Misery Loves Company

Chapter 12

Greyson 

I decided to come out with the guys tonight. Derek, one of my childhood friends accepted a job on Wall Street in finance. He's going to be moving across the country next week and the entire crew thought it would be a good idea to go out with a bang. Club Novelle is an elite club, where the richest and the most attractive people come to get their fix. Of course, Brittany and her minions are our shadows for the night. Why can't she get a hint? 

I stand at the bar, engulfed in the explosive music of the DJ, trying to scream my drink order at the bartender. With so many people, it'll be a couple of minutes before I have a drink in my hand. I turn my back to the bar and stare out over the dance floor. Admiring the scene of bodies clashing together. Endless sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.  They might as well be having sex I think to myself. As I make my way to the back of the crowd, my eyes lock with the very eyes I haven't been able to get out of my head. May.

I can't believe, out of all of the places and all of the times, this is where I see her next. What are the odds? She keeps her gaze on me as she moves her body in the most captivating way I have ever seen. Her hips sway back and forth, clearly trying to seduce me from across the room. She moves her hands up and down her body as if trying to please herself. They make their way into her hair, hovering above her glistening body. Our eyes are still locked. I can see the hunger in her eyes. I need to get over there. 

Brittany must have caught me staring in one direction for too long because she immediately comes up to me and wraps her arms around me, trying to dance. 

"Brittany, what are you doing?" I ask her, annoyed.

"Come on Greyson. Dance with me," She begs.

"I don't want to dance with you. It's over between us, you know that."

And before she can even say anything else, I take her wrists from around my neck and place them back at her side, pushing past her, making my way into the dance floor. May turned her back the second Brittany came along and now I can't find her in the crowd. But I'm determined to do so. I need to know this girl.

May

Greyson's girlfriend came up and practically jumped on him when she saw him staring. I didn't want to see whatever it was that was about to go down between the two, and I certainly didn't want her to point me out in the crowd. I turned my back and focused my attention on Ashley and her friends. Here, in this very moment, I find myself without a care in the world, drinking and dancing the night away. 

I feel someone gently graze against my wrist. I turn around abruptly, thinking it was going to be some creep trying to get in on the girls and I. I was shocked to see it was Greyson. I gave him a confused look and stood still while everyone else around continued to dance. Ashley and the girls didn't even notice - their attentions were diverted to their men. Time seemed to stop. 

"I never thought I'd see you again.." He began to yell over the music, "We never got to finish our conversation from the other night,"

"Because your girlfriend came up," this isn't really the time or the place to be having this type of conversation, or much of one at all. 

"She's not my girlfriend." he points out bluntly. 

"That's not what it looked like," I turn on my heels and begin to walk out of the mob of people. I need to get a drink. 

I can feel the shadow that is Greysob following me off the floor and over to my table.  I slide into the booth cooly while he tries to sit in across from me. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I question him.

"Sitting down," he flashes that cool half-smile. 

"Ok.... but why," at this point, I'm confused

"Because you're different and because I want to get to know you," he says with a confidence that almost annoys me. Why does a man like Greyson, with a girl like Brittany, want to get to know me?

"What makes you think I want to get to know you?"

"Are you saying that you don't? Because if not, say the word, and I'll go."

I roll my eyes

"If you want to get to know me, we're going to need drinks."

"I'll go get one and I'll be back?" he asks for my permission to return.

I give him a nod and slowly sip on the vodka soda I had just made, watching as he makes his way across the club over to the bar. What am I doing?