Disclaimer: Hey everyone! Thanks to everyone who voted, commented and just plain out read my story. I apologize for the resent POV, hopefully this chapter is better. FAIR WARNING!! To those who are against violence and minor swearing, it's going to be in the story. So without further a do here's chapter two!
Elizabeth's POV
"BELL HURRY UP!" I yelled loud enough for her to hear from her bedroom.
I was lingering in the doorway wearing my favorite brown leather jacket accompanied by jean shorts that ran seductively along my upper mid-thigh, while snuggling perfectly against my pear shaped silhouette. The matching black sleeveless V-neck cupped my upper body with great embrace as it hugged my curves with great perfection. All this was finished with black knee high boots that enhanced my well sculpted sporty physique. My dirty blonde locks were pulled into a messy bun that framed my enchanting bone structure alongside my face. My creamy white skin tones drew the attention from my outfit.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Bell states as she steps out of her bedroom.
As she walks closer to me I can see she chose her sexy red little number, that fit her flawless white skin perfectly. The strapless ensemble clinging to her perfect eight shaped body almost gave me pangs of jealousy. My eyes strolled down her body. Her feet were greatly arched after being fitted into four-inch black stilettos. Her normally five-foot-two self seemed larger than life itself. Her matching dirty blonde hair flowed gracefully in long gentle waves as it cascaded loosely down to her lower back.
"Damn sis you lookin fine! You look scrumptious enough to eat. " I state in slight apprehension. The twinkle of her heart-shaped locket was the final touch that caught my eye, as she then came up to me.
"Thanks sis, but it's not a competition... but if it was I'd win." Bell states in a teasing manner.
"Oh bite me! Come on lets head out!" I say with a playful laugh
We say goodbye to Luka and head out the door to meet Jeff at the bar.
AT THE BAR
We walk into the bar and are instantly bombarded with loud laughter of drunken patrons sucking down bottles of imported liquor. The dim lighting hides any chance of recognition to any of the shadows sitting around the cash flowing tabs awaiting payment.
As we take in the view, all eyes are on us. We head to the far corner of the bar and take a seat as the heads turn in our direction.
"Where's Jeff? I thought he'd be here by now." Bells questions to me, trying to ignore the glances.
"Don't worry I'm sure he'll arrive soon." I reassure Bell while glancing at my cell phone on the table. I notice a missed call from Jeff.
"One sec, Jeff left me a voice mail." I tell Bell as I lift the phone to my right ear, while blocking out the back round noise by placing my free hand over my left ear. I listen to the voice mail.
"Hey Elizabeth its Jeff. Sorry but I can't make it to the bar. Some important business came up and I'm unable to come. But please enjoy yourself none the less. Talk to you soon. Bye.
I look at my phone flabbergasted. I couldn't believe Jeff wasn't coming.
"He's not coming. He said something came up and he's not showing." I tell Bell, irritation in each word.
"WHAT! I can't believe it. The time we actually decide to go out and he's a no show! That's just so typical," Bell exclaims gruffly,"So what do you want to do now?" Bell tells me.