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Fifty-Eight: too cozy too fast

Isabella's POV

I was sitting on a stool at the bar, my gaze fixed on Lukas and Olivia accompanied by a girl I have never met. He told me she was in his class, but it seemed like there was more to the story, something Lukas was keeping from me. I Couldn't hide the sadness on my face when that girl started being a bit to touchy with him for my liking, anger and hurt boiling at the pit of my stomach. But not as much as I was hurt by Olivia's words. She's a bitch, both of them are. I shrugged my shoulders as the alcohol might make me believe things that weren't there when that Jess girl put her hand on Lukas's chest, and he swatted it away without hesitating. He loves you, he loves you, you should trust him, just trust him. I hummed, trying to convince myself Lukas wasn't going to do anything to hurt me.

"Hey. You seem lonely, do mind if I join?" I tall guy about Lukas's age said to me confidently but polite. His smirk the perfect evidence of his intentions when he took a seat on the barstool next to me without waiting for my answer.

"Uhm I'm-" I stuttered, taken aback by his confidence. He took the stool, pushing it a few inches closer to mine as he sat down, his body facing mine. The first thing I noticed were his striking blue eyes, bright and clear and his messy caramel hair. His white t-shirt hugged his athletic upper body and the original vans he was wearing underneath his jeans gave him an edge. I was flattered by his interest, but I was afraid Lukas might take this the wrong way, because the way he was sitting so close it definitely seemed too friendly. "I'm not lonely, just waiting." I gathered myself while looking back at the crowd, Lukas still talking to Olivia and Jess, disappointment evident on my face as I frowned my brows.

"Then why are you sitting here all by yourself?" Blue eyes cocked his head at me, a smile coating his lips as he leaned one elbow on the bar. I returned my gaze back to him as he spoke observing his face even further. He had a friendly and perfect smile, his cheekbones strong along with his jawline. God definitely didn't miss his mark, making this guy, I had to admit he was handsome. "Two Vodka soda's please." He signed to the girl behind the bar as she passed. Wait two? Did he just get me a drink?

"I don't want a drink, I'm good. Thank you." I smiled at him, nicely declining his offer. If Lukas saw this, tonight was definitely going to go the wrong way and I didn't want to end this night in another argument.

"Come on, one drink won't hurt. Don't worry, I'm not expecting anything, you just look like you aren't having a great time." He smiled, putting some bills on the bar to pay for our drinks. One drink isn't that bad, he's just being nice. "I'm Nathan if you were wondering." He chuckled, nervously looking away and then back at me as his name rolled over his lips. This is getting too cozy too fast. I mean he's nice, but this could look so wrong and this could go wrong too. I have a habit of trusting people too fast and I'm not going to fall for it again.

"No really, I'm good." I smiled, observing his reaction. He looked down and he seemed disappointed especially when the bartender came back with two drinks and he gave her money for it.

"Are you sure you don't just want one drink, now I have to finish two?" He chuckled, looking at both drinks in his hands as he pushed one closer to me over the counter. He gave me a sad puppy look that was so adorable that I almost said yes to his offer. I shook my head and held up my hand to say a final no when a strong inked hand nudged Nathan on his shoulder, pushing him back a bit.

"Are you blind? She doesn't want a drink!" Lukas gritted through his teeth at Nathan as he stood between us and I knew he was tremendously holding back because he was about to punch him in the face. Nathan got up from his barstool, pushing it back so he could face Lukas. Both of them the exact same height, not giving either of them an advantage.