Forget Me Not

chapter four: she's just not that into you

"If a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what."                                                            -he's just not that into you

The girl exiting the vehicle was beautiful enough to exult instantaneous, resounding sighs from both Oliver and Brock.

"Holy fuck, who is that?" Brock breathed, his prior motives long ago forgotten.

The slam of her car door was barely enough to shake the reverie that they had both drifted into. If they were in a cartoon, their jaws would have been hitting the floor.

"Stop staring like a moron." Brock side eyed Oliver, snapping back to some sort of dazed reality.

Oliver quite literally closed his mouth, knocking his teeth abruptly together, which had previously been gaping open and before he had enough time to process much, Brock was swinging the door open and voices assaulted his eyedrums from all sides.

"Brock!" Katie said, throwing herself into his arms as soon as they had crossed the threshold.

As Brock held her back slightly, giving her a chaste kiss as though the events of a few moments ago were already forgotten, it was evident to Oliver that she was drunk. Her otherwise usually groomed hair was wild, accompanied by messily black rimmed eyes and the fact that she was clinging to Brock as though he were the Titanic and the ship was going down.

"Hiii Oliver!" She slurred, waving rather frantically at him as he awkwardly shifted out of the doorway. A few of her friends glanced over in his direction, melding into vaguely familiar faces.

"Hi Katie." He gave her a small, uncomfortable wave.

"She's plastered." A voice slid over him, similar to the night air that simultaneously gusted in from the doorway beside him.

Under the dim, fluorescent lighting of the entryway, Oliver decided that the girl was even prettier than before, as his stomach decided to pool somewhere in his knees.

"Izzy!" Katie slurred, his unfocused vision landing on the blonde girl, now Izzy.

"Katie, you're a mess!" She laughed good naturedly, throwing Oliver a wink over her shoulder before Katie's arms slithered around her neck, barely hanging onto her for support.

Brock snapped his fingers as he drifted back to Oliver "Isabel. I knew I knew who that was."

"Didn't seem like you did." Oliver said pointedly, unable to quite part his gaze from the dexterous blonde.

Brock rolled his eyes, flexing his knuckles in front of him before they emitted almost instantaneous cracking noises "Whatever, she wouldn't be interested in you anyways."

Oliver bit his tongue, rather literally, and as the metallic taste of blood entered his mouth he figured it was for the best. Brock meant no offense but it still bothered him.

"Brock!!!" Katie squealed, her arm still thrown around Izzy's neck "Come take a shot!"

"I've been summoned." Brock said, raising his hands in mock defeat although he hadn't taken much convincing.

Oliver lingered near the edge of the living room, where most everyone else seemed to be. True to form, Grey's was playing on the large flat screen mounted in the room, the LED display casting the only source of light across the room, aside from that streaming in from the kitchen.

Oliver lacked sorely in terms of social skills, especially in a room full of girls, so he was finding the entire event much less exciting than previously.