"Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused."
Brent's POV
I just couldn't understand women and maybe I wasn't supposed to. They are a complicated species of the human race and are more than capable of triggering mental instability if you got too invested in issues concerning them. One moment, all was well and we were bonding- at least that's what I thought- and then the next we're acting like total strangers meeting for the first time. It would make things fucking easy for the both of us if she'd be more open about what it was that she saw or heard that triggered her and made her give me the cold shoulder.
I mean, we had a moment few days back on our way back from SilverLake. I had comforted her- something that was alien to me seeing as I wasn't all about that mushy life- but I just didn't know what it was that had me drawn to her in that moment of vulnerability. She seemed to crave comfort and I had offered it on instinct. To think we had shared an interaction that I never thought I had in me only for her to pay me no attention for over a week was beyond me. She was avoiding me. It was as clear as day.
On the flip side, it could be that I was putting way too much thought into it. There was nothing to work with seeing as we haven't been in the same room ever since the SilverLake adventure but that was a problem in itself. She hardly ever said much to me except paid any attention to my advances but she never acted distant either. I never dwelled too much on shit and just let things play out however they wanted to but it didn't make sense to me why she chose to stay away from me like the plague. But then, why the hell was I so bothered? It's normal to feel like shit right? I mean, she had looked like she was going to break down if she didn't get the littlest emotional support and I gave that to her only to be treated like I hadn't done nothing after. That was enough reason to feel betrayed, right?
She rattled me, a whole lot. One minute, she was attending meetings and bossing me around like her personal errand boy, then she's visiting a jail, the next minute she's looking like a wet kitten in desperate need of affection and then a complete 360 flip to being cold and distant. How does a human being switch so fast?
"Hey... what's up? Drew asked, sliding into the stool opposite me.
"Fine. You?"
"I'm great! Rachel and I are currently on good terms so it's enough reason to be ecstatic," he beamed. "You don't look so good though. You're sending heated stares at that poor wall."
"Am I now?" I kept on looking straight ahead. At the wall.
"Yeah. Care to tell me what's going on?"
"It's nothing you should know about. Big boy issues."
He overrode my reply. "Is it about Sam?"
"Is what about her?" I finally looked up at him.
"I'm no dumb fuck, Brent. It's quite easy to sense the friction between you two. There's so much sexual tension when y'all in the room together. I mean, I want to leave and give y'all some privacy everytime. I heard you drove her down to silverlake? Y'all got a room or something? The experience wasn't quite what you had imagined?"
"Fuck you, man. We didn't fucking get a room and it's none of your fucking business what is in my head," I huffed. "You're asking too many shit and you should ask her if you need answers. She's in a much better space to explain what the fuck is up because I don't know shit myself."
"Swearing, Brent. Too much curse words," Rachel glared. "You can't use that many curse words unless you don't mind giving the kids over a hundred bucks."
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Tequila Shots
RomanceBrent Callaghan, Owner of the only Bar in Shadow creek, lover of women and a ladies magnet, is scared of commitment but hides his insecurities in the shade of promiscuity. However, he envies the lives his brothers are living and wishes for someone t...