Repair Me (2 page)

             
The sound of the band increased to each song, sometimes making Davien having to push his stool and place his acoustic on it's stand in order to rock with the band. Their style was a mixture of mainly modern light rock. Obviously everyone in the bar agreed that they loved the style. “Want something else to drink…shots?” Natalia asked over the loud music.

             
“No, I’m skippin’ on the shots tonight, I’ll grab another beer.” I had really become the ‘uncool’ one over the last year since Anthony and I grew closer. He had passed the partying days and I felt guilty to do otherwise. I threw a ten dollar bill across the table, but she passed it back.

             
“Be right back, I’ll grab us something from the bar.” She scoot off her chair and elbowed her way through the loud crowd of girls dancing to The Pits. I felt uncomfortable as I sat alone, close to the stage as I tried to keep my eyes on Scott.  He was my security for the night, or at least that's what I told myself. If Natalia trusted him, I knew I could. He was her everything and I had never seen her so happy.

             
I looked over the crowd trying to spot her at the bar, hoping she would return soon. The place was packed and I knew it would take a moment. The music stopped and I looked at my phone and saw that the band had been on stage for over an hour. I assumed the show was over when the clapping and shouting grew.  My phone glowed another missed phone call and I shoved it back in the pocket to my high denim shorts.

             
The whole bar softened quickly when Davien’s voice came through the mic again. He was sitting on the stool again and was singing a soft song that he barely whispered the first words through. My eyes returned to the stage and I immediately noticed Davien’s soft grin when he saw my face and he winked his eye to my direction. My eyes widened with shock and I looked away trying to focus my attention back to Scott, my safe spot. But I caught Davien as he slightly dropped his head back and laughed with amusement to catching my stares. As he was entertained at my nervous, unwanted watching, I squirmed in my seat. My hands flew to my heated cheeks as I tried to cover them. I didn't want him to notice me, I wanted to prove to him that I wasn't the other girls. I was Avery Addison, a woman that was happy with her boyfriend and determined to stay far away from a crowd like this.

             
Shaking my head I thought about how different Natalia and I really were. She loved the attention that Scott brought to their relationship and I was the quiet one that was dedicated to fulfilling my dreams.

             
Fighting myself, the words from the song took over everything. “
You were my everything, you were sent from heaven. But now you are gone. Your touch is still in my hand, the feeling will never fade.”
The words paused as Scott played softly in the background. Every woman in the building swayed to the song. “
The memories are there, but I only have dreams. Those beautiful eyes
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the smile on your face, the laughter in your voice. But baby the memories that hold me tight, is the moments alone. Holding you tight never letting you go. I’ve grown weak and I’ve become a selfish man. You left me but you’ll be in my heart forever. No one will ever replace you.”

             
The song faded into the distance when Natalia returned with the drinks. She smiled at Scott .“I love this one. They don’t play it often but the first time I heard it sent chills up my spine. Davien’s voice really catches your attention.” Yes it did, she really was right.

             
I agreed, I wasn’t sure who wrote the lyrics but I remembered Natalia at one time telling me that The Pits wrote most of their own lyrics and obviously one of the band members had a girlfriend that left him and he had a hard time letting her go.  I sure hoped it wasn't Scott that had a past he didn't want to leave.

             
When the song ended, Davien stood from the wooden stool, pushing it back a little as he grabbed the mic. He held his hand in the air and he yelled into the crowd. “Thank you everyone for coming out. See you guys next weekend.” The audience cheered as the guys made their way from the stage. 

             
Rushing with pride, Scott walked to Natalia and pressed his lips to her cheek, she smiled like a teen-aged girl getting her first little kiss. “You guys were awesome.” She jumped off her chair and congratulated each band member.  Linking her arms around Scott's high neck, Natalia jumped as he gripped at her waist.

             
Davien placed his hand to the back of my chair and I noticed I had taken over his spot .“I’m sorry.” I turned to jump off the chair. My stomach tied with strong knots as I fought my words. Not just my words, but I fought my resistance. I knew that the man could care less about simple ol' Avery, the girl he probably forgot who I even came here with. But my body wished I could just have one single innocent moment with him.

             
He placed his hand on my thigh, pushing me back against the seat. “Sit. Thanks for coming out.” He smiled and his eyes sparkled in the low lights above us.  I lowered my myself back to my seat and one of his hands casually trailed to my shoulder and innocently stroked across. I tensed from his hand. I was sure it was involuntarily, his hand just happened to be resting on the high back bar stool where my back was rested. But I still felt those tingles travel through my body.

             
Every woman in the bar was attracted to the man like a magnet and I totally understood why. He wasn’t just obviously gorgeous but the way he talked, the slight raspy voice behind his lips, made my thighs grip together. He could speak short 3 word sentences and still catch your attention. His eyes spoke it all, then there was the smile, that devilish smile that made you want to slump in your seat. He was flirtatious just with the look from his eyes. Why did I even bother thinking about this man? My mind was being hijacked with someone else thoughts.

             
I was noticing all of the ladies returning their attention back to the lead singer. He left his spot and walked to the bar. Still staring, I watched the many women in the crowd fighting for Davien's touch. I hated the feeling that Davien was giving me, but I felt jealousy at the other women.

