Encounter Me

Rowan: driving me crazy

                                                                      Written by Shelbwritesagain

Rowan attempts to keep her wits about her after seeing Blue with whomever his mystery woman was. She tenses slightly at the sight of Blue's hand resting on her hip. The way Blue was giving her all his attention--like she was the only girl in the world--makes Rowan feel strange. She shakes off the feeling of jealousy from her mind, surprised she even cares.

I need another drink. In the kitchen, she notices the last six pack of beer sitting on the counter.

"Shit," Rowan mutters, sending a worried look toward Garrett. Nothing in the fridge, a few seltzers in the cooler. "We're almost out of booze! Are you sober enough to drive me to the store?"

Garrett gives her a sheepish look. "Uh, yeah. I've only had a few cups of punch." Rowan looks around at all the party goers--every single one holding a cup. She wonders for a moment if she's sober enough to drive. She's only two vodka sodas in, but driving would be a terrible idea. Is anyone sober?

"Is anyone here a DD?" She yells to the surrounding crowd. Uninterested faces glance over for a moment. Not helpful. She doesn't dare walk over toward Blue, let alone look his way. Forcing him out of her mind was at the top of her to-do list.

"I haven't been drinking," a deep voice rumbles from behind her. Adam's tall figure towers over her. She had invited him during English Lit earlier that week. Now, she's glad she did. His shaggy, black hair cascades down to a point just above his broad shoulders, some falling in a perfect wave to frame his face. Beads of sweat pool around his hairline. His chest rises and falls to the fast-paced beat of his heart--heavy from the dancefloor. His pronounced brow bone furrows with concern. "What do you need? Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah," she smiles back, shyness suddenly creeping in. He was striking. "I need to run and grab more alcohol if this party is to continue." He holds out his forearm for Rowan to take.

"Well then we should get going, shouldn't we?" His teeth gleam as he smiles wide. Rowan loops her arm around his and they head outside.

Adam leads her around the block to the spot where a sleek, all-black Range Rover sits. The lights flash as he unlocks the car. Beautiful man, beautiful car. The black leather interior is smooth against Rowan's bare thighs.

The entire drive to the store Rowan catches herself watching Adam. Her eyes trace from his jaw--tense with concentration--to his shoulders, down his arms to the strong grip he has on the steering wheel. Veins ripple down his arms and spread across his hands.

"Do I have something on my face?" Adam jokes, a smile playing on his lips.

"No, just admiring the view." She shrugs and focuses her eyes back on the road.

Adam hops out of the car with her once they park at the liquor store. They walk in stride through aisles of liquors and beers and wines, picking out cheap options. She can't help the electricity she feels as Adam's hand brushes her arm.

"The goal is to get drunk. It doesn't have to taste good, right?" He asks. I bet you taste good, Rowan thinks. Her eyes widen--shocked at her thoughts.

She clears her throat and responds, "uh, exactly! Should we check out?" He nods and they place their collection of alcohol on the conveyor belt.

"Your total is $85.90," the cashier says with no enthusiasm. Rowan moves to grab cash from her purse.

"I'll pay," Adam coos, giving her a soft smile.

"No, no. It's my party I'll pay. Thank you though."