Chance Encounters

ten

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Chapter 10

I was frozen on the spot as Long Hair started singing a slow, sweet song. He sang it so we well, I would have enjoyed it if he hadn't been serenading for no fucking reason. As if I didn't already hate big, romantic gestures.

It was weird to have a stranger singing to me. He seemed familiar enough, so maybe I did know him, but I still couldn't place where I'd seen him.

"Dude," Austin said from right beside me. He sounded just as freaked out as I was. "Is he really serenading you?"

I could feel my cheeks flaming red. There were some people around us talking in hushed murmurs,  wondering who the heck "Reed Oarkley" was, and why on earth was she being serenaded by Long Hair? Behind me, I could hear some giggles, along with some girls who keep saying how sweet and hot Long Hair was.

Me? I wanted to throw up.

"Do you know this guy?"

I looked up at Austin and shook my head. "I have no idea."

"Why does he know you?" He shook his head at me, eyes cautious as he tugged on the collar of his shirt. "He said your full name. I didn't even know your full name."

"Well, now you do."

I didn't recognize the song, but it was still something too sappy and romantic for my taste. Despite the fact that Long Hair had a good voice, I couldn't make myself think any better of the ridiculous love song. Long Hair kept his gaze on me all throughout the song. Occasionally, he would look down on this guitar before looking back at me.

Needless to say, it was very awkward, so I tried my best not to look at him.

"Let's go," I said, trying to push past the crowd, but Austin held me in place.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm not exactly fond of random strangers singing me random love songs."

"Are you sure you don't know him?"

I groaned but turned to study the guy anyway. While it was true that I think he was slightly familiar, I still had no idea where I'd seen him. I studied his black hair and tried to look past the shadows falling across his face.

I have a really good memory. I don't usually forget people I'd met before, and I was pretty sure I would have recognized someone who stood out as much as Long Hair. Even the people Tori introduce me to always leave a few impressions, despite the fact that I usually tune out most of the conversations we have with them.

The only time my memory fucked up was when I was drunk.

Maybe I met him when I'd been drinking. A party, maybe. Possibly when Tori dragged me out to go to a bar or a club. Whatever it was, I was pretty sure it didn't warrant a public scene involving a guitar, a song I've only heard now but already started hating, and a crowd of people burning a hole through my head as they looked at the "lucky" Reed Oakley.

"Red," Austin said, "this is really freaking me out."

"I'm the one being serenaded by a fucking stranger, and you're the one freaking out?" Despite my "snarking," though, I couldn't hide the fact that I actually was uncomfortable about the whole situation.

I tried my best to remember where I'd met him. It was kind of hard to recall the times I'd been drunk, but the last one was during the graduation party. I wasn't senseless drunk or anything, but I was pretty sure I'd been tipsy.