The Road to....Somewhere???

I Don't Even Know This Girl

Logan's p.o.v.

I am not quite sure why I agreed to come to this party. This is so not my thing. Everybody will just be drunk and I'm sure that there will be at least one jerk I will have to fight off the whole night. Tracy asked me to come though, and I didn't have any other plans, so here I am. I walk in looking for Tracy. I find her hanging out in the kitchen with a group of girls I don't know. When she sees me she comes to give me a hug.

"I am so glad you came. I thought you'd bail." Tracy says to me.

"I figured I'd come check it out. I thought I might make some new friends. I still don't know many people here." I hadn't been in Alabama long. As store manager of a large retail chain I had to move when and where they wanted me to. I miss Florida but it was definitely time for a change.

"Well, there are plenty of people here to meet. Go find some to talk to." With that, Tracy heads back to her friends.

I walk to the archway that leads into the kitchen and prop on the door frame. Looking around, I am not really seeing anyone that I want to get to know. That changes as I look into the living room. As my eyes enter the room they are immediately drawn to a very good looking woman sitting by herself. She is just sitting there looking at me. As our eyes meet everything seems to stop. It's like we are the only two people in the room. I watch as her drink falls to the floor. Shit, she is going to need a towel for that. I head into the kitchen asking Tracy for a towel. She pulls one out of a drawer and hands it to me. She is about three sheets to the wind and doesn't even bother asking me why.

I am heading back out to the living room when...BAM...someone runs into me.

"Shit. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to...." It was the girl who spilled her drink. As she lets the sentence die off, I look at her more closely. I'm 5'8" so she has to be at least 5'10" or 5'11". Her "just out of bed" short blonde hair, amazing blue eyes, and a body like you wouldn't believe has me speechless. I regain my composure and begin to speak to her for the first time.

"It's okay. I saw you drop your beer, and I was just going to bring a towel to clean it up." I can't believe these are the first words I am speaking to this girl. She continues to stare at me. This kind of stare usually makes me uncomfortable, but this time, I can't help but do the same. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a girl come up behind her. Shit, she probably has a girlfriend.

"Ashley, I thought you were getting a towel?" The short brunette says to the woman in front of me. She still does nothing but stare. Okay, maybe it's not her girlfriend. If it is, she is going to be in deep shit in just a minute. I step closer to this woman, and hand her friend the towel. As I get closer to her, she seems to come out of her trance. I don't think I am to happy about that.

"I'm sorry. You didn't have to do that. I was coming to get one." I see her kick herself mentally. That is probably not exactly what she wanted to say. 

"Hey, it's okay. I didn't mind. I didn't catch your name, though." I of course had, when her friend said it, but I wasn't exactly sure what to sat at this point either. 

"Ashley." She says this as I see her shake her had back and forth a bit, like she is trying to clear it of something.

"Well, my name is Logan. It is really nice meeting you, Ashley." After I say this, I turn and walk back in the kitchen. 

I didn't know what else to say to her. I needed to find out more about her before I did anything rash. I didn't want to try to talk to her, if she was in a relationship. I had to figure out what my place could be, even if only a friend. Not that I was head over heels for her, but I did feel something when we looked at each other. I needed to know if I was even allowed to feel anything.