What a jerk

A Saturday evening

„She wasn't very smart, I'll give you that. But man, she was THE BOMB in bed!" Chris laughs. „You are a jerk, Chris!" I tell him with a grin. „Yeah, plus - too much information." His brother puts more beer for us on the table.

„What, can't I be honest around my friends? You guys should be used to it by now!" He grins and opens a bottle of beer. Yes. We ARE used to it. We are used to Chris' stories about his countless one night stands. I grab myself a beer, still smiling and shaking my head. I always laugh at his stories. Although they are not funny to me. It is not funny to hear a guy talk about his sexual encounters when you have a crush on him. And I think I've had one on Chris for quite some time now.

I moved in with Scott, his brother, almost a year ago, when I first moved to Los Angeles. Scott and I met at a club one night; he spilled his drink over me. It was fate, as we like to joke about it now. Because we got along great from the first moment on. We soon became friends. Best friends it is now. And when I told him that I was looking for a place to stay, he offered me a room in his apartment, since his former roommate had moved out. I didn't know who his brother was, when I first met him. Nor did I really care. I was not big on movies. I am working as an IT tech, and I spend most of my time behind my laptop anyways.

But I won't lie; when I first met Chris I was quite impressed. Well, how could I have not been – he was half naked. Funny story. I came home one evening, called out for Scott, and was greeted by a guy in a towel. While I froze and didn't know if I should scream or use my pepper spray, Chris just grinned at me. "You must be Megan" he said and reached out to shake my hand. Still confused, I shook his hand. "I am Chris. Scott's brother." Then it dawned on me. The actor. Captain something. "Oh, yeah, hi" I replied. He didn't seem to care that he was half naked, because he just went on talking. "I used your shower, I am supposed to meet Scott and I just came from work. Do you know when he will be home?" he asked me while trotting back into the bathroom. "Should be any minute now" I let him know and disappeared in my room. Scott later told me that Chris thought I didn't like him, because I didn't talk to him and made him wait alone until Scott came home. We could later on laugh about how perplex I was, finding him in my apartment half naked.

Over the past few months I got to know him more, as he would often hang out with Scott and his friends, and well, that includes me. He is a nice guy, very down to earth, and really funny, but let's face it – Chris Evans is a manwhore. That guy would not leave a club without a pretty girl on his arm. And who would be surprised? He is attractive, charming and he is a famous actor. I don't know when it started to bother me. He would always talk about his girls when he would hang out with us at weekends, and at the beginning I didn't care at all. I had ended a relationship before I moved to Los Angeles and was pretty much done with dating. I wanted to focus on me and my job. But the more I got to know him, the more I felt that I might have a crush on him. Again – who would be surprised? He is a great guy. Except for his... well ways with girls. I could never tell him that I like him, god no. I see the girls he is taking home. Tall, skinny, pretty. California girls. Me, I am not like that. I am of average height, I have a few pounds too many, and I am not good at flirting or small talk. I am rather shy, reserved, and well, I guess you could call it boring. I just can't talk to guys like these girls do. What would he do with a girl like me? Don't get me wrong, we get along, and we talk about stuff, we laugh, but I think I've never had a real long or deep conversation with him. He is friendly, but I don't think he is interested in any way. No surprise here either.

"Hey Megs... I am talking to you!" Scott tears me out of my dreams. "Huh? What? Sorry, I was thinking about something." I reply. "Yeah, megabytes and files and stuff, huh?" Chris teases me. He always teases me about my work. I am sure though he does not even know what exactly I am doing. "Shut it, Evans." I grin at him. "I was asking if you had talked to the others about where to meet us!" Scott goes on.

"Sure have" I say and take a sip of my beer. "We should get going, boys." I tell them and get up. "Yes ma'am!" Chris gets up too and salutes. I roll my eyes on him. He is such a dork. "Let's get this party started!" he yells and jogs out of the kitchen.

It doesn't take long, and Chris is in his element at the club. Three girls around him. He has his eyes on a brunette one in a tight red dress. Telling jokes. The puppy look. Brushing her arm with his hand. Grabbing her shoulder as he laughs about something she says. Pulling her in for a hug, whispering into her ear. I turn away. God damnit. Another Saturday, another girl. I don't know how he does it. I have never been one to sleep around. Call me old fashioned, but I need more than a pretty face to get intimate with a guy. "Where's my brother?" Scott comes over to me and gives me a drink. "What do you think?" I point at Chris and the girl. Scott rolls his eyes, then walks over to Chris and taps on his shoulder. Chris grabs the beer and turns around to give his attention to Miss Pretty again.

"He is unbelievable" Scott says as we are watching his game. "Wait, in a second he will look at her, grab her hand and tell her how beautiful her eyes are." he says. And he is right. We laugh. We know Chris' moves by now, it's always the same. At least it's funny to watch. Until the point where he is kissing her. I sigh and turn around. "Aaaaand here we go." Scott grins. "Guess we're going home alone tonight sweetheart!" he tells me and puts his arm around me. "How are we single? I mean we are awesome." he asks. "I don't know Scott; I guess we are too good to be true!" I laugh.

Scott was right. Chris comes over quickly to tell us he is leaving. I bite my lip as he says goodbye to Scott with a hug. "See you Megs!" he tells me with a wink. "Byyyeee guuuuuys, we gotta gooo!" the girl laughs. Yeah bimbo, laugh. Until tomorrow morning, when he calls you a cab and sends you home. Well that thought makes me grin at least.