Woman |h.s|

Chapter 2

Sawyer

As soon as I open my front door I am bombarded with the sound of Irish dancing music.

Oh god. Here we go again.

Did I fail to mention that my best friend Alyssa and her boyfriend Niall live here too. Well little did I know that moving across the country with your two best friends would end up bursting my eardrum. Alyssa and Niall came here before summer ended to find jobs and an apartment for all of us to rent. Although I am thankful to live with them, sometimes their Irish heritage really gets on my nerves.

Flashback to junior year of undergrad, Alyssa convinced me to sneak into an Irish pub. I'm a sucker for Guinness beer and she knows it. Right as we walked in Alyssa bumped into the tall, dark and handsome bartender, Niall, and the rest is history.

Since then I have been the third wheel but I don't really mind. I like to call them mom and dad because when they are rich and have kids I get to live in their back house. Niall gets mad because I am "aging him" with that comment.

Now here we are, renting this shitty two bedroom apartment blaring Irish music so Alyssa and Niall can do the Irish jig. I have to admit they both are pretty damn good.

Walking into the kitchen I smile seeing Alyssa jumping with her sunburnt orange hair swaying. Don't tell her this, but I've always been jealous of her hair color. Blonde can be a little bland sometimes.

"Do you idiots ever stop dancing? This happy go lucky dancing is really killing my sad girl mood. All I'm trying to do is lay in my bed with a cup of tea and watch twilight."

Yeah I like twilight so what? And yeah I watch it about 5 times a week. I think that is PERFECTLY healthy behavior.

"Come on Sawyer, you are just jealous that Niall and I can dance better than you."

I mean she isn't wrong.

"Okay yeah maybe but at least I have good taste in music unlike you two lunatics."

"I see you have a bag again, how many did you buy this time?"

Knowing the judgment I am about to receive, I give them the finger and walk to my room.

"You know you can't hide these things from Alyssa and I. Sawyer Nicks you get back here! We can just sneak into your room, you know!"

He's just jealous that I have a good eye for records. It's my only talent in life if I'm honest. Growing up I strictly listened to 70's and 80's music meaning that I am a sucker for bands like The Psychedelic Furs, Fleetwood Mac, and Van Halen. As my parents like to say I have "an old soul."

God I miss them more than anything right now.

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Why am I like this? Why am I overthinking the conversion I had over 3 damn hours ago? You see this is what it is like living with social anxiety. I'm very extroverted but sometimes and by sometimes I mean all the time, I overthink everything I say and do.

I blame my lack of confidence and my tendency to be a people pleaser.

I mean for christ's sake Sawyer you gave a RANDOM man your number. What if he is a stalker or a murder? I mean you are Criminology major how could you be that dumb. I was too blinded by his hot ass voice and great music taste. I need to calm the fuck down and go to bed seeing that I start class tomorrow.

As I drift off into sleep, all I can see and think about are those piercing green eyes that seemed to follow me around the store. Who did they belong to?