Free Wench With Wings by Rose D. Cassidy Page B

it started that night you couldn’t find your way home. You were coming from her place.”
    “Yeah so, but no not why I’ve been fucked up, I told you, I just need a fight.”
    “Yeah okay, whatever man, you got the hots for Trey. You don’t do that shit what’s so special about her? I mean, I know , but really you ?”
    “Ya know what? We’re done talking about it. You do know me, end of bitch conversation.” They went a ways in quiet before it hit Dane, “Wholly fuck it was the same night she apparently got fucked up and conjured up a fight. What did you do to her?”
    “Me? Come on man! What would I do to her? You saw the girl.”
    “I don’t know you’re different, you aint like all the rest of us schmucks. She would take notice to you, I heard she normally don’t date, maybe she was just waiting out for someone different and you'd defiantly fit.” He shrugged like that was it; it made all the sense in the world, but Ayden knew different, she was fucking a guy last night.
    “Really? Are we really having some kind of bitch talk? You know me man.”
    “Yea, that’s my point.” When they rounded the corner his bit of excitement along with his irritation from Dane disappeared and what appeared just annoyed him; utter disappointment. He wanted to see her and the place was closed and he couldn’t. “Well it’s closed, let’s go to the bar.”
    After closing up shop the ladies walked down to the bar. It was packed but that's what Trey wanted. She wanted to get drunk, dance, hang out with the girls and have a grand ‘ol time. She bought the first round of shots for the ones that showed and doubled her own Jack before downing half a beer. Then she pulled the girls to the dance floor. She would have fun tonight, she would let loose and enjoy college life. She’s worked harder this week than she has in a while and she needed to let loose some of that amped up nerves. She was back in control fully and that Ayden boy would not change it. After a couple songs she headed back to the bar for another beer when she spotted him and went to flee back where she came from. She stopped dead, demanding her control, she doesn’t flee, ‘what the hell is wrong with me?’ She thought as Gwen came up beside her. “You good, Chic?”
    “Ah, yea I just spun a little coming off the dance floor, I’m good! Ya need another beer?”
    “Yeah!” Gwen walked ahead. Trey kept her eyes on Ayden he was facing to his right talking to some girl. Trey felt a pang of jealousy she so badly wanted to shake; to get rid of it. Why should she be, he was not hers in any way and she did not want him to be. Than Gwen cut right in front of him. ‘Oh my goddess, seriously Gwen.’ She was hoping that he would be too busy to even see her but Gwen completely squashed that. She walked up behind her and Ayden glanced her way and opened his eyes a bit wider than turned back to Gwen pulling out his wallet. ‘Oh hell no! He would not buy their drinks.’ She leaned over Gwen’s shoulder, shot the bartender a look, “Hey chic put it on my tab, please.” Then grabbed her beer and Gwen’s arm to pull her away. “What was that?”
    “I just wanna dance, come on!” She masked her annoyance, maybe a bit of jealousy pretty darn good.
    “Than dance with me,” Ayden said grabbing Trey's hand and lacing his fingers with hers.
    “Ha, I don’t dance with boys ,” she said with confidence as she went to remove her hand from his. He felt her pull and he gripped harder then ran his thumb along the inside of her wrist hoping to seduce her with his touch. He could any female. All he had to do to the tough ones was show pleading in his eyes so he flashed them to her and she laughed. “Oh, honny that sorry pleading look aint gonna work on me,” she leaned into him to whisper in his ear, “and it is not a look that looks good on you.” He gripped her hip and pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear, “Than what look does look good on me, you