So I know that I’ve not been writing very much at all. Well, I haven’t written in over a year. I just lost inspiration to write really. So I wanted to write a new semi-romantic, semi-life emulating little number and see how it panned out. I’m still thinking of new things for my other stories. And hopefully with me exercising my creative muscles and with my muse sitting back on my shoulder I’ll have more chapters of everything else, especially Blood Stained. Anyway, please review! Thanks for everything guys!

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The Rat, Chapter 1

“What were you thinking, Meghan Seiler! He’s dumber than a rock!” my best friend Jack Daniels scolded me. Yes, that is really his name. No, I never let him live it down.

“He was hott,” I replied, running my fingers through my waist-length, dark brown hair. I’ve always loved my hair. I never needed to straighten it or use any products. The layers frame my ovular face and men love to play with it. Heck, I love to play with it.

“You’re so self-centered sometimes it’s unbelievable.” He turned me forcefully to face him and his light blue eyes bored into my hazel ones, which are more gold than green at the moment with my annoyance.

“It’s not my fault that I don’t have trouble finding men who want me,” I said with a pout.

“I’m not straight. Those lips won’t work on me,” Jack tossed back at me with his infamous smirk.

“You’re frustrating! Jack, I was drunk last night. We had a class together and we’ve been wanting each other for a while,” I explain, rubbing my cheek with my hand.

“No, you are, Megs. I don’t want you ending up pregnant. Right now you’re unhappy. Did you have any connection with him besides lust?” His long fingers twisted in his sun blond hair as he usually tends to do when he’s very serious and very nervous.

I sighed and licked my naturally pink lips. Yes, I’m proud of it. “No.” It takes me a moment longer and I can feel his gaze boring into me. He has to have some kind of mental strength to make his gaze that powerful because it was making my stomach churn and I couldn’t even see it. “And I shouldn’t have. But we used a condom and it’s just the first week of school. When classes and work at The Rathskeller starts, things will be different.”

“Will they?” I felt my heart melt. He was truly worried about me.

“J.D. it’s hard for me,” I said quietly. He was the only person who saw this part of me. The part of me that was actually serious and unsure. Not the usual well-dressed, fast-talking vixen whose behavior covers up everything she wants to hide from the world.

“I know, girl. I know.” He’d been there when I walked out of Jeremy Michael’s back seat at the age of 16 with my hair mussed and my mouth opened in shock. I’d lost my virginity to a 21 year old community college student who’d taken one look at me and decided to seduce me. It’d worked. Jack had seen straight through it. He begged and pleaded with me not to give Jeremy the light of day, but I gave him more. We dated for two months and I knew more about the male body than most married women did by the end of it. I ended it when my mother handed me a prescription for birth control pills. My own mother! I remember crying and feeling worthless. When I was with Jeremy I at least felt loved while we were joined together. Afterwards I felt empty, but while I was with him at least I could feel. Jack kept his mouth shut after a while and kept his back door unlocked so I could slip into his room and find real comfort. He’d hold me until I slept. The night my mom gave me the prescription, Jack and I cuddled again. This time though, I was actually happy. I felt in control again. But, I should have known it wouldn’t have lasted.

“You don’t need sex to feel loved,” Jack said for the millionth time.

“It’s fun.” My voice failed me and I sounded lifeless.

“It’s a tool to you. And now it’s the only way you know how to communicate,” Jack told me and I laughed.

“I can’t do this right now, Jack. Let’s just go to The Rat for our very first meeting. Aren’t you terribly excited?” I asked, batting my long lashes at Jack who sighed heavily before nodding.

“Yes, I heard there was this brilliantly gay English guy who works there. Maybe I’ll have a chance at him,” he said and I winked at him.

“That’s the spirit!” I jumped up and down and he giggled like a little girl. He always makes fun of me. I think he’s just jealous that I’m the better dressed.

“You’re going to break those pretty little Gucci shoes you got on,” he teased me, flipping his hand in the gayest of ways. “And that, my child, is a sin.”

“Oh no!” I immediately stopped jumping. Yes, I’m serious. If I broke these shoes, I knew I’d cry. With the kind of salary my blue-collar mother makes and the kind of tips I make working as a waitress, these things are hard to come by.

“Are you really eighteen? ‘Cause your maturity level strikes me as…five. No! Four. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I made that mistake.” The wryness in his voice sucked the moisture from the air between us and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I keep you young at heart, darlin’,” I declared and straightened out my baby blue tube shirt which hugged my curves in the most alluring of ways. My lower rider jeans allowed my tanned belly to show and allowed my belly button ring to wink out at the world. It was a little diamond dragon and too darn cute for words!

“Yes. That you do,” he admitted, offering me his arm. “Now off to the Rat where I will learn to cook the famous Rathskeller burgers and you will reap the benefits from your looks and make the most tips out of everyone. And then you will use those to buy me a new car. Or a trip to Italy. Oh, Italian boys…”

Have I mentioned he’s a bit of a scatter brain? Well, my faithful little Jack is.