It's Complicated

Chapter Four

"So, Brendon do you have a last name?" I inquired.

"Shaw," He replied, "How about you?"

"German, you're not from around, are you? I think I would've remembered seeing that delicious face anywhere." He laughed.

"I'm beginning to think you're an undercover spy with all those questions Sofie," He giggled. "Sofie, is it okay if I call you that?" I nodded.

"You still haven't answered my question Mr. Shaw."

"If you must know, I am not from here, but my grandparents live here." He said making eye contact. His hazel coloured eyes were dazzling. Brendon was my complexion and he had a neatly shaped fade cut. He looked like he went to the gym regularly; those muscles were to die for. He was definitely taller than me, I would average him to be about six feet tall, and my eyes kept falling on his lips, mostly because I was wondering what it would feel like to kiss them not to mention they were so luscious and pink, everything about Brendon Shaw seemed to be perfect. "Earth to Sofie," He interrupted my thoughts. "Did you even hear what I said?"

"Sorry its hard to concentrate," I blocked my eyes with my hands and giggled. The Alcohol was definitely starting to hit and my status was now past 'white girl wasted'.

"That's okay, so if you could muster the energy, why don't you tell me about yourself?" He grinned.

Although it was hard to concentrate half of the time, due to lusting over Brendon and the alcohol in my system, we managed to talk about a lot of things. I found it very easy to talk to him, mostly because I was under alcoholic influence. We spoke about my school life and how I was obsessed with being the first in everything that I did. I told him about my insecurities, about going to college and leaving my brother and my best friend behind and how I didn't know if I was capable of making any new friends. I even told him about never having a boyfriend or even a social life. In turn I found out that Brendon was 26 years old and that he came to visit his grandmother who was sick. He was the CEO of his family's tech company. He also told me that because he was always so busy, he never had any time for dating and women. He lived alone in his apartment, and his daily schedule was work and sleep. This visit to his grandmother, as sad as it may seem was a getaway from his 'hustle and bustle' life.

"I can't understand why you would feel insecure about yourself; I mean look at you," He admired "You are by far one of the most beautiful women I have come across."

"I'm not all that," I blushed.

"Are you mad? You have a great body from what I can see, your voice is angelic, your eyes are soft and warm, your hair is nice and don't let me get started on your personality."

"But you only just met me, plus I'm drunk, of course I'd have a great personality when I'm drunk,"I laughed. Nobody had ever complimented me the way that Brendon has. Then again, I was never this close to a guy. I had never felt this type of connection with anyone and I felt many emotions inside that I didn't know how to control.

"That's to show how amazing you are," he made eye contact again. "Plus being drunk brings out your truest self," I broke the gaze, I honestly just wanted to kiss this guy but I didn't know how to initiate it. We sat there in silence for a few minutes.

"How are you getting home?" he finally asked with a concerned look on his face.

"I am home," I laughed.

"This is your party?"

"Something like that," I almost whispered, not wanting to get into more details, I already basically told this guy my whole life story and I didn't really know who he was.