Torn (Torn Series) Page 0,69
but I wanted to look amazing. I checked myself out in the mirror before slipping out of my room and down the stairs to meet Amber.
She was already there waiting for me and glanced up as I stepped out of the stairwell. “It’s about damn ti… whoa! Holy shit Chloe, you look amazing!”
I glanced at down at her super short miniskirt and ripped stockings, “You don’t look too bad yourself. You ready?”
We chatted all the way to the bar, both of us full of nervous energy. “What’s got you so wound up tonight Amber? Let me guess… Does it start with an A and end with an M?”
She giggled like she was fifteen, “Shut up! It does not, well maybe a little bit. Do you think he’ll notice me in this outfit?”
I gave her a bewildered look, “Are you kidding me? Every male in the whole damn place will be begging at your feet. He’d have to be blind not to notice those legs.”
She smiled like the cat that got the canary, “I hope so, he’s barely even glanced my way.”
I hesitated before I spoke. From what I knew of Adam, he wasn’t a one woman kind of guy and I was afraid Amber would get hurt. “Amber, I’m only saying this because I love you. I have no doubt he will notice you, but he’s not the type to stick with one girl. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up for something that is pretty much impossible.”
She snorted as she pulled the car into the parking lot and maneuvered into a space far too small. “You think I don’t know that? I don’t want to marry the guy. Have some fun? Sure why not. I’m done with relationships for a while, I just want to have a good time!”
I nodded as I tried to get out of the car without hitting the massive truck that was parked way too close next to us. “Alright then, that changes things. Go get him!”
We linked arms and giggled as we made our way into the bar. Heads turned as soon as we walked in and I felt a smug grin curve my lips. Breaking the Hunger was already playing as we made our way to our usual table. Despite our absence the last couple of weeks during break, it was still empty, waiting on us. The heat of a hundred male stares engulfed my body as I took a seat and looked up at the band playing on stage.
I felt my heart constrict at the sight of Drake standing there in all of his Rock God glory. He wore a black pair of jeans and a black shirt that clung to his body, showing every ridge of muscle that I knew was underneath. His hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead as he belted out a heavy rock number and I just wanted to run my hands through it.
Drake hadn’t noticed us yet since his eyes were closed as he threw himself mentally and physically into the song and I took full advantage of this time to just watch him. After watching him play so many times, he still amazed me with his presence on the stage. He sang one note and the world stopped for anyone who was lucky enough to hear it.
He finished out the final line of the song with a scream before opening his eyes and smiling at the crowd. “Alright guys, one more song and you get to pick. Tell me what you want!”
The crowd went wild as people began shouting song titles up at him. Before I could stop myself, I stood up and walked to the front of the stage. Drake’s eyes snapped to me instantly and almost bulged out of his head as he took in my dress. Eat your heart out buddy.
“I have a request!” I shouted over the crowd, who had quieted slightly when they noticed the looks he was giving me.
He walked over and leaned down until we were eye level, “And what would that be?”
I gave him a seductive smile, knowing I was playing with fire. “Gentleman by Theory of a Dead Man. You know that one right?”
His eyebrows disappeared into his hair as the women in the crowd started whistling. “Sure do, I’m a pro at it.” He walked back to the center of the stage and motioned for the band to start.
I sat back down with Amber as he started into the chorus and smiled