             
I listened to Scott talk with Justin and Vince. They were happy with each other. Natalia, well she was proud of her man and I could tell she was excited that he showed her off to all of the fans to notify he was taken. I was sure everyone in the building was jealous of Natalia, having a young hot man that wasn’t available. He was extremely nice to the entire audience and bar patrons, but it was completely innocent and Natalia adored that from him. Every so often a fan would come to the guys sides and ask for an autograph and Scott smiled and scribbled his name across, papers and posters, CD cases and numerous other 'things'. All while Natalia had her hand placed on his thigh. The fans respected her and she made it very clear that he was 'her property'. Vince and Justin were nothing like Davien, but they were extremely flirtatious. I wasn't sure if it was over friendliness to their fans of their way of finding tonight's choice of ass. All while keeping it clean, unlike the sex god across the room.

             
Davien had his waist pressed against the edge of the bar while a girl in an extremely short skirt sat on the very same bar in front of him with her legs spread wide open and in the air. He was using his teeth to grip on a sharpie marker and bent towards her and autographed who knows what.  I sighed as I shook my head. Eww.

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              Soon after The Pits were done the crowd started thinning out and I finished my beer. The guys were grabbing their things. “You coming over tonight Natalia?” I could hear Scott whispering in her ear.

             
She smiled back and shrugged her shoulders. “Gotta drop off Avery.” She directed her eyes towards me.

             
“You should come over for awhile, Avery.” Scott suggested. “Ah Davien doesn’t bite.” He nodded toward the flirtatious sex god and laughed. “Well sometimes.” I whipped my eyes back and forth as I realized what he was saying. I knew that Scott had a room mate from the band but I wasn’t expecting Mr. gorgeous to be the one. I told myself.. not Mr. Gorgeous, Mr. Slut.

             
Natalia went to Scott’s house every so often. Sometimes spending the night together on some occasions. She still had her own apartment through our college and they planned on continuing it that way to slowly grow their relationship. At least until school was through.

             
“Aww, thanks, Scott, but not tonight. It’s already late and I gotta study tomorrow.” He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, not expecting the turn down from the invitation. I was sure that many fans would love to return home with these guys. Natalia pressed her lips to Scott and told him that she’d be over later. The guys all turned around and waved us off, each thanking us from coming out.  Even the godly arrogant sex model turned from his personal group and offered a short wave.

             
Natalia talked about Scott and the band the whole way to my house. She constantly smiled and threw her head back each time she mentioned his name. “You are so coming with us again next weekend and you have to come back to the house afterwords. Like Scott said Davien doesn’t bite. And he’s hot as hell.” She glanced at me and smiled. “C'mon just admit it... he's hot as fuck huh?”

             
“You know I can’t and Natalia I am in a relationship” I whipped my eyes at her. “Anthony would kill me if he found out that Scott had a hot room mate. Davien sure isn't my type, he is definitely the sluttiest man I have ever seen. Anyways I’m not a groupie that wants to hang out with the band members.”

             
“Avery, you always think the worst. The guys don’t bring girls home. They’re not stupid. Last thing they want is a group of chicks stalking their house every night. It took almost 3 months before Scott invited me over. Really Davien isn't what you think. It's an act, that's how they get their fans. Just like kissing ass at work, yeah just like that.” She laughed, looking away from the road to roll her eyes at me. “And, Avery, I do know that Anthony is gone every other weekend. He’ll never even know.”

             
“You are such a bad influence you know. But sorry I don't buy the 'acting deal' that Mr. Davien is working. I find it gross.” I smiled back. Just imagining walking into the home of Scott and Davien's, wondering what these guys would even think of. If they didn’t want groupies at their home, I’m sure they didn’t want Scott’s girlfriend’s best friends tagging along either. The Pits weren't exactly famous, but they were obviously popular and well known in the area. What would Davien say when he saw the boring Avery walk into his bachelor pad. What an awkward night I was not wanting to have.

             
The bachelor pad that probably didn't even have a couch, everyone just sat on the edges of the pool table that covered the living room. Maybe a beer pong table was sitting next to it. Lines of people in the kitchen waiting for their turn to fill up their cups at the beer keg. Who knows what was going on in the next room. Davien's thick row on girls waiting for their turn with him? How many did he take in at a time? With a black light over his bed and neon bar signs on the walls.

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We had just pulled into my driveway to my home, just outside of Chicago. The living room light was still on, surprising me since Anthony usually went to sleep by this time. “You want me to walk you in?” I shook my head. “Yes, I’m walking you in.  I’ll let him know that I’m sorry for keeping you out so late.”

             
I smiled hoping that she would cheer him up. I knew he was concerned to why I didn’t return his calls. I debated on the story I would tell Anthony. Possibly tell him I had no reception in the bar or maybe I just didn't hear the ring. When I stepped out of the car, I reached in my purse and pulled my keys out.

             
We lived in a two story, four bedroom upper middle class home. The place was much too big for just the two of us but Anthony wanted to purchase a home large enough for entertaining and possibly for growing our family in the future. The house was surrounded by homes claimed by people with high paying careers, not a student girlfriend. I always felt out of place. Most couples in their late forties, early fifties and here was young 22 year old Avery. I was probably known as the neighborhood chick that everyone gossiped about.

             
Taking a deep breath, I turned my key and glanced at Natalia as she smiled. As I stepped into our massive entryway, I saw Anthony sitting in the leather recliner just inside of the living room. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a tight fitting plain white undershirt. His body was amazing, showing off the hours he spent in the gym daily.

             
I remembered the first day I met him. I thought he was the perfect man in the world. His skin glimmered from an light, perfect deep natural tan pigment. His eyes were seductive and his voice spoke of extreme maturity. Nothing like the bad boy image I had just seen at the bar. If Anthony could have an opposite, Davien would be the match.