What You Do To Me

Chapter 25: Brielle's POV

Holy shit she's fine.

Like super amazeballs fine.

And she's looking at me.

Fuck.

I blush and look away, back down at my coffee. But when I look back up, her bright blue eyes were still studying me. I look away again.

She has long curly brown hair and bright, bright blue eyes. It's hard to tell how tall she is, but she's kind of muscular. Like in a hot way.

And her curves.

HOLY SHIT HER CURVES!!!

She has nice curves, that's all I'm going to say on the matter.

Here I am trying to just get some coffee and drink it in peace before going to see my friends, and there's a goddess staring at me.

She too is sitting alone, should I go sit with her?

Definitely not.

You should! I hear Max whine in my head.

C'mon! That would be dumb!

I'm not doing it. I argue and Head Max "hmmf's"

"Excuse me?" Someone says, shaking me from my imaginary argument with my best friend.

I look up and my jaw drops.

Welcome to "Bi Culture" y'all. 5 seconds ago, I was freaking out over that beautiful woman, and not here I am stunned into silence by this god of a man.

He has dark, messy black hair, a dark tan, and eyes a dark emerald green.

And an award-winning smile. His teeth are bright white, perfectly straight, and they set off the rest of him beautifully.

"Her name is Amber, and she's single." The man says. I think he's a man. I peg him at most 20, he can't be much older than me. Maybe 19? He has slight stubble across his jaw.

It's cute.

"Wh-what?" I ask after his words sink in.

He rolls his eyes and takes the seat across from me.

"The girl you've been staring at, her name is Amber. She's single, but I'm not sure if she likes... well... girls." He says awkwardly.

I squint my eyes at him and pull a face.

"What?"

He rolls his eyes again.

"The girl-"

"Bitch I heard you." I snap and his eyes widen. A sheepish smile spreads across his face and I try not to blush. He's super cute.

"Sorry."

"I just want to know... why? Why are you telling me this? Why do you know this?" I ask and his sheepish smile is replaced by a cocky smirk.

"Some of us have a spine and talk to the people we're crushing on." He says and I blush pink.

"I-I do not have a crush on her-" I freeze as I realize he wasn't talking about her. He was talking about me.

He talked to her for me. To get a way to talk to me.

He... has a crush on me?

"My name's Brielle." I say, but it doesn't seem like me. I'm still shocked, so where are these words coming from? I even hold my hand out!

"Jax. Jax Silvers." He says, taking my hand.

"Wh-what are you doing here, Jax Silvers?" I ask. This is nice, I haven't talked to a cute guy in forever. My usual routine would be go to a party, get just drunk enough not to remember who I'm hooking up with, and then go hook up with somebody.