Ocean Blue Eyes

That's My Best Friend(s)

"He did not!" Justin lolls his head back in a throaty laugh, slamming his shot glass down on the bar after us.

    Fifteen minutes.

    We've been here fifteen minutes and Carter has already told our friends, and possibly the whole bar, of the most embarrassing thing I've possibly ever said to another human being. A stranger, and a sexy one, at that.

    What are best friends for if not to never let you live down the wonderful memories. Note the sarcasm.

    "He fucking did—

    I cut off a snickering Carter with a groan and say "Fucking hell, just drop it you guys," turning to face the assholes on my right. Justin, your typical football-head all American boy, signals the bartender for another round before turning back to us.

    "I mean," He shrugs his left shoulder, with his signature I'm-about-to-flirt-or-joke-around cocky smile cause you never know with him, and says "He could've asked if that starts your engine," and winks before Carter and him start another round of laughter.

    "Ugh" I groan, rolling my eyes, but it turns into a laugh, egging Justin's stupid jokes as he starts again mid laugh:

    "Did it work as a pick up line, though? I'm asking for a friend." I shoot him a look for the sarcastic remark hoping it'll put him in line but it only makes them laugh even more.

    "You know," Megan pauses from my left, downing the last bits of her mojito. Her short black hair curling on her forehead as she turns her big brown eyes and freckled face to me. The mirroring smirk from the other two idiots telling me I wasn't safe with her either, "I'm always happy to see good looking people get flustered, so I don't feel as awkward about myself." and she laughs.

    "You really have a way for turning a compliment into an insult, don't you." We both chuckle grabbing the fifth, I think, shot glass the bartender serves for us.

    "It's part of my charm." She winks, and I shake my head as we both throw our heads back. The tequila burning its way down and hopefully my shameful scene from all our heads.

    "Ugh, I fucked up" I groan, again. The embarrassment washing all over me again as we put our glasses down and Megan bites into a lime.

Why is it that embarrassing memories like to  fucking break the replay button in my head—not like my friends were helping, either.

    "But dude, look at it this way," Carter pats my shoulder. "Now you're memorable, so you didn't fuck up."

    "Plus, he might be into freaky stuff." Justin wiggles his eyebrows at me and Megan snorts. "Had it been me I would've immediately asked you out."

    "Yeah, because 'put your key in me' totally leaves a great impression," I roll me eyes.

    "It definitely does coming from you, hot stuff." Carter winks one of his blue-green eyes, blowing a kiss at me.

    Megan jumps in bringing the lime down from her lips, "Besides, didn't you say he also laughed?" and without missing a beat Carter chimes with a laugh: "I think anyone who heard him did."   

    "Shut up, Carter." She bites her lip but not quick enough to suppress the chuckle that escapes as she continues, "If he laughed, I'm sure he found it as flattering as he found it funny. Or what," she pauses to lift her brows at her suggestive thought, "You're gonna' tell me you've never noticed the stupid shit people come at you with because they're nervous to talk to you? I mean, you are a nice piece of Italian American beef." She shrugs licking her lips suggestively looking me up and down.

Anyone who didn't know Megan would miss the twinkling playfulness in her eyes and think she was really flirting with me. Her eyes finally return back to mine and she wiggles her brows, poking her elbow to my arm, before we both start laughing.

    "...Wait, hold up, did you say he tipped him?" Justin asks Carter dragging our attention back to them.

    Shit...

    "Oh, did he?" Megan tilts her head towards the idiots in amusement.

    "Oh, yeaaahh. He did. How much was it again, Noah..?" I watch them slowly turn their heads my way like a twin set of siamese cats, smirking and enjoying every minute of my misery. The memory of the guy's left hand, the one with the really nice thumb ring, sliding a fifty dollar bill into my jacket pocket queues in.

    But he didn't say anything—No.

    The jerk just bites his incredibly, sexy pink lips almost as if it were the only thing keeping him from laughing more and just goes inside.

And in case you were wondering, yes, he has a nice ass, too.

    I sigh, pursing my lips, "Didn't you ask Jenny to save us a spot at The Cloak?" I nod at Justin and his smirk just widens.

    "Oh, so he tipped you good, huh?" He replies teasingly, ignoring my failed attempt at changing the topic.

    "He gave him fifty bucks—" I slap Carter in the chest.

    "Fifty?" Megan huffs, "To park his car? Shit, boy, and you thought you fucked up." She laughs getting off her barstool and adjusting the hem of her tight high-waisted dark jeans then repositioning the low drop, black off-the-shoulder button-down blouse that ended with a knot where the pants began.

    Noticing Megan on her feet our bartender Lily, a short and sweet brunette who banged the year away with Carter, lines up the last row of shots before us. She winks at Carter, after he sends her a flirty smile, and moves towards the end of our line of friends. Justin hands her a bill and points at all of us for him to be charged for the drinks.

    "Did you at least get his number though??" Justin turns back to me leaning closer, excitedly.

    "No, the fuck you mean, I just fucking stood there..in pain...while he laughed at me then went inside." I sigh throwing my head back.

    Just why?
Why did I do that, ugh.
Fucking, UGH.   

    "Duuuude~" Justing shakes his head disapprovingly then slides on his winter jacket, standing. "At least laughing is a good sign." He tries to comfort but the smile on his lips just makes me wrinkle my nose at him.

    "Welp," Carter pops the 'p' with his lips, standing and patting my shoulder with one hand while the other holds up his shot glass, " To Fifty Bucks," He sneers at the new nickname that represents the boy starring my most embarrassing moment, yet. I just roll my eyes, surprised they're not stuck on my eyelids by now, holding my glass up against his. "and to twenty-two! So, let's go get this fucking party started hoes!"

    Megan sings a "Bottoms up!" and our glasses clink.

    Here's to the best semester of my life, I think sarcastically, pouring the shot down my throat without the slightest sense at the weight of my words.

Salud, bitches.

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