The boy is mine/// Pogue

Her footsteps echoed around her as she walked towards the bar that was tucked quietly away at the corner of her street. Himalia wore a tight singlet that clung to her body and was low cut and shorts that fell halfway down her thighs. Yeah she knew it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit but that is what you do when you want something, especially from the other sex. The night air stung her exposed skin and she crossed her arms and rubbed her bare arms trying to bring back some warmth. Finally she reached the pub and reached a slim hand out to the wooden door which was full of chips and cracks. Himalia pushed it open and it swung wide on well-oiled hinges. She stepped into the bar and let the door swing shut with a bang behind. A wave of heat washed over her and slowly she could finally feel her fingers and toes. She sashayed over to the bar and delicately sat on one of the stools resting her chin on her hand. This was a daily thing. She would go to the bar have a few drinks and find a guy to go home with. Himalia didn’t like to be lonely it wasn’t her; she needed people even if it was just for one night.

Himalia stared at the glass in front of her and wondered what other peoples life would be like, sitting at home in the darkness with no one to keep them company. None of the thrills of being touched; just a plain simple boring life. That wasn’t her! She was a young out going girl who needed to shine and be the center of attention. Who got everything she asked for and who just throws themselves at any hot sexy guy. What was wrong with that? Himalia wonder if her father would be disappointed in the way she turned out, he didn’t say anything when she came home in the morning with messed up hair and a breath that stank of alcohol. She didn’t see anything wrong with what she did but Himalia would hate to disappoint her father that she loved dearly. Maybe one day she would ask him what he thought of her but not tonight, no, not tonight. She was in the mood for some fun, looking for someone to fool around with. She felt herself smile and thought, it wasn’t her fault she never had a female figure to help shape her. If she did maybe she would’ve been different. To be honest she liked who she was, she didn’t want to be different.


She reached out to the glass in front of her and tipped it back into her mouth. As the liquid dripped from the glass into her mouth she swallowed. she could feel the opaque liquid slide down her throat leaving a fiery burn in its place. Himalia let out a small cough and twisted a golden lock around her finger. This was the life she liked. It was like she was trying to convince herself that this path she chose is fine and perfectly acceptable. Even though it hurt to hear it she knew she was a big slut but at least she could admit that to herself. Many people in this district wouldn’t be able to say they were a slut but she was brave and confident, she could say it. “I’m a slut,” she murmured quietly to herself and felt that trade mark smirk alight her face. A small giggle escaped her lips and she knew people would be giving her strange looks but she didn’t care.

She slid off the stool and landed on her feet using the bench as support. Her green eyes travelled around the small bar and landed on a guy with jet black hair and startling blue eyes. He had lovely smooth white skin and a smile that was crooked to one side. Oh man this was her cup of tea. He had big biceps and she couldn’t stop herself from staring. She knew a good set of abs were hiding under that shirt of his. She put on her most seductive smile and swayed towards the man sitting in the corner. But stopped in her tracks as she saw another girl staring at the boy. Himalia tried to ignore the girl and walk forward calmly trying to beat her to where the boy sat.