The One That Got Away

Chapter 3

            By the time we entered, at least five guys were vying for Sarah’s attention, which made me chuckle. She didn’t really like the attention she attracted from males, but she put up with it, being polite and funny. What was she expecting though? She was a blonde bombshell, curvy in all the right places. I didn’t know how she did it. If just one guy hit on me, I’d start stammering like an idiot, causing him to think I was mentally disabled.  Therefore, I never really went on many dates. I liked to tell myself it was because they were intimidated by my sexiness.

            Sarah shot me a pleading glance, but just shook it off. It was my time to shine. Pressing through the packed bodied house, I finally found an entry way that lead to a kitchen. From personal experience, I’ve learned that wherever the kitchen is is wherever the alcohol is. Pushing aside a few extra people, I came across a keg about the size of my mom.

            I loved being right.

            “Where are the cups?” I asked a random guy next to me. How were we supposed to drink it? Out of our hands? This was not the middle ages.

            He pointed to something behind the keg, where sure enough, there were red plastic cups. Flushing slightly, I reached around the keg and pulled a cup out of the plastic. After filling it up, I bid him adieu. I had to find my friend. She was bound to be pissed off at me as much as it was since I sort of ditched her back at the door. Looking around, I failed to find my friend. Where could she be?

            Deep in thought, I slammed into a body. “Shit, I’m so sorry!” I apologized, staring holes into the carpet. My face was ablaze with fire, only half the drink left in the cup because when my idiot self ran into him, it poured out onto his shirt.

            “It’s quite alright,” an extremely deep voice replied. I glanced up through my long, black lashes to see the epitome of gorgeousness standing before me.

            He was classically handsome, with high cheekbones and full lips. His light brown hair hung stylishly against his face, his bright grey eyes piercing, way unlike Jeff’s. He had some stubble growing around his jaw line, which only added to his sexiness. He definitely wasn’t my age, I’d guess 21. Seriously, I was about to jump this guy in public, he was that good looking.

            Introduce yourself, idiot. He’s talking to you. “Hi, I’m Jamie.” I awkwardly stuck my hand out, not quite close enough for him to shake my hand, but too far out to be a wave. Immediately, I threw my hand down.

            He smirked at my awkwardness. “I’m Hunter.” He held out a strong, sure hand, muscles rippling underneath his deep green plaid shirt that was soaking in cheap beer. Yum. “Nice to meet you.” He winked.

            “Uh…,” the longer I spoke to this ‘Hunter’ the stupider I became. “Nice to meet you too.” I shook his hand.That was the appropriate reply right?

            “Need a new drink?” Hunter asked, “You know, since most of it is all over my shirt…”

            My cheeks flushed a deep red. God, this had to be the worst first impression ever. “Uh…sure.” I began to fidget with my black leather jacket, so I wouldn’t be tempted to touch him. He already thinks I’m weird; I didn’t want him to think I was a certified creeper as well.

            “Well, I was just on my way to get a refill,” he tapped the red cup in his hand that I hadn’t known was there until just then. I had been too busy staring at his face. “Want to join me?”

            A smile broke out across my face. “I’d love to.” I replied, suddenly gaining some confidence.

            He returned my smile and grabbed my wrist, tugging me through the pack of people. It felt like a sardine can it was that packed. I let him lead me blindly until he suddenly stopped, causing me to run into his extremely attractive back.