CHAPTER SEVEN

"Bitter-Sweet Casanova"

"Oh man, Nat! You rocks!" Ethan Grey said after my heart-breaking performance. He is our band's drummer.

"Yeah," Levi Leighton and Chris Brandt, both our guitarist and pianist, agreed in a chorus, and the three of them clap their hands.

Of course, I am only half listening. My stupid heart is still longing for someone who's here yet so far. I drink one heavy shot more then I gasp and choke a little bit.

"Know what? I still can't believe it! The hard-headed, care-for-no-one-else, self-centered, numb heart, Casanova, will finally come out on the shell and turned-out into a cry baby for a girl," Levi insisted a moment later. "Is that dedicated to someone else? Your girl? Is she pretty? Or wonderful? Or just common- a slut or gold digger? Oh man, is she?" then he laughs so loud.

I clench my fists. Damn blurry vision due to alcohol that I drink! In spite of that, I still manage to punch him on his jaw. I can see the shock on Ethan and Levi's face, while Chris is still unreadable. I grab Levi's collar then shout at him. "You never know her! You knew nothing!"

"Hey, easy!" Levi said.

I look at the three of them then head off.

"Is she Nadine of Arizona clan of businessmen? No wonder."

I still heard Ethan said before I left.

"Bro, I think he really is serious on this girl," Chris insists.

No they're wrong! They are all wrong! I hit the side of my car with a hard stroke of heavy kick. Neither I nor anybody else can understand how I really feel neither at this very moment, nor before or even the next days. Love never exists! That phrase hits me inside as it strikes another deeper wound of my heart. I don't want to love because I am contented to be alone. I close my eyes then her lovely face and innocent charm comes out on my mind again. Or maybe, I did love once and for all. I am gone on so many relationships, to which I don't take seriously, not until I met Nadine Arizona. I admit that this girl can make me happy more than anyone else, and moments with her is something to cherish, but still, my heart that speaks for someone that is missing is really unexplainable. Julia. . .

Once again, I made my way inside the bar then drag the first lady who caught my sight, lead her to the dance floor, dance with her, and kiss her thoroughly on the lips. Our eyes met. Our body froze. Her gaze is so unreadable, but I remember someone special because of her. Enough for hysterical! She is not her, Nat! Moments later, she pushes me away then slaps me right into my face. It hurt so bad that I can feel the blood arising on my face. You hellcat!

"How dare you?!" she shouted.

I study her from head to toe. Pretty! I give her a teasing smile. She is about five feet four inches, has a fair skin, naturally-curly hair, brown eyes and her face is so simple but lovely.