Afire Love

two

Chapter two: I'm So Not Going To Get Drunk Again

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"But I set fire to the rain,

Watched it pour as I touched your face,

Well, it burned while I cried,

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name"

~Set Fire To The Rain, Adele.

                                              

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YOU CAN DO two things when a super hot guy - a complete stranger - hugs you in a party, where the background music is making you feel like your ears might explode and nerves might shatter : One, run away. Don't look back, just keep running until you're sure that the people around you think that you're insane. Two, smile and show your that you're pervy, hug back and pretended that nothing happened.

But both the options seem inappropriate somehow. I'm still rooted to the ground, staring at the guy like I've never seen a human before, trying to figure out how on Earth can a stranger know my name.

What is wrong with you, America? Just go talk to him go talk to him, a part of me says.

But I don't even know him, the other part of me replies.

Well, he seems to know you. Now stop gawking at him, with your jaw hanging open, and just make a move!

He already thinks I'm a retard.

Before I can say anything, he laughs. He laughs. Jesus. And the fact that the sound of his laugh is so sexy makes me cringe with embarrassment.

"Are you talking to yourself?" he asks, shaking his head.

"Umm." Where was the sass, what happened to my sarcasm?

"You can talk to me, you know", he says, one side of his mouth forming a curve. Christ, I can't. "I don't bite."

For some reason my face decides to turn pink. What the heck.

I open my mouth to speak, but the words don't come out. Can a person have the ability to make you forget all that you know? Because that's exactly how I feel right now.

He's looking at me, waiting for a reply. I clear my throat.

Nobody can make America Stryder feel lost.

I lift my head to look at him, and smile.

"I'm America, but you already seem to know that. May I know how?", I manage to say.

"Hey, you've got dimples", he smiles wider. Um, why can't he just answer my question and get it over with?

"Uh huh. Dimple", I correct.

"Let's just take a walk, shall we?" he asks, extending his arms.

I roll my eyes. Too much for being polite. I place my hand in his anyway, even though a part of me is yelling not to trust a stranger. I make a mental note to listen to that part of me later, and I smile up at him. The touch actually sends an electric jolt through me, but I pretend as though I don't feel anything.