One Word | H.S.

Chapter Six

Crazy.

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The world is testing me.

I reach for my third cup of beer, the presence of Harry in the room adding to my already built-up worry. I wasn't expecting to not see him tonight, I was aware that he and Cade lived together, but I hadn't mentally prepared myself enough. In my defense, I did not think he was going to fucking hang around and socialize.

I sip on the foul beverage as I glance my eyes around the occupied room, taking in all the party-goers as I white-knuckle my cup. People-watching, I notice Harry talking to a few of Mia and Cade's co-workers, flashing that dimpled grin as he attempts to land one in bed.

He notices my staring as he flicks his green eyes to mine, lifting his cup in a "cheers" motion before nodding to the girls that stand before him. I plaster an annoyed expression on my face in response before sipping my beer, turning to face someone other than the chuckling fuck.

The individuals, however, that have populated this small space are as interesting as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Just from the way they hold themselves, the way they converse with each other, I can tell they are safe people. The forced conversations along with the light, shallow laughs lead me to believe that there is no depth.

I may be fucked up but that's what draws people in, I suppose. They can tell that there is something wrong, deeply wrong, and they want to uncover what that is. When they do, however, they grow scared and run faster than a cheetah.

A coupled pair catch my eyes, noticing they are standing a little too close to just be "co-workers". The brunette flashes her substantial blue eyes as she leans against the wall with a seductive form, biting her lip ever so often. She nods repeatedly as the man across from her speaks, trying to convey the message that she "cares" about what he is saying.

Oh yeah, she's 100% got a fiancé back home.

The other person in the duo, the tall, nicely clad man, rests his forearm on the wall as he sips his drink periodically, flashing a smile after each gulp. His eyes remained locked on her body, his mind drifting to a fantasy he wants to bring to life. Though I can't hear, I assume he speaks of his wealth, his penthouse in the city just not "cutting it anymore", trying to cover up the fact that the length between his legs exceeds no more than four inches.

Two-time divorcee, I'm sure.

I have always been gifted in the art of reading people. I can formulate theories based off the way they speak, the way their hands move as they speak, the way their eyes show emotion or lack thereof. The only person I can't seem to read is myself.

"See any you like?" A deep, menacing voice speaks to the right of me, my head snapping to meet the familiar green eyes I have grown to despise. Harry joins me, clearly leaving the two girls behind, his gaze fixed on the couple.

I purse my lips together as I look back to the crowded room, attempting to find an interesting person.

Rage problems.

Cheater.

Unknowing father-of-two.

Though I've never been the relationship type, I can't help but wonder how it feels to be so desired by another being. I see it with Mia, the way her eyes ignite at the sound of her girlfriend's name.

I suppose I'm not opposed to the idea of love, that being a factor to my excessive amount of one night stands. Maybe I'm hoping they will find interest in something other my vagina.