Unexpected you

Chapter 4

CHEYENNE! Are you joining the card game? Jason shouts out from the kitchen. NO! I quickly replied. But in a tone meant for no one else to hear, I add. I'm just going to sit here and enjoy this great view. WHAT GREAT VIEW? Elaina yelled as she popped up from behind the sofa. Oh—oh! She's holding an electrical cord in her hand and is giving me that look. You know—the one that says...I know you're doing something that you aren't supposed to be doing. Of course Elaina heard me. Because for some reason, every time I mutter a thought I don't want anyone to hear, Elaina always does. She doesn't miss a thing! You scared the crap out of me, Elaina! What the hell are you doing back there anyway? Well..... I've been trying to find a spot to plug in this damn strobe light, but I haven't been able to locate an available outlet! Did you know there was only two fucking outlets between the dining and living room? This is bullshit! And why haven't I noticed this before?

Elaina, you can always unplug the television. It's not like we're using it at the moment, and it's the perfect spot for that strobe light. I suggested as I kept my eyes on her, and tried my hardest not to steal another glance at the gorgeous guy who's standing in the next room over. But Elaina isn't stupid. She can tell that someone has caught my attention. Never mind the whole outlet situation, Cheyenne. I know what you mean and that look on your face says it all. Where is he? She asks with a huge grin on her face. I laugh as I come to the realization that I've been living with Elaina for way too long. She knows exactly what I'm thinking or saying without any specifics.

She's staring at me, waiting for an answer and I can't help but to feel like a five year old who's just been caught eating a cookie just before dinner. Ummm... Nothing... Nnnno one... I mean nothing. I nervously responded, and began to bite down on my nails. Fine, don't tell me. She says and lightly swats my hand away from my mouth. Don't bite your nails, Cheyenne! You just had them done, and it would be great if they lasted the entire day. I'm not looking at anyone. I lie. Well I don't believe you Cheyenne. Mark my words, I will find out where your eyes are wandering before the night is over. She warns me with a questionable stare. And you better be careful! She adds. Because people around here love to gossip. She yelled as she walks away and continued to look for a spot to place the strobe light.

As I sit back down and bring the cold beer to my mouth, I carefully examine the one who's captured my attention. I think I've seen him before, plenty of times, but I don't know who he is. He seems extremely friendly and I love that. My eyes have followed his every move as he's made his way through the apartment. Greeting the guests and talking to almost everyone. Well....everyone except me. But honestly, I can't say that I'm surprised. Because there are lots of people who live in this neighborhood, who don't know or talk to me. And it isn't because I'm not a friendly person, it's because they know Shawn and how possessive he is when it comes to me. They just play it safe and keep away. I've stayed away from everyone as well. Shawn was always so jealous and It was just easier to keep to myself and spend most of my time inside of the house.

Occasionally, when Shawn was out and nowhere in sight, I would sit out on the front steps. Still, I spoke to no one except my inner circle, which consisted of mainly three people. Oh wow! This guy is super gorgeous and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. I think to myself as I go back to concentrating on this mysterious guy. He seems to have a habit of occasionally licking his lips as he listens to people talk. Not sure if it's a habit that stems from being nervous, but the sight turns me on in a way I've never been before. I can't believe my thoughts, but I'd like to kiss that mouth, and I'm pretty sure that's what the group of girls smoking the hookah and looking his way are also thinking. They kind of resemble a group of thirteen year old girls. The way they keep glancing his way and giggling. I don't mean to judge, but they sure are behaving in a juvenile manner. I wonder if he came with someone. If he didn't, would it matter? Would I even have the courage to approach him for small talk? Not likely. Because I'm not bold or confident enough to walk up to some random guy anyway. Especially one who looks the way that he does.

Cheyenne! Elaina yells and grabs a hold of my arm. She's looking quite angry as she drags and shoves me into her bedroom in a manner that surprises me. You should stop staring at Lucas! People are already making comments. Lucas?—Who's Lucas? I ask. Acting to sound as if I had no clue of whom she was referring to. But I knew who she was talking about, I just didn't know his name. Of course, she didn't buy the act, and immediately gave me the "don't play with me" eyes. You know who I'm referring to Cheyenne. Gorgeous boy with the blue eyes wearing the Chicago Bulls hat. She answered. Is that the guy you've been staring at all night? I don't answer her question. I just look away. Making my way towards the mirror to check on my makeup. His name is Lucas and he's a really nice guy, Cheyenne. He's never involved in any street problems, and he stays out of trouble. Please, don't bring him any by giving people something to talk about. You know what Shawn would do if he thought you were trying to hook up with someone he knew. Trust me, some of these people are all about the drama, and they love to get involved in spreading a good story. Don't give them one!

I'm a little annoyed at her words and behavior. She's acting as if she's caught me making a damn move on the guy in front of everyone. I'm just looking... nothing more. I let her know. Honestly Elaina, you are being quite dramatic and you're over reacting. I'm just enjoying a drink as I watch everyone having a good time. So I won't be accused of flirting because I'm not! I firmly said. Look Cheyenne—I'm sorry for coming off a bit harsh, and trust me, I know you're not doing anything but looking. But If Shawn finds out, he's capable of turning this into a big deal. I know you moved on and everything seems fine for now, but Shawn has his issues and he will approach Lucas. And I know that a guy like Lucas doesn't deserves that. As I mentioned before, he's a great guy who stays out of trouble.

Elaina is right and isn't saying anything I don't already know. But I reacted the way I did because It bothers me that I have to continue to go through this. It's like I can't move on from Shawn's bullshit no matter what I do. I'd like to think that he wouldn't start a fight over this, and that he's done being obsessive over me, but I know better. I can't ignore the truth. And the truth is that he will confront me about looking at this guy should someone say something to him. Then he'll confront Lucas, and ask questions like. Were you flirting with Cheyenne? Or. Are you trying to move in on my girl? Shawn is who he is. An asshole who lives for starting trouble and picking fights, and I could never forgive myself for bringing anyone undeserved problems. Especially when they haven't done anything wrong. I understand Elaina. I'll be a bit more careful. I said as I walked out of the room.

By 3:47 am, the remaining two people are finally leaving the apartment. I'm freaking out over the mess left behind by our guests, but I must admit, I enjoyed myself quite a bit. I danced, met new people and even got invited to another party next month. Aside from the whole stop staring at Lucas fiasco, I'd say it was a great night, and I'm so happy about that. As my eyelids grow heavier and heavier with each passing second, I find myself thinking about Lucas. Why am I thinking about this guy, and why do I find myself wishing that I could see him again? He just seemed like someone I would love to get to know. Someone I would like to hang out with. As I wrap the bed sheet around my body and let out a huge yawn, I realized how exhausted I truly was, and how I could barely keep my eyes opened. So I reach over to turn off my night lamp, and In no time, I'm fast asleep. Dreaming of blue eyes, sexy lips and heavy make out sessions with a boy I don't know at all.