The Jock & I

F i f t e e n

It's really rare that you find yourself in these types of situations.

I mean, if someone had walked up to my lunch table at my High School in Toronto, and told me that within the next month, I would be hunting down my brother and my super-crush at a New York city bar to try and stop them from knocking one another out, I would have never believed them.

My brother would do almost anything for me, and this clearly proved that, from now on I wanted to promise to stay away from Ashton whose ultimately nothing but trouble,

Now I'm not saying it's going to be easy, I mean we are neighbors for god sakes, but it has to be done, and this whole "running into each other everywhere" has got to stop.

I watched as Sam batted her eyelashes as the same bald headed stocky man who had been here guarding the bar just an hour earlier.

"Alright uh go ahead in ladies."

The security guard stuttered, not being able to remove his eyes from Sam's breasts.

I hated my mom in a way for not gracing me with the big-breast gene.

I looked like a male toddler at a kiddy pool, I swear if I walked around with nothing but swim trunks on at the pool, not one person would even question it, or turn their heads, I had been cursed with non-existent breasts which I can only attribute to my families wonderful gene pool.

"That was almost too easy."

I laughed, giving Sam a low five as she turned her palm to the back of her body for me to slap.

"Tricks of the trade."

Sam smiled.

How many bars had she even been too?

This must have been what I missed, sitting in my bedroom all those weekends with my head engrossed in a book.

As soon as we entered the bar, I could easily take notice that it had gotten gradually more crowded then it had been previously today.

"Alright look for Seth and let's try and make this fast."

I stated nervously eyeing the fight that had broke out by the pool table, where two drunken stumbling guys were accusing one another of cheating at a game that based on the volume of their shouting, had a lot of money on the line.

They stood opposite of one another holding huge jugs of beer, with a prominent beer belly hanging over their khaki pants, they looked like they had just come from a long day at work, and one of the larger men was shouting in his opponent's face, spit particles spewing out of his mouth with every scream.

My eyes shuttered away from the scene as my mind took me back to Seth and imagining him in a fight like the one unraveling in front of me, which made me that much more desperate to find him.

I noticed Sam heading toward the dartboards in the back corner of the bar so I followed suit.

"Do you see anyone?"

I shouted, over the still blaring music.

"Is that Amber over there?"

Sam shouted pointing to the tables lined up by the dart boards, bordering the back wall of the bar.

Sure enough, sat a blonde headed Amber typing away on her phone while managing to talk to a rather attractive brown haired green eyed muscular boy wearing a muscle t-shirt.

"Amber?"

I called heading towards her and the boy whom she was sitting opposite of, with Sam following my lead.