Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Mystery Girl


The air was thick and humid, I could feel the rhythmic pounding of the music deep in my chest.

"Why am I here?" I thought to myself as I glanced around the room. So many nights I came here here looking for her without any luck. I must be crazy thinking that she would be here again, and yet, every weekend I find myself still searching.

"Come dance with us, sexy." I turned to see a pretty blonde girl dancing in a group of other girls who looked exactly alike. One of the girls in her group wore a white sash that read "I'm the bride." They were all clearly drunk and looked as though they've been here a while. "I'm looking for someone." I said as I freed myself from her grasp. 

Standing at only 5'3, it was difficult for me to see as I made my way to the bar. Not only did I need a drink, but the bar was above the dance floor. Maybe I could stand a better chance of finding her from this view. It was a Friday night, and as usual the place was packed wall to wall with people drinking away the sorrows of their week. 

Music continued to pound through my chest in a perfect cadence in sync with my beating heart. I sat clinging to my drink like a security blanket. My eyes grazed just above the  dance floor as I looked for her. As I sat there, feeling the warmth of the alcohol flush to my face, I went back to that night. I told myself that I was trying to remember clues that would lead me to her. However, the more I replay the moments from the night, the more there was to regret. My unprepared actions, my insecurity, my confused thoughts, if only I had done things differently. Would it have mattered anyway? Would she be here with me tonight if I had acted on my impulses? 

"Is this seat taken? Ma'am?" Jarred from my thoughts I gestured for the soft spoken girl to sit. She seemed to be alone, odd scene for a young girl to be at all by herself, I thought. I had a difficult time believing that she was old enough to be here. It was none of my business, although at my age, everyone in here looked too young to be here. To her I probably looked too old to be here, hence the term Ma'am she dared to utter. 

I sipped my drink and turned around in my seat to peruse the room once again, and once again, she's not there. I have been coming here every weekend hoping to run into her again. I desperately wanted a do over, had I lost my chance? My heart sank as I slipped back to the memories of that night. 

We came here to celebrate my best friends birthday. Gay bars were always a safe spot to hang out with each other with out having to worry about men coming over with their unrelenting pick up lines. They never took no for an answer and it often made for a tough night. We were also all married and our husbands seemed more comfortable knowing we hang out at a gay bar. 

Shot after shot and soon we were all dancing and having a blast. I loved dancing. When I was on the dance floor, I felt young and sexy. It was nice to get out every now and then to let my hair down a little. 

Stuffed in like little sardines we danced and danced, sweat dripping down my face, I looked up to wipe my brow and that is when we locked eyes. She was up at the bar holding a beer. She seemed to be scouting out the place. She stood tall wearing a dark pair of men's jeans with a plain black tshirt. I was so caught up in her stare that I hadn't realized that I was the only one on the dance floor not dancing. My friends were oblivious to my trance that this woman had me in. 

Locked into her gaze, my body tingled in a way that was unfamiliar to me. She stood up there confidently drinking her beer while her eyes pierced right through me. She took a sip then gave a half smile. My knees felt weak as the butterflies swarmed in my stomach, I froze. It's as if she possessed powers that put me in a trance with a simple look. 

"Mik,? Mickey?? Mikayla?!" I jerked as I looked over to my friend who had been yelling my name. I hadn't noticed that they all stopped dancing. They were standing there looking at me confused. "I'm sorry, I got lost in thought I guess" I joked nervously. 
They all laughed as we walked off the dance floor, "Mik needs another drink! Come on guys let's go up to the bar." Lauren yelled. 

I panicked, "she was up there." I said to myself. "What?" Claire asked as she looked a bit concerned with my unusual behavior. "Oh, nothing, sorry." I laughed. "Lets get that drink." I smiled as I grabbed her hand and headed up the stairs. 

Lauren walked up and squeezed herself in between a couple of guys who were clearly chatting. That was so typical of her, sometimes it could be a little embarrassing, but it was all a part of her charm. Her plan worked, the two guys looked annoyed, but too polite to say anything. They both grabbed their drinks and headed off downstairs.  "A seat for all three of us now." She winked as she motioned for us to come sit.

Drinks in hand, laughs and great company, time was flying by. Lauren was telling us one of her hilarious stories when I felt some shove in next to me. I looked over my shoulder with a clear annoyed look on my face, I froze, it was her.

"What are you drinking?" She asked so confidently. I stuttered as I was unsure what to say. Before I could answer the bartender came by. "Beer please, and whatever she's having" She said as she pointed to my empty glass. "Umm, Thank you, but you don't need to buy my drink." I nervously expressed. "Not a problem, my pleasure." She smiled that half smile again, and I melted, again.

"What was this I was feeling?" I thought. I'm a married woman, of course it wasn't the happiest of marriages, but I was married...to a man. What's the harm in one drink really? It's not like I was cheating, this was another woman, being kind and buying me a drink...Like a friend. Right? I kept telling myself that through out the night. I never got her name as we danced, in fact, there wasn't much talking at all. My friends didn't question why there was an extra person hanging out with us, they were pretty wasted anyway. Come to think of it, so was I. Maybe I was reading into things a bit too much, she could just be wanting to have fun with us. These were all lies I told myself that night. The truth was, a single glance from her left me breathless. 

"Ma'am?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts as the bartender was handing me the check. Ma'am?? there's that word again, "Do I look like a fucking ma'am??" I thought to myself as I threw money down on the bar. She's not coming, why do I torture myself? I had no idea what I expected to do if she appeared anyway, say 'Hi, yes I've been coming back here nearly every weekend for the last two months hoping to run into you.' I'm insane, it's official. I've lost my goddamn mind.


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