Storm [H.S.]

chapter 3

A man with beautiful brown hair and tattoos covering his arms and chest walks through the crowd. He's high fiving and nodding at people who seem very enthusiastic to see him. Though he doesn't seem to share their excitement. With a blank face, he makes his way through all the people.

Oh shit he's coming toward me. Well not me specifically but the bar I'm sitting at.

For some reason I can not take my eyes off him. He's still a good distance away but as he gets closer, I can see him more clearly and wow. I don't think I've ever seen a man so statuesque.

He's wearing black jeans with a black button down that's unbuttoned pretty low. I can see two birds on his chest right below his collar bones.

I'm not even thinking about him noticing me so I keep staring. Then his eyes meet mine and my whole body lights on fire. I can see his green eyes from here and I decide right then that it's my new favorite color.

He's so close now, almost reaching the bar and he still hasn't broken eye contact with me. His stare holds me captive and I can't escape. There's no way I'll be able to look away until he does first.

Next thing I know, he's leaning against the other side of the bar across from me. Then he breaks our eye contact to look at the bartender. I can't hear what he says or what the bartender responds with but a small smirk forms on his lips.

I look away because I don't want to be caught staring the whole time. As I'm looking at the wall, I realize I've been sitting here and I haven't ordered anything yet. I look back only to meet his intense gaze again. He was already looking at me but then he drags his eyes down. This makes me remember what dress I'm wearing and I suddenly get the urge to get the fuck out of here.

I quickly signal the bartender and order a shot of tequila. I need it right now. Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Don't look at him. My head does not listen to my brain as I glance his way again only to find his seat empty.

The bartender sets my shot down and I throw it back immediately, setting the shot glass back on the bar upside down.

"Tequila huh? Rough day?" A deep rich British voice speaks behind me.

I slowly spin around and come face to face with the brown haired man. His eyes are even more beautiful up close. They are so green. I loose my breath.

"W-what? No I just...I'm just" I gulp. "Thirsty" I finish with a dry throat.

He smiles and deep dimples appear in each cheek. Lord help me. I hope he can't see the affect he has on me.

"Really? Well why don't I buy you an actual drink then?" He offers.

I don't know why but boys like him scare me. They're too good looking to be good people so I get suspicious. I think I just watch to many murder shows.

I look around to break eye contact before that alone hypnotizes me to say yes. "Uhhh sorry but my friends are waiting for me." I get up from my stool.

He raises his eyebrows looking completely shocked that I actually said no to him. He honestly looks like he's never heard no from a woman before. I wait for him to move out of my way but he just stands there smiling.

"Do you go to UOC?" He asks leaning his hand on the bar to my right.

"Yes." I look at him suspiciously. "Do you?"

At that he laughs. A quick genuine laugh like I just told him a crazy joke. Though short, that laugh might have been the best one I've ever heard. But I don't understand what's funny. I just stare at him confused by this interaction.

"You're a freshman then?" He asks. "Let me guess...out of state?" How did he know that?

I furrow my eyebrows at him. "Yeah...how did you know that?"