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started rocking the car as I pushed harder in an attempt to escape. “Markus?” I turned to him, exasperated.
    “Aw, not again.” He jumped out of the car and tried opening my door from the outside. “Freakin’ door,” Markus muttered. He pulled something that looked like pliers out of his pocket and started messing with the handle. The door finally creaked open, slowly. I couldn’t hold my laughter in any longer, but at least he bashfully laughed along with me.
    After Markus helped me out and began backing out of the driveway, we heard a rumbling across the air. It was a very distinct sound that came from only one motorcycle that I knew of; Dean’s. On top of the purr it gave off, it also had the deep growl of a vicious animal, warning that it was about to attack. The roar got louder and louder as he neared. I began to shake nervously. Flutters swarmed in my stomach. Is he looking at me? Is he looking? I tried to fight the urge to sneak a peek at him. I must not have had good will power because before I knew it, I was gawking. His black shirt clenched against his skin in the wind as he passed by us without even looking my way. I was a bit disappointed. And just then, when he should have sped off, he slowed the bike down to a creep. My heart skipped a beat, and then another. Slowly, he turned his head back at us, locking his eyes with mine. They were dancing. That was enough to send me soaring to the heavens. When I came back down, he was gone. Out of sight.
    “What was that all about?” Markus yelled out the open window of his car.
    I shrugged my shoulders when what I really wanted to do was laugh with joy.
    “See you at eight.” Markus confirmed. He drove off and I went inside and threw myself onto my bed. After watching some TV, I was fast asleep.
    I woke up to the blaring phone. I crawled across the bed to reach the phone and flipped it open. I had several missed calls from Ayden and a few from Markus. I didn’t really feel like talking to Ayden, so I dialed up Markus’ number.
    “You ready?” he asked. No hellos.
    “It’s not even time yet.” I drawled out.
    “I know. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He hung up the phone.
    “What?” Still groggy, I looked over at the time. What! He was right. I dropped the phone and rolled off the bed. I did what I could with my hair before he arrived.
    Markus picked me up before Tanya. I volunteered to sit in the back seat even though I knew it would be cramped. I didn’t even think the shoe was made to have people in the back.
    Driving up to The Impulse was challenging. The small intersections that ran up and down Sixth Street were packed with cars. We ended up parking in a nearby garage and walked a few streets to the club. Tanya was having a har d time walking in her heels. I intelligently wore some boot-like dress up shoes that were much more comfortable. Tanya wrapped her arm around mine to help her with her balance. The sidewalks were busy with different people of various age groups roaming in every direction. On every corner, there was someone doing magic tricks, selling something, or playing instruments. The melodies being played by the talent were blending together in an off-beat harmony.
    When we arrived, I saw that Shane and Jennifer were standing outside of the club. Jennifer had on a tight tank top and a short skirt that would sh ow off part of her butt…that was, if she actually had one in the first place. She had a cigarette in hand and took a slow puff. I had seen that puff before, some model on a cigarette commercial making smoking look sexy performed it, but what I saw before me, made me want to gag. Even though I had a look of disgust on my face, Shane smiled at me. It was the kind of smile you gave to someone if you knew something that they didn’t. Very mischievous. Jennifer caught him looking my way and turned to give me an evil glare. If looks could kill!
    We entered the double doors to the club, lounge, whatever it was called. The