Chapter 13

	“Strawberry Daiquiri please,” I said to the bar tender. “Oh, and make 
it a virgin, I don’t want to be drunk tonight.” 

	“Sure thing miss. You don’t even look old enough to have alcohol
anyway. But, since this is and eighteen and over club and you asked for non
alcoholic, I’m not even gonna card ya.”

	“I am 20. I may not look it, but I swear to you that I am 20 years old.”

	“Alright. Here you go. That’ll be $4.00.”

	“Can I put it on the Backstreet Boys’ tab? I’m here with them.”

	“I guess. Just let me take your name to make sure you’re on the list.”

	“Bobbi Anderson.”

	“You’re there. Well, have a good evening. And tell the DJ Mark says to
play good music, not the crap he’s been playing,” he said with a smile.

	I gave a flirtatious smile and sauntered away, nearly getting run over 
by none other than AJ. 

	“Watch where you’re going!” he said loudly.

	“Me?! You’re the one tearing up the stairs like there’s no tomorrow!”

	“You should watch where you’re going. And maybe take off those
sunglasses indoors. You can’t see a thing in those!” he cried.

	“Look who’s talking. Look in the mirror and see that those 
sunglasses on your face aren’t a tattoo like the rest of your body,” I said 
taking them off his face rather forcefully. I’d set my drink down by now. It 
was not time to be holding a projectile with my temper. Although I was 
surprised to find gorgeous eyes beneath the glasses I didn’t let it stop me. 
“And second off, why don’t you just come off that high horse of yours! Not 
every girl on this planet worships the ground you walk on! Me included. I could
care less if you jumped into the ocean right now!!!”

	“Me arrogant?? Hah!! It’s you that need a lesson in manners bitch!”

	“Bitch! What gives you the right to call me names that can only be used
to describe your existence! You dumb bastard!” I said, knowing that I was
setting myself up for an explosion. My temper is normally controlled, but when
I let loose people had better watch out. Especially if they’ve crossed me 
before.
 
	“Bastard!? Now you’ve really pissed me off. If you were a guy I’d hit
you so hard you wouldn’t wake up for a week,” he threatened.

	“Yeah, but if I were a guy I could probably beat your skinny-no-muscle-
excuse for-a body to a pulp!”

	“Guys, guys, cool it! You’re drawing a crowd!” Howie yelled jumping
into the middle of our fight. True, a fair sized crowd had appeared, obviously
wanting to know what was going on. 

Chapter 14

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