The Witty Runaway

Chapter 3

We pulled up to the club, and got out.
A couple of girls were making out on the hood of a car.
"d*mn!" I yelled, whistling at the sight infront of me.
Easton smacked my arm, "Stop. Sorry about her."
I laughed, and walked into the club.
Rusty yelled "Lana!" and ran up, kissing me.
"Rusty." I smiled, entertwining our fingers together.
I used to hate when we frist started talking and she would do that, because it was lik she was marking me.
We had barely started talking when she had done that.
*Flashback*
I bumped in to someone. 
"Sorry" I said, noticing I had spilt her drink.
"It's alright. I'm Rusty." she smiled.
"Lana." I smiled wiping her shirt, where I had spilt her drink.
She laughed, "Well doesn't this look like you just tried to put a move on me."
"I'm sorry, that's not what that was. I was just cleaning up the me-" 
"it's alright. I never said I didn't like it." Rusty giggled.
"O-ohh." I said, stepping back and studying her.
She had long naturally brown curly hair, was very fit, and was wearing a pink sundress.
We talked the night away, and at the end of the night she kissed me goodbye.
The next night when I walked in she had yelled my name loud, and then kissed me intensly.
It drove me nuts, because everybody thought I was off limits after.
*Flashback Over*
But now that I think about it, I love it.
"I missed you." I said, kissing her again.
"I missed you too, baby. You coming home with me tonight?" she smiled.
"As long as it's a normal night." I said.
Meaning that I am not giving up my v-card tonight.
She laughed, "Not in a million years would I ever make you. Just come home, and cuddle me."
"I can do that.."
After a few drinks, we left for Rusty's house.