Saturday_Night

@hotmail.com Saturday Night Slipping on my shirt and buckling my new belt, the excitement rose from my skin. After a long week and hours of draining study, Saturday nights were always looked forward to. A quick shave and a shower, my mind cleansed itself from any stress and the problems, they would have to wait. Styling my hair to perfection with my some of my newly bought Dax wax, I was ready to go. Arriving at the Central Parks’ nightclub, the guys and I lined up to the I.D. check. Central Parks is the hottest club in the Westcoast. The electrifying buzz made me feel tense. I was the youngest out of my friends and still used a fake driver’s licence, I always got edgy waiting in line and approaching the bouncers. A stern look and dark eyes, he nodded directing me inside with the rest of the crew. Relief swept over my face. I could only smile. Together we walked upstairs, the music grew louder and the adrenaline started to kick in. Paying through the second door, lights flashed and drinks spilled. After a few drinks at Johnny’s I could feel myself gradually getting tipsy. Looking over at Dan, we instinctively walked towards the bar and grabbed a beer, we made our way over to the dance floor. Bopping my head back and forth occasionally raising my hands and singing, I wasn’t much of a dancer but the alcohol works its wonders. Finding a pretty blonde with a blue dress, we danced some more and exchanged numbers. Yeah, tonight was going to be a good night. Brown hair and green eyes, her black handbag complimented her revealing but appropriate black laced dress. Tara was a stunning and attractive young lady. Meeting her eyes, my heart hopped into my mouth. ‘I didn’t know you smoked'’ she asked half surprised and lighting a cigarette of her own. ‘Nah I don’t, just came out with Dan to cool down a bit,’ looking over to see him engaged in conversation with three other pretty smashed girls and a quick wink back at me to ensure he’s alright. We both grinned. As always Tara was beautiful, it was a few months since I last saw her. ‘What have you been up to lately' It’s been awhile Conor,’ my thoughts scrambled through my head trying to think of something clever to say. ‘Haha I know, was trying to hide from you’ she looked up and laughed at the remark. Delighted with my smooth line, I asked her inside for a dance as she finished her cigarette. A smoky mist filled the air intertwining with the green and pink flashing lights. Her hair waved as she moved and the music made my heart thump. We looked at each other, a look of seduction and I felt my blood pumping through my veins. Her hands gripped my shoulders as mine softly were placed at her waist. The DJ whispered into the microphone and we got closer. Staring into each other’s eyes, we both knew we couldn’t… Tara was Mike’s girlfriend, they have been going out for the past two years. Mike was a good friend, we knew each other since we were younger and we trusted each other completely. I would never do anything to hurt Mike. ‘Hey come on and let’s get a drink, I’m thirsty,’ ordering two more drinks, I looked around only so see Tara hugging Mike with his arms fenced around her. Noticing me he nodded, nodding back my stomach turned. For some reason I felt a sudden dislike for Mike, as if he had done something to me. Quickly regaining focus I walked over to greet him. ‘What ya drinkin’ champ'’ slapping Mike a high five. ‘Ah I’m done for the night budd, gonna catch a taxi home soon. It’s getting late,’ hugging Tara he made his way outside. They did not kiss. ‘You took your time,’ taking her drink Tara looked at me giving a playful smile. My heart skipped a beat and palms grew sweaty, I felt nervous again. Her radiance lit up the room and her personality was one of a kind. Thinking about it I was jealous of Mike. She stayed in the club with me and I felt a certain intimacy rekindling, we walked over to the lounge area and hung out. Two in the morning and the night was coming to an end, the guys had left earlier and I stayed on with Tara. The club was closing down and a drunken flurry of people began flooding the streets. Walking along the sidewalk, Tara would gently brush her hand off of mine every so often and looked up at me. She was very good at flirting, I was trying my best. Walking by us was the pretty blonde with the blue dress, I looked away before she caught my eye, ignoring her. She had long slim legs, tanned and walked like a model. Any other night I would have been all over her, tonight was different. A taxi pulled up beside us, it was nearly full. Mike pushed open the door. ‘Conor, thanks for looking after her. See ya Monday bud.’ Winking back I gave a half-hearted smile. ‘Chat to you guys later.’ Tara hopped into the last free seat. Mike put his arm around her giving her a kiss on the cheek. I turned and walked away as they drove off. ’65 Westbrook St please’ ‘No problem kid.’ A disappointed and sick feeling filled my gut. All I could thing about was Tara’s brilliant smile and how stupid I felt. I wished I didn’t know Mike. I was in love with Tara and I know she has feelings for me too. Contradicting myself again I was glad Mike was my friend. Always there for me he was a genuine guy. Another thought of Tara and I felt my ribs tighten around my lungs. My mind was in a mess. The loneliness surrounding me could not have made this cab home anymore depressing.