Find Me Alastar

“Oh.” I smile, hoping he has been talking about me. There is only one way this guy would know who I

am. Alastar was talking about me to him. I bite my bottom lip to hide my over the top smile.

Oh, this is fabulous news.

“This one?” Brielle yells. “This one!”

A dark haired girl walks past and Hank steps forward. “Hello,” Hank says nervously.

Brielle and I hold our breath as we wait for her reaction.

Thomas frowns in question at our shenanigans.

“Hello.” The girl smiles at Hank and they begin to talk.

Brielle leans over and in an I have had way too much to drink voice she slurs at Thomas. “We are

trying to get our friend laid, you see.”

Thomas’s eyes light up. “Please.” He holds his hand out. “Feel free to work on me, too. I could handle

two hot girls approaching other hot girls on my behalf.”

We all laugh.

“I bet you could.” Brielle smirks, pointing her cocktail glass at him. “Although, I don’t think you

would need any help.”

Thomas gives Brielle a sexy smile and I drop my head to hide my smirk. He’s more classically good

looking than his brother, but not half as gorgeous.

He has that same deep permeating voice of Alastar’s and that damn accent is an audible orgasm.

“Where is Alastar?” I ask.

He frowns. “How do you know his name?”

“He told me.”

He purses his lips as if thinking.

I frown. “Why?”

He shrugs and swigs his beer. “He doesn’t usually tell people his real name.”

I smile