Find Me Alastar

The two girls join us and we all start talking, but I find myself, once again, detached from the

conversation, I’m too busy scanning the club. Where did he go? Did he leave or is he dancing with that

girl?

“Who are you looking for?” Brielle asks.

“That guy is here.”

She frowns in question. “What guy?”

“Jewelry shop jerk.” “Oh, shit.” Her eyes widen. “Did he see you?”

“Yes, and he looked away as if he didn’t know me.”

She frowns.

“And he looked hot, too,” I sigh. “Typical. Every loser in the club wants to talk to me and the one guy

that looks hot is a fucking idiot.”

“Don’t worry about him. Let’s get another drink,” she murmurs with a shake of her head.

For the next two hours I binge drink to dull out the menagerie of bad men surrounding me, and somewhere

along the way we are starting to really have fun. The girls and I are misbehaving and dancing up a treat

where our group is standing. We can’t even be bothered to make it to the dance floor. I feel young and

alive, and at this moment, London is going off.

Alastar

I stand against the wall in the darkness and watch her dance with her friends, her back to me.

Hell.

Why does she have to be so damn hot?

This is unexpected.

Wearing a white knitted dress that hugs in all the right places, she’s something I can’t pry my

eyes from. Her ass, oh, the things I could do to it. I get a vision of what she would look like naked

and on top of me, and I feel myself harden. I’ve been in a semi-aroused state since I met her in that

shop just two days ago.

Fuck. I drag my hand down my face in frustration.

“Tell me again, why you didn’t get the ring?” Thomas asks from his place next to me as he

watches her.

I throw him a disgruntled look. Thomas is my brother, my best friend, and annoyingly, my

conscience. He knew I had to get that ring yesterday. He also knows I failed my mission.

“You know why,” I mutter.

“I know exactly why you didn’t get it. You were too busy drooling.”

“Fuck off.” He raises his eyebrows in question.

I shake my head in disgust and blow out a breath. “I didn’t expect her to be such…”

“Such what?” he asks as the song changes and she starts to bounce around to the up tempo beat.

“Such a fucking smart ass.”

He smirks into his drink, both of our eyes glued on her when she really starts to dance. It’s that

Megan Trainer song: You too.

If I was you

I would want to be me, too.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I watch her in the darkness. A smile crosses my face as her and her friends sing the words to

each other like sixteen-year-olds as they bounce on the spot.

I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.

She turns and notices me up against the wall watching her.

I stop breathing and a mischievous smile crosses her face. She waves with just the tips of her

fingers as she dances and moves her hips seductively. She starts to point at me, and then herself as

she mouths the words.

If I was you

I would want to me, too.

She holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers to show me her ring – The ring I was supposed to

have in my possession right now.

I narrow my eyes and Thomas laughs out loud.

“You’re right, she is a fucking smart ass. I could like this girl.”

I glare at her and she blows me a kiss before she turns her back to me and continues her

seductive dancing.

One of the dickheads she is standing with puts his arm around her and tries to dance with her

and I feel my fury start to rise.

“Fuck. I… I need to go.” I stammer.

Thomas’s face drops and he frowns as he watches her and the guy. “Yeah, lets go man. We will

go to Avery.”

I nod. Avery is another club that we frequent. I’m not staying here and watching this. I snap,

“I’m going to the bathroom. Meet you out the front.”

“Okay, see you in ten,” Thomas replies.