Fleeting Glances (Amab Version)

Fleeting Glances Pt.1

Now you understood why they called it a crush in highschool. This feeling of want, of desire was crushing you. Watching him across the bar, chatting it up with a few of your friends, gave you butterflies. Made your knees quiver, and he hadn't even looked at you yet.

It was so embarrassing how easily your superior could make you crumble. You knew coming to this little get together was a bad idea, but your heart jumped at any opportunity to be near him.

Your eyes finally left him when the bartender set the drinks down infront of you. With a quick thanks and a polite smile you swept them from the counter and made your way back to the table. Your eyes, again, glued to him.

Stupid Simon "Ghost" Riley. Your lieutenant and superior officer. Always the one barking orders at you and your colleagues and there he sat. Completely oblivious to your affection. Not that you'd ever let it be known how you felt for him.

As you approached the table you were greeted with drunken smiles and the sound of your friends laughter. You passed out everyone's refills and every so often your eyes would make their way back to Simon's. And everytime his were staring right back at you.

You passed the last glass to your lieutenant, blushing as your hands brushed, and took your seat. Conveniently located between Ghost and Soap. It was an unfortunate situation that Soap had found out about your little crush and made it his business to be your wingman.

"Took you long enough." Your scottish friend said, leaning into your side with a grin.

"Tsh. It's packed tonight and there's only two bartenders." You retorted.

"At least the booze are cheap!" He said laughing and watching you throw back yet another shot.

"I wish the drinks were half as decent as the prices." You cringed, setting down your glass and whipping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Sounds like you're ready to go home." John chuckles.

You sigh, leaning back into your seat. "I've been ready for ages. I just don't wanna be the party pooper."

Soap smirks and throws his arm over your shoulder, leaning down next to your ear.
"I know someone who'd be willing to go with you." He nudges you towards the person next to you.

You looked up in that direction and there was Ghost, gazing out the bar window, completely uninterested by the conversations around him.

You blushed at the realization of Soap's suggestion and shoved him off you.

He laughed and shook his head at you. "Just take him home already, I know you're dying to."

"Shut up. He's obviously not interested." You shrunk back into your seat and crossed your arms over your chest defensively.

"Suit yourself then." John sighed, tuning into what the rest of the table was talking about.

You rolled your eyes, before they began to make their way back to the tall man next to you. He was so close and yet, he seemed so far away. He eyes watched the cars pass out the window, obviously not wanting to be there. You thought back to what Soap had said, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

You pass your hands down your face and stand from your seat, not bothering to say anything to your table, as they're all busy conversing and make your way to the bathrooms. Though, you feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the back of your skull as you go.

You groan and swing open the door, pushing your way inside. It shuts behind you and you don't bother to lock it. Making your way to the sink, you stare at yourself in the mirror, internally called yourself a coward. You turn the nob on the sink and stick your hands under the cool running water. Just as you bring the water to your face, a knock comes at the door.