Ignoring You

Two

"You have to tell me the full story." Riley continued to follow me around the books store as I picked out something to read for the plane. 

She had stayed quiet surprisingly for the taxi ride here, but now that we were simply waiting for our flight to Minnesota, the girl had turned into a nag about wanting to know everything. 

Truly, I should have told her about my stupid one night stand with stupid Killian Stone when it happened 3 years ago but we had only just started to get close and I didn't want to admit about what an idiot I had been. It wasn't that I had the one night stand that makes me an idiot but the fact that afterwards I had hope that it would be more.  And that made me an idiot, I new the score and the small feeling of hope that I felt wasn't allowed because that small moment has progressed into actual real feelings. 

Every time I saw Killian-fucking-Stone in a game on the TV or in a sports magazine, I froze and butterflies went through me. Though thankfully those butterflies are quickly killed by the truth demons. 

"Riles," I turned to her behind me. "Let me pick a book and sit down at our gate and I will tell you every humiliating and almost-pathetic detail." 

She smirked back at me. "And the naughty details too." 

I laughed at her. "Yes, those too. 

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I finally found a historic novel big enough to entertain me for the flight and headed with Riley to our gate. 

We were 45 minutes early for our flight but I liked it that way, allowed my mind to get ready for the actual flying part. I have never been the best flyer, being stuffed into a small space and then not being able to leave it brought high levels of anxiety to me. As well as the fact the toilets are tiny and I have to share them with hundreds of people. Sounds a bit snobby but I blame my mother with her insistence of making me do a princess seat on top of the toilet that I never actually sat on just hovered. 

"Okay." I placed my book to the side and got ready to start the regretted conversation with my best friend. "It is not that big of a deal, but I did have the whole one night stand with Killian Stone, sort of,  but I didn't know it was him at the time. It was an accident." 

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I pushed against the door, entering the darkened bar and wiping my feet on to the already dampened 'welcome' mat. The place was close to empty with only a few patrons occupying the bar stools and tables that were placed strategically on the floor around a slightly raised stage on the left. A group of girls, most likely from the college as well had taken up to two tables near the pool tables in the centre of the space, allowing them a perfect viewing point to the three men playing. 

I took of my drenched coat and headed to the bar to the right, finding a quite seat that gave me a view of the whole room. 

The barman came over as soon as I sat down and I ordered a shot of vodka. His bushy eyebrows raised slightly with him most likely expecting me to order a cosmo or some shit. 

I was cold and damp and upset. Leaving the most obvious cure to be hard spirits. I quickly shot the vodka back, feeling it burn by throat which edged away to a comfortable warmth inside me. I lifted my hand for another and quickly shot that one down as well, passing the barman a twenty for my drinks. 

"Someone hurt ye, lassie?" He inquired as he cleaned glasses. He was an old man, probably in his sixties with greyed hair and a thick waistline, but his eyes were sharp and quick as I watched him survey my appearance in a curious way. He gave off a personality in which a person could easily trust, fitting the owner of a bar in the perfect cliche way.