Love Again

Chapter Two ~ Jace

I'm alone in my room with a girl I just met. And she's wearing my clothes. I won't even lie, I saw Poppy earlier standing alone in the living room, and I also watched her walk her friend outside. That's why I followed her because I wasn't letting her leave without getting the chance to say hi.

"Wanna go back down, or would you rather stay up here..." I slurred.

She shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me. I think I'd look a little funny in your shirt though."

I gasped, "No you don't, you look hot."

I realized what I said when her face flushed a light shade of pink. She's the only girl I've met who isn't all over me after my compliments, and for some reason that makes me like her even more.

I rubbed the back of my neck, "Sorry, what I was trying to say is you look great. Just come down and have some fun. That's what this party is for after all."

She was silent for a moment before sighing, "I suppose a little fun won't hurt. Do you happen to have anything other than beer?"

"You know it," I said, giving her my hand.

She smiled for the first time since we met, "Lead the way, rich boy."

I locked eyes with her, "Rich boy? Where did that come from?"

"Well," She went on, "You live in this nice ass mansion. I've never been in a house so big."

"My parents are lawyers, but they're always traveling for work so my aunt Celia stays here while they're gone. Good thing she's in the Dominican Republic right now..."

Her hand covered her mouth, "You mean your parents don't know this party is going on?"

I grinned, "Nope, but what they don't know doesn't hurt them."

"Well let's go downstairs before I change my mind."

Despite my reputation, I haven't brought many girls to my room, and I sure as hell haven't given any of them my clothes. This is also the only time I've made the first move. There's just something about her that's so compelling. I've never looked at a girl and needed more.

Looking back at her walking down the stairs in my shirt did something to me, and I'm not even sure why.

"What if I called you pretty boy instead?" She questioned me.

"Sure Poppy."

More like anything you say pretty girl.

Instead I go with, "What would you like to drink, M'lady?"

She winced, "Ha, what's with the formality?"

My face turned red, "Sorry I don't usually do this.."

She looked puzzled, "Do what?"

"I don't know," I told her, "Girls I guess."

She finally let out a real laugh, "Oh I'm sure."

I brought her over to the booze table and let her take her pick. She chose a hard seltzer after eyeing everything there. She opened it, took a sip, and nearly gagged.

"Here," I said, grabbing the can from her, "Let me make you a cocktail. I bet you'll love it."

She perked up when the word bet came out of my mouth.

"Oh, you like bets huh Poppy?"

She had a look of sophistication on her face, "Yeah I do, it might be hard to believe but, "I've never lost a bet before."

I looked into her deep blue eyes, "OK then, here's the bet. I know you would rather be doing anything but this so, if you don't like my drink we can go up to my room and watch any movie you want."