Don't Tell A Soul (Shouta Aizawa X Reader)

2. Bloody Mary

"What are you staring at?" Gray's words broke me from my gaze. I had been staring at that rustic looking man for awhile. There was something about him that made me just wanna stare. Something inside of me was trying to pull me in his direction. It's as if he was calling to me.

"Huh? Oh yea yea nothing. It doesn't matter." I shook my head looking down at my hands on the counter we were sitting at. The music much more sombre than at the club.

Gray looked in the direction I had been staring in. His eyes also landing on the man with tired eyes. "Were you staring at that guy over there?" He pointed at him looking at me with a look of surprise.

"What! No! Of course not. Stop pointing, it's rude." I said almost a little to defensively. But I undoubtedly was staring at that 'guy' over there.

"Oh you totally were! You should go talk to him." A little feminine giggle escaped his mouth with a sly look in his eyes. Was he making fun of me?

"Well I wasn't staring at him anyway so no I'm not going to go talk to him. Why don't you go talk to a girl. Huh?" I snapped back as calmly as I could.

He looked at me and looked very offended. That's his own fault.
"Fine. I will" our childish games always went something like that. He said something that made me get mad and I'd say something back, furthermore he'd go do exactly as I said just to prove me wrong.

He walked off to the other end of the room where some girls sat in separate little groups. They all seemed to levitate over to that same part of the bar.

I watched Gray talk to a couple girls before I thought about what I was gonna do. Whether or not I was actually gonna go to talk to that man. I stared at the tired looking person sitting there all alone. Looking at him a little longer made me come to a decision. I would go talk to him.

I got up from my stool and started walking over to him. I put a little swagger in my steps as I made my way over. My eyes dead set on his structure. He looked up at me and we made eye contact. Getting closer to him it was clear that he was a total hunk! From what I could see he had an incredibly good looking jaw line, and his hands. Oh God his hands, they were so nice. His clothes looked worn and a tiny bit torn like he'd just been in a fight.

I prepared myself for how I was to approach him. 'Hard day?' No no thats not it, 'wanna have some fun?' What! No. I'll sound like a prostitute... 'hey' thats not good enough... 'rough day?' That's basically the same thing as saying hard day.. but, I guess, it'll have to do.

I got just about maybe 2 and a half meters away from him when some guy cut infront of me. "Hey there baby" the most sly and yet kind of pretty smile spread across his face. "Hi.. yea I'm kinda-"
"Uh-ah, I know you don't have a boyfriend. So why don't you let me buy you a drink?" He said looking me up and down. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He was tall and looked jacked. But like bodybuilder jacked.

The man I had originally set me sights on had looked away and starting drinking his drink paying absolutely no attention to me anymore. So, why not?

"Alright then Mr. Bodybuilder." I said mockingly. "What would you like Miss hottie." He motioned toward the bar counter playing along with my silly little name.

I looked over at the man in the scarf one last time. This time I also looked at his drink. It was rum a coke I think. Looked like it. "How's a rum and coke sound." My small smile faded into more of a smirk.

He started walking, obviously wanting me to follow along behind him. He wore jeans and a plain white shirt. You could see the sweat on his back. I could imagine he doesn't smell the greatest.

As I turned to walk away I saw Mr. Stubble look up slightly and back down. Surely he wasn't disappointed that someone else got to me before I got to him.