disclaimer: I think it's somewhere in one of the chapters...
Greg excitedly leans foreward, his eyes practically dancing, "Sara, I was telling Catherine about the blond I met earlier."
I nod my head and smile. I'm not going to say anything, I don't want to encourage him to talk. I don't want him to tell me about the blond he met earlier. I'm not interested. I'm only interested with the strawberry blond who is sitting next to me. The strawberry blond whose elbow is touching my elbow. The strawberry blond who absolutely takes my breath away.
The strawberry blond who is now looking at me curiously because I am again staring at her and completely ignoring Greg and his enthusiasm. Funny he doesn't even notice that I'm not looking at him. Yup, mesmerized and again hypnotized by the strawberry blond whose elbow is touching my elbow. Damn, I'm sick.
Hell, I need another drink.
"I'm getting us another round of beer." I stand up and say it to no one in particular.
"I got to go home, I'm working later." Greg yawns and stretches as he stands up. Thank heavens for that. But I still need beer, because I said I was getting beer. So might as well. But I'm sure am glad Greg is leaving. I tug on his shirt, "walk you out?" Yup. I want him out. Now if possible.
"Sure." He bends down and mumbles something to Catherine. Then both look at me and smile. Whatever. I don't care. I need a drink.
"Come on, Greggo. Let's go." I look at him lazily. Catherine is still grinning at me. She drums her fingers on the table. I give her a quick smile. Damn, she's adorable. I do need a beer right now.
Greg follows behind me. I know he's talking about something but I keep on walking. I'm not in the mood to listen. I know it's rude to ignore him but I'm so preoccupied right now that I want him to go away.
"Sara, are you even listening?" He reaches for my arm and I turn around. He looks at me waiting for a reply. I mumble something knowing with the loud music he can't hear me. I smile sweetly at him, turn around and kept walking. He catches up with me as we near the door. He's still talking, still thinking I'm hearing him. If he keeps on yapping he'll never go away. Would it be too rude if I push him out the door?
I push the door open, feeling the cool breeze come in. Fresh air finally! The sound from the noisy bar slowly drowning out. He's halfway out the door when I caught the last few words, "...so that's what she thinks, Sara."
What? She thinks what?
Automatically I reach out for him, grabbing the closest thing which unfortunately is his collar and yank him back in. Which is a no-no because the door slams back on him, hitting his head. Greg falls backward. I tried catching him but since he's bigger than me he continues to fall on his butt.
He looks up at me furiously. "What the hell, Sara?!!"
Okay, I heard every word he said that time. My mind is is going on over drive thinking of what is the most clever thing to say. He stands up dusting his aching behind looking at me angrily. I'm so thankful I'm a girl because If I was a guy I know he'd punch me right here, right now.
I open my mouth to say something. A sincere apology would be really good right now.
"Beer." Did I just say that?
"What?" He looks at me incredulously. His eyebrows almost connect with one another.
Did I just say 'beer'? Damn! I can't believe I just said that! He spins around, pushes the door open and stomps outside. I rush out following him.
"Greg, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to pull you! I just wanted to know...hell, I don't know, Greg. I'm so sorry. I truly am." That's the truth. I really feel bad for doing that to him. He's a dear friend and I'm dragging him into my insane world.
"Just tell her, Sara. Dammit! My butt hurts!" He get's in his car and starts the engine. I'm looking at him with my mouth open.
Just tell her, Sara?' Do they know something I don't? I always thought guys don't pick up subtle signals but maybe I'm wrong.
Or maybe...I'm that obvious??? Shit!
Greg rolls down his window, "I love you dearly but you're turning into a nut case, Sara. Just tell her, damn it! Before we all get hurt!" With that he drives off into the night. And here I am still standing with my jaw hanging. Damn...what in the world am I getting into?
i know it's short, but i need to get back to studying.
so sock it to me...