Remember

Chapter 37: Little Snoop

SAWYERS POV:

I always find her rummaging through my shit. I can't fucking believe that no matter how many times I tell her not to, she automatically does it.

"Ya me voy" I tell Nancy. I grab my keys heading to my car.

"Leaving so soon? You're not going to eat?" She asks me, I don't bother turning her way. I give a quick shake no, and start driving off.

My phone rings and I answer.

"Are you sure that's the girl?" I ask. They briefly reply that they aren't sure. I sigh taking a deep breath before answering again. Lately I've been working on not reacting on every impulse I have, but fuck people make it difficult. "Je serais là." (I will be there) I tell them in French and hang up.

I stop right in front of a popular night club and let valet take my car for a park. As soon as I enter the building, it's dark and booming with loud music. I make my way toward the back of the club where there's an outside area. I smirk when I spot her. She's standing with a man, who clearly is making her uncomfortable. She's sophisticated, yet all over the place. Her expensive taste gets her into a lot of trouble. She doesn't know when to stop and she recently broke up with her boyfriend, so she's looking for a good time. She's still in love with him, judging by the fact that every few minutes she touches her bracelet. This will be easy.

I watch her behavior a little while longer and wait till the guy leaves. She's on her third glass and the guy isn't leaving her alone. He tries dancing against her, but she isn't having it. I roll my eyes.

I need to get him away from her and away from me; I can't stand scum bags like him. If he tries anything I wouldn't mind beating the shit out of him.

"Isabelle?" I question. She stops dancing to look at me, her face morphs into confusion. Her pink lipstick is smeared every where and her pony tail is falling. "Remember me? We went to high school together." I smile, lying straight through my teeth. She ponders for a minute and tilts her head slightly.

"Come on I'll buy you a drink." Scumbag interrupts, one glare his way and he backs off.

"Let's go inside." I whisper into her ear, reaching for her hand.

"Holy crap you're hot." She tells me, as I guide her inside. "I...you're Ethan." She says remembering.

"What?" I look at her. She's clearly drunk.

"You're Ethan, you went to my high school." She stops to look at me, she runs her hands through my hair. I grab her shoulders pushing her gently back.

"Yes, finally." I grin, agreeing to everything she is saying.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in forever. Come on dance with me." She smiles.

"First a drink." I tell her, heading for the bar. She gives me a mischievous smile and guides me to the bar. I sit on one of the stools and to my horror and absolute fucking annoyance she sits on my lap. Why she feels the need to sit on my lap is beyond me? She orders a drink and I let her have mine. I'm not here to drink, I'm here for information.

"I can't believe you're actually here. I mean you left without telling anyone. I'm so happy you're back." She beams.

She can't be serious. I pull at my hair, trying with every ounce not to stand up and move her off of me. My annoyance is increasing at her ridiculous memory, and her thinking I'm Ethan. She could put herself in serious danger.