Dare to fall

James

I wasn't until after my stare off with the world's biggest douche-bag that I realise Blakely has made a run for it. Probably for the best, I haven't even spoken to her in four years.

I couldn't believe it when she walked in, sitting at the booth next to mine, looking like a wet dream in that dress.

She has always been beautiful. Even as an awkward teen, it was hard to keep your eyes off her. What the fuck she was doing on a date with that asshole, I'll never know. It took everything in me not to fly across the table and throat punch him when he implied her body was anything but perfect. Who the fuck asks a girl if she thinks she needs cake? My limit was when he started calling her names and almost implied it was her fault the father of her child left.

Like he has a fucking clue.

Hell, I'm Tyler's best friend and I don't even have a clue why he let Blakely go.

I walk outside to see if I can still catch her, but she's long gone. The dipshit date walks out after me and has the audacity to flip me off.

All night I want to call her, see how she is, apologize for stepping in when I know she could (and would have preferred to) handle it herself.

Not having her number anymore sucks. I briefly consider texting Tyler for it but throw that idea out the window, he wouldn't understand why I want it and I don't feel like explaining.

10 years ago.

Fuck this party is lame.

My girlfriend Kayla, who I have tried everything to break up with, in the last few months, rubs her chest on my arm. Whispering all the dirty things a horny 17-year-old wants to hear in my ear. It's doing nothing for me. Neither are her generous sized tits.

"I need a drink." I tell her, moving her gently off me. She rolls her eyes and turns to talk to Tyler. I'm pretty sure she thinks flirting with my best friend will get a reaction out of me. Truthfully, I couldn't give less of a fuck if I tried.

I'm walking past a bunch of drunk ass people, trying to get to the kitchen, when someone smacks straight into me, spilling their drink down my fucking crutch. Like this night could be any worse.

I look down at the presumably drunken slob and holly fuck.

She's hot.

She looks up at me with the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen, apologizing profusely while trying to wipe the sticky mess off my pants.

Fuck this girl seriously needs to stop touching my dick.

I remove her hands, telling her it's fine before she notices how hard I'm getting.

I don't know her name. But I want to. I want to know everything about her.

Of course, that's when Tyler and Kayla show up and I'm forced to introduce the girl of my dreams to my crazy as fuck girlfriend.

Fuck.