okay she is a friend of the bands" Joey tells the workers there as I get in.
"It is good to have friends in high places" I tease Mark.
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He nods then we are soon in the Smash Club. Joey shows us to where he was sitting. Danny was already there with a lady named Vicky. And Becky was over by the stage talking with Jesse. Jesse does not even see I am there. Because Becky was there.
"Skyler this is Vicky. We work together. She is a news reporter at the station I am at" Danny introduces me to his date. Vicky and I shake hands.
"Pleasure to meet you" I tell Vicky. "this is my date Mark"
I introduce Mark to everyone.
"I thought you were dating Jesse?" Joey whispers to me.
"We went on a date the other night. But he is still seeing Becky. He is not sure what he wants" I whisper back. "do not let Mark hear you. I don't want to hurt him. He is a nice guy" I warn Joey.
"Okay" sighs Joey. "I do not get you two crazy kids" he says as he shakes his head.
"Me either" I agree with a smile.
I feel someone's eyes on me. Jesse. He smiles at me. Then he hops off the stage. He and Becky make their way to my table. I dreaded this moment. But here it was.
"Hi, I knew I knew you from some where" Becky greets me. "we met the other night"
"Yes when you were on a date" I speak up.
Jesse frowns. Becky looks uncomfortable.
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"Yes that was where I saw you" she chuckles as we shake hands. "What is your name again?"
"Skyler and this is my date Mark" I tell her. She shakes hands with Mark.
"I watch you and Danny every morning" brags Mark. "It is fantastic to meet you guys"
"Pleasure is all mine" Becky mentions with a smile.
She made me want to gag. She was so fake. Inside and outside.
"Where did you find this wet noodle?" Jesse whispers to me as Mark talks with Becky.
"Mark is a nice guy. Jenelle hooked me up with him. I like him" I scoff.
"He looks as boring as the text book he crawled out from under" laughs Jesse.
"Hush" I grumble. "Are you jealous?" I tease.
"Me? Jealous? No" he tells me. I was getting under his skin. I could tell.
"You wanted me to bring him. You said dating was fine" I point out.
"I am. You can date a wet noodle if you want to date a wet noodle" he mutters. "see if I care"
"Mark is delightful. I am glad you brought him" Becky tells me. "I get so bored at these smoky clubs. Mark has so much to talk about. He went to the same college I went to" brags Becky to Jesse.
"Small world" Jesse says as he forces a smile.
"Where did you go to college at Jesse?" asks Mark.
"I did not go to college. I in fact am a high school drop out. Talk about that" mutters Jesse.
He wanders off.
"Jess!" I sigh.
Becky does not bother to go after him. I do. I go back stage with him. I felt badly at how things were going here. I never wanted him to feel this way. And feel left out of the crowd. And to feel badly about himself. Becky did not care she was making him feel this way. She did not even bother to chase after him.
"Jess what has gotten into you? You did not have to share that" I point out.
"I did. They were bringing up college. And I hate that" he mutters.
"But they were bringing up small talk. That was all" I tell him. "I never went to collage either. Beauty school but not collage. So what?"
"It matters to Becky" he admits. "I am less than average. I will never be enough for her"
"That should not matter to anyone. What should matter is who you are now. Not your past" I softly say. "if she can't see past your past how are you going to have a future?" I point out.
He shakes his head. "I don't know" he admits.
I place my hand on his arm. "Jesse she should bring you up not tare you down" I softly tell him.
He smiles at me. "I am at this club with the wrong girl" he admits.
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Butterflies jumble in my stomach again. I smile back at him. He pulls me in his arms. Then his lips fall to mine. He groans softly as I cling to him. And my lips return his kisses feverishly. I melt into his body. I wanted this so badly. I wanted to be his. But I was not fully his.
"Jess someone might see us" I stammer as I manage to pull apart from him. I bolt out of there.
Later that night I avoided Jesse. And then he was playing with the band. He played "Up Town Girl" and many more great hits that night. His eyes were following me as we all danced.
"Can I have this dance?" Mark asks me during a slow song.
"Sure" I agree.
Jesse looked great in the spot light. Becky was not even watching him. She was talking to Danny and Vicky over at the table we had been sitting at. Jesse was wearing leather pants. And a dark black shirt with a leather wrist band.
He looked so hot. I could not keep my eyes off him. Mark pulls me in his arms. And my heart was not there with him. My heart was on stage with Jesse. As I dances I felt Jesse's eyes on me. Mine were on his.
"I want to know what love is.....and I want you to show me" Jesse croons into the microphone. He was singing the hit Foreigner song. My heart races. Tears come to me. Why could this not be easy for him?
Why could he not pick me?
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"Is something wrong? I felt like you have been a little distant tonight?" Mark asks me.
"My mind was else where. I am sorry" I admit.
"I gotcha" he tells me.
"I am sorry" I softly tell him.
"It is Jesse right? You have feelings for him?" he asks me.
I was shocked. "You knew?" I ask.
He nods. "I can tell. But I admit I wish you were focused on us. Not him" he tells me.
"I am so sorry Mark" I sigh.
"I understand. I can help make him jealous. And I would not mind the attention" he jokes. "we could dance closer. And I could kiss you" he teases.
I blush. "Mark I do not want to hurt anyone" I say. "really"
"I know. Let me help and help myself" he softly adds.
His lips fall to mine surprisingly. And I return his kisses. Knowing Jesse was watching the whole entire thing while I was kissing Mark. Mark was not a bad kisser. But he was not Jesse.
"Mark" I giggle after the kiss was over. "that was nice" I say.
"Yes, it was. I hope you will give me a chance at least. Do I have that?" he wonders.
"Yes, you do" I lie.
He grins. "That is all I can hope to have"
I glance over his shoulder. I see Jesse glaring at me as he plays with the band. My heart sinks. What kind of love game were we playing? I felt like my heart was about to get shattered into a million pieces. And it was never going to get repaired by the only one who could fix it.
Jesse.
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