Adam
She's special. Allison, I mean.
And it's not just because of the way she tasted differently amongst the other women I had brought in bed but because she was really special. In an unfathomable, indescribable way that she was. Call me cheesy and gay but when a man knows, a man knows. That this woman was better than any other woman.
My seventeen-year-old younger sister, Natalie who was just starting her college years on a university in Paris, France would always ask me how did dad knew that he was going to end up marrying mom one day. When a man knows, a man knows. I told her and she simply didn't get it.
I am neither a love expert or a philosopher but women are complicated creatures. You give them love, and it wasn't love for them. They wanted men to figure all the things for them, looking for the answers they could have known if they look closely into it. Women have the tendencies to dig deeper, men simply go with the current. We looked into the superficial side of things and we simply don't go into details because we like surprises and women hates them. Dating, for example. A woman will go to a date with someone she knew very well. Her bestfriend, perhaps because she knew him in and out. She knew his quirks, his fears, his ambitions, when he will fart and the list goes on. Men goes on a date with a woman simply because she is interesting. He saw her inside a recording store, strike up a conversation and he's interested! For me, marrying your bestfriend doesn't seem to do the trick. A bestfriend is a bestfriend. The opposite of yourself and that should stay as it is. Imagine I marry Georgina. She was sexy and beautiful and a great lay (coming from Zeke, not me.) yet I knew that she burped too loud during formal meals. That was funny and at the same time, a great turn off.
"You're spacing out again, man." Kobe commented, handing me another paper cup. I forgot that I was standing here on the poolside watching Zeke dance with Allison until she said something to him and walked out to the far end corner of the room where a mini bar stood. I stared at her hungrily, at her firm round ass and milky legs that felt smooth in my palms while my colleagues kept on wolf whistling and rating every girl who passed by. Earlier, they had given Carly a score of three and she glared at every single one of us before sauntering back to the dance floor, Renee and Kaitlyn (their new brainless recruit), tailing after her.
All the time I was watching her while I goof around trying to enjoy the party. My eyes narrowed into slits as a man approached her. Not the bartender but a different man. Someone I hadn't seen at school. He wore black leather jackets and black leather pants along with black leather boots. He was tall and big and his head was shaved at the sides making him look like a big bad bully. I shrugged continuing my watch and thinking that maybe it was his fashion or something of the sort. So far, he hasn't made a move to touch her.
My eyes wandered to where Allison left Zeke but he was nowhere to be seen. My gaze went back to her and her unwelcomed admirer before I realized that I don't want other men admiring her. Jesus, I must be drunk.
I stood up, sashaying a bit.
"You okay man?" someone asked. That was Joey. He has the tendency to ask every member of the team if they were okay. Must be a habit or something.
"Yeah." I said a little too loud, starting to wobble towards the mini bar. Allison's back was turned to me and I really can't see her face. The man, however looked apologetic.
I plopped down one of the stools and motioned the bartender to give me the usual. I knew Casey way back since middle school. He was apparently the son of some rich folks he got but was disinherited recently because he refused to be taken on the family company. He did a little bartending back then and he was very good at the job. Not that he needs it though. He slid me my usual martini which I acknowledged with a slight nod. I downed it with a single gulp and proceeded to my eavesdropping business.
"-an asshole-" the guy started. Allison waved him off.
"Vodka martini please. Thanks Casey." she said looking at the addressed bartender who turned on his heels to mix her drinks. She turned on the man again, oblivious to my eavesdropping business.
"Where are we?" she asked hotly, fanning herself with her fingers. "Ah! About you being an asshole, right? I haven't really thought you had it in you, Brad. I trusted you despite never answering my questions! You could have told me that you were screwing other girls then I would have understood but you made me believed that I was the only fucking one!"
Woah, didn't knew Allison could curse that loud, it was so fucking sexy.
"Alli-"
"Just leave." she said, her voice venomous.
"I'm sorry, Allison." the guy said, bowing his head low. "I was a jerk back then."
"You're not sorry because you were a jerk." she retorted. "You were sorry because you think you can have a go at me again now that I have smoky eyes and red lips."
"No-"
"You'd think I was still the dork in pig tails and glasses you can trick by showering her with kisses while you held her on your lap? No."
"I'm sorry, Ally." the guy said again. "I really am."
And with that, he left. I drank another shot of martini and watched her out of the corner of my eyes. She crouched down a bit, breathing heavily. I waited until she was breathing evenly before I spoke.
"So.." I started, making her jump. She swiveled on her seat to face me.
"Do you really have this habit of unexpectedly turning up in unexpected places?" she asked, fisting her chest with one hand. She took a shot of her vodka martini and made a face. She stared at the crowd dancing a few feet away, paper cups in their hands. Bodies shimmering with sweat.
"This is not an unexpected place." I told her. "I'm here in Mische's invitation."
"Whatever." she said rolling her eyes, downing another shot of her alcohol. She made a face again, where she will scrunch her nose and closed her eyes tightly.
"You're so cute." I told her.
"Shut up."
"So..." I trailed, watching her tipped another shot in her mouth. Jesus, this woman had too much to drink tonight. "Having a chitchat with your ex huh?"
"Eavesdropping, aren't we?" she asked with a smirk, tipping another shot of alcohol down her throat. This time, she didn't make a face as she politely asked Casey for a refill. "He's not my ex. Just a onetime pathetic excuse of a fling."
"Doesn't sound like a fling to me." I deadpanned just as Casey slid both our martinis.
She didn't answer. Instead, she chose to drink her martini again, looking up at the ceiling as she finished while I sat beside her, wanting to know the truth. Why she seemed to be building walls between us. Was it because of my reputation? Was it because she thinks I'm a manwhore? A sexually preoccupied guy who can't keep his dick to himself?
There was a very pregnant pause which I had spent by counting the shot she had to drink. Also, by counting the times Carly had puked all over the dancefloor.
"We're not in a drinking challenge, Allison." I said. "Nobody's going to steal your alcohol." I quickly added as I watched her downed another shot.
"You know," she said, looking straight into my eyes and smiling crookedly like a slightly drunk woman would. "Just because I allowed you to -hik!" she turned bright red which was really adorable. "You know, doesn't mean you can say whatever you want."
"I like you." I blurted out of nowhere. I didn't even know why. It's like my mouth has some life in it and it chose to say those words in that moment.
Allison waved her plain hands dismissively.
"I'm not having sex with you." she slurred, reaching for the nth glass of shot glass and tipping the contents down her throat with a single chug.
"I can buy you more alcohol." I offered, smelling for what seemed to be the 7th vomitus that came from Carly. Why did she kept drinking if she's going to puke all over the dancefloor? I thought angrily, seeing a lot of people glaring at her for interrupting a really nice song.
"Still, I'm not having sex with you." she said, more of slurred as she gripped the shot glass with her fist. I held her wrists and whisked away the glass to which she didn't protested. I stood up, nearing her.
I have no idea what it's like to have your heart broken. With Tris/ Trish and Lena, it was just sex. Wonderful, mind-boggling sex. I have no idea what to tell Allison. She was not the kind of girl that would have gotten my attention but I'd like to know her more. What she likes, her fears, ambitions, dreams, darkest secrets and deepest heartaches. There was something that was pulling me to her.
I lifted her head and placed it against my chest.
"Your heart -hik! is working p-p-pretty hard." she commented titling her head to the side so that she can hear my heartbeat.
"I'm taking you home." I said simply, feeling a drop of sweat lining my back.
"The world is spinning." she said, slumping her weight on me. "I had too much drinks."