UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER (EDITED VERSION)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Party

-Adam-

"Listen, I know you don't want to be near me right now, but please don't leave the party because of that. I'll try to stay out of your way. I think Blackson invited you, so leaving without even wishing him a happy birthday would be really rude."

"At least stay for a bit." With a frustrated groan, I agreed, saying, "Okay, I'll stay for a bit, but I'll have to head home early. Staying here late is not convenient for me."

"I could drop you home," he offers.

"Sorry, but I can't accept your offer." As Ben and I chatted outside, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances from several women, particularly directed at him. For some inexplicable reason, it bothered me, and I couldn't figure out why.

"You seem to have a lot of female admirers, Mr Adam. Their fixation on you is unwavering," I said, motioning toward the ladies.

Providing me with a subtle grin, he whispered, "Is envy plaguing you, Miss Dickson?" I responded with annoyance, "Absolutely not."

"Wow, that wasn't the response I was hoping for, but be rest assured, I only have eyes for one woman, even though she doesn't notice me."

"Well, that's too bad, I replied curtly. Tell me, McLean, is there any other secret you haven't told me about? for example, like your name?"

A little taken aback by the mention of his last name, he responded in shock. 'How did you come by that name?' he asked. "You know what? Don't answer that. If I didn't bring that name up in conversation, it's because I didn't think it was significant."

"I see; then tell me, what other insignificant thing are you not telling me?"

A little bit annoyed by my question, he said.

"Tell me, Shelley, why is it that you turn to think I am withholding things from you? I have done nothing but be forthcoming with you every step of the way; if I choose to leave out my last name, then you should know it for personal reasons."

"What else will you have me do so you can be assured of my good intentions? Tell me."

Why do I keep hurting Ben with my words? He has been nothing but forthcoming and good to me. I guess am so used to faulting all men that I refuse to think there might be some good ones.

Feeling ashamed of my accusation, I moved toward him.

"My apologies, Ben; I never meant to be so hostile toward you. My issue is that I simply do not trust people of your gender. I get your point, and I agree that you should be free to choose whichever name you like. I do not possess the authority to inquire into that matter or utilize it to cast doubt on your character."

Sighing, he says, "It is ok. We all make mistakes. Now can we please get back inside? The others might be waiting on us."

Taking a step back I said.

"'Did you say us?' Please tell me Dr. Blackson doesn't know about us."

"He is aware that we are acquainted," he said. Rest assured, there is nothing else to worry about." As he guided me through the door, he placed his palm on my lower back and murmured, "Please, after you." The sensation of his hand on my back is palpable.

Once inside, we proceed silently to the bar, walking side by side. As we neared the bar, Dr. Blackson declared, "Guess who decided to make herself known?" None other than Miss Dickson herself. So, were you seriously going to leave without even saying goodbye?"

"Who said anything about leaving? I was only stretching my legs, nothing more. Anyway, happy birthday to you, Dr. Blackson. I came bearing a gift, but it looks like I left it on the gift table."