Learning To Love

Chapter 1: "what else would a guy want?"

Chapter 1
What else would a guy want?

"Give me a vodka." I asked the bartender.

Looking around, I surveyed the scene before me. There were a group of men in the corner, laughing rowdily. I could already tell that they were drunk. On the right, there was a group of girls, all dressed in short, tight dresses and giggling. I knew they were all looking for a one-night stand. There were a few more people in the bar, all talking quietly between themselves or dancing. It wasn't that busy tonight.

I looked totally out of place in a red and blue plaid shirt, a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, white converse that seemed grey now and my grey beanie. I turned back around as the bartender placed my drink before me. I looked up.

"Thanks." I mumbled. I waited for my 2 best friends, scrolling through missed texts to pass time. One in particular caught my eye.

'I miss you'

I scoffed and deleted it, not in the mood to deal with Simon, my ex-boyfriend.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" I hear a deep voice ask. I look to my left, momentarily confused. Was he talking to me? When I see him wait for an answer, I sigh and go back to scrolling through my texts while answering,

"No, but I fucked up my elbow pretty badly when I crawled out of hell."

He was hot, I could clearly see that. How could I not when he was built, his shirt sticking to his body showing off a six pack. He had a chiseled face, his brown hair had this messy yet sexy rolled out of bed look. And his eyes were the best. They were a bright green which called for attention. They had this twinkle of mischief in them. He drew my attention, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

From one glance at him, I could instantly tell he knew he was hot and took pride in it. I knew from the way that the smirk never left his face.

"Feisty. I like it." He replies. I glance at him and roll my eyes.

"Please take your lame flirting attempts somewhere else." I say. He completely ignores my last sentence.

"So, who's the lucky guy that gets to take advantage of this body tonight?" He asks.

"No one." I reply gritting my teeth, irritated that he wasn't leaving.

"Are you sure? I mean, you are the prettiest lady in here. Those guys haven't stopped staring at you since you came in." He indicates with his head the group of drunk men in the corner. "At least I had the guts to approach you." He still had a smirk on his face which irritated me to no ends.

"I'm sure. I'm just waiting for my friends." I say, in a tone which indicated that the conversation was over. However, he didn't take the bait.

"Really? I have watched you sit here for the past twenty minutes, checking your phone constantly, yet your so called friends haven't arrived." He said. He's been watching me for twenty minutes? That's kind of creepy.

"They're always late."

I was becoming annoyed by his presence now. Luckily, Allison, one of my best friends, showed up at that moment. I stood up and threw a few dollar bills on the counter to pay for the drink.