"Oh. My. God. Me too!" I watched Crystal laugh, apparently still flirting with the guy behind the bar. After all, she was
the type of girl that attracted the attention of weirdos and stalkers without knowing it. I shook my head, turning to face Zakk.
"So, how've you been?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "Been better. But I guess I've been worse too. Saw Maddie the other day," His face seemed to light up as he delved deeper into the conversation "Ran into her a couple weeks back." He took off his jacket, exposing the many bruises along the surface of his skin. Being able to get a closer to look, I noticed they were all completely different, both in size and shape: some huge and blotchy, others small, perfect shapes.
I guessed Zakk had seen me staring as he quickly and discreetly slid the jacket back on, shifting awkwardly under my gaze.
"Sorry. It's just...how did you get them?"
He sighed, slumping further into his seat. "I, er," he paused "I'll tell you later."
I guess it's better than him not telling me at all.
I huffed, slumping back in my seat and gulping down the last sip of my drink.
"Want another?" I asked, picking up his glass - which was also empty.
I wandered over to the bar and stood next to Crystal, who stunk of beer. "Are you drunk?" I asked her.
"Hmm," her voice was slurred and her face contorted as she tried to think of an answer. "Yup."
I rolled my eyes at her, ordering two more drinks for Zakk and I. "And," I added to the barman "Can you, er, not give her any more alcoholic drinks. If her mom sees her any worse than this, I'll be dead."
He chuckled, nodding as he passed me my drinks. "Sure. I'll make sure she gets home alright, too if you want."
I nodded. "Yeah, thanks. It's Scarlett."
"Matt." His expression changed, becoming unreadable. I raised an eyebrow barely, muttering a thank you before turning back towards our table.
I stopped, turning back to Crystal. "Be careful, he's a bit, mmm... creepy." I whispered in her ear. She just giggled, taking another sip of the cocktail in front of her.
"See you later." She grinned.
"Yeah." I replied, rolling my eyes at her, although I couldn't help but smile back. "See you."
You know what "Normal" is? A setting on a washing machine. No one wants to be that.