Chapter Four:

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"Addison?" Derek was getting slightly concerned as he watched her down her second drink without so much as a pause.

"Derek, I'm trying to get drunk here!" Addison gestured with the empty glass in her hand.

"Yes, that much I assumed from the rapid digestion of alcohol." Derek smirked. "It sort of reminds me when Mark and I were fifteen."

"Please, please, no stories or mentioning of teenage years. In fact, let's pretend we never were teenagers. Let's pretend I started my life at age twenty two."

"You're cute when you're exasperated and frustrated." Derek teased her.

"And I just think you're cute." Addison glanced curiously at the stranger. Derek coughed, disguising a laugh as the tall, blonde predator sat down on the stool on the opposite side of Addison. Let the fun begin.

"Excuse me?" Addison raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but notice you over here. I had to come over and see who you were."

"Who are you?" Addison asked.

"Oh, sorry. I just… well," Addison looked at him expectantly and Derek again covered a laugh with a cough. "Nolan, Nolan Graham." The way the man said his name would have reminded Derek of James Bond, except now Nolan, Nolan Graham was nervous. Addison induced nervous. Those were something Derek used to be very familiar with. He doubted, however, that Bond would have gotten Addison induced nerves. But then again…

"Right," Addison nodded.

"And I'm surprised to find I don't remember your name. I thought I would have remembered who all the cheerleaders were, but your name is escaping me. I was almost going to go ask Jessica who you were, but I figured I'd just, you know, come introduce myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you do remember the names of all the cheerleaders. Or I would hope you do, since if I remember correctly you slept with almost all of them." Derek couldn't cover that one with a cough.

"Well since I clearly don't remember you from high school, though I usually don't forget beautifully stunning girls such as yourself," Addison didn't know whether his shameless dropping of pickup lines made her want to slap or laugh at him. "I was wondering if my name reminded you who I was."

"Nolan Graham," Addison repeated thoughtfully though she knew exactly who he was. "Captain of the soccer team, right?"

"Right!" He seemed proud that she remembered this, Derek noted. "But you weren't a cheerleader?"

"Nope." Addison shook her head.

"But all the hot girls were cheerleaders," Nolan remarked, then blushed slightly. "Seriously though, were you on any of the sports teams?" Addison shook her head, and Derek continued to laugh silently to himself at the man's inability to remember who she was. Exactly as he'd predicted.

"I didn't really do sports in high school." Addison shrugged.

"Did you do anything? I mean like, activities, or whatever."

"She was in band." Derek supplied.

"Ohh." Nolan nodded, "What did you play?"Addison groaned, shooting Derek a glare.

"Clarinet."

"Oh, that's cool." Nolan nodded. "I once dated a girl that played that one… saxophone! Yes, saxophone."

"Interesting." Addison remarked sarcastically.

"So are you staying for the whole reunion?" Nolan asked.

"Yeah." Derek decided, from the way that Nolan had begun to blatantly check Addison out. And for an attractive captain of the high school soccer team, that was taking it too far. "We got the weekend off work, so we decided to stay in the hotel for the weekend."

"So you two are like, together?" He eyed Derek with a hint of jealousy now, which, Derek decided, he preferred very much over being completely ignored by the man trying to pick up on his fiancé.

"Sort of, we're engaged." Derek smirked as Nolan tried to hide his surprise suavely.

"Congratulations! Well, it's been nice catching up…"

"Addison." She supplied with a smirk.

"Addison. It's a beautiful name." He let his eyes wander down her body once more before Derek caught his eye and he remembered he was leaving. "Right. I'm going to go talk to Ashlee… so I'll probably see you later."

"Bye Nolan," Addison smiled flirtatiously as he left, confusing him as he wandered off.

"Was that so horrible?"

"Yes." Addison returned to her former pouting self, though she had stopped her rampage to consume alcohol.

"You were just hit on by the captain of your high school soccer team."

"That wasn't really what I would call being hit on." Addison sighed, determined to keep the situation negative.

"And what would you call being hit on?" Derek raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"I don't know," Addison smiled playfully. Derek kissed her hand lightly, and was about to continue an assault on her skin when Addison pulled away abruptly.

"Ads?" Derek became concerned at the look on her face.

"That isn't…"

"What?"

"Jessica Thompson." Addison groaned.

"She sounds all American."

"She looks all American." Addison commented. "Though I knew it wasn't true I still hoped that she'd have become unusually ugly over the years… and is that…"

"No." Derek sighed. "No."

"Oh God, it is." Addison, again, wasn't sure whether to laugh or slap him. Only this time, it was a different him. A him who was definitely not supposed to be here, and who definitely did not attend Crenshaw Academy.

"The things that man will do to get laid." Derek had yet to cease being amazed by his best friend's antics.

"You know what?" Addison sighed. "Screw high school. Screw Jenna, screw Nolan, screw my teenaged insecurities."

"There you go!" Derek smiled, pleased that Addison may enjoy herself. What she did next was not what he had in mind. She downed the remainder of her seemingly forgotten drink before standing up and approaching the former captain of the cheerleading squad. "Addie, what are you…" Derek muttered under his breath before hurrying to follow her.

"Mark!"

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AWKWARD ENDING!

I'm horrible for that, and I apologize. But it is 3:30 am and I have a performance thing tomorrow ahah that I have to be SUPER energized for, because I have to do some high intensity, bubbly, songs. Anyhow, I am going to go sleep now! I hope that is readable, because I'm probably not in a very lucid state of mind hahah. Thanks for reading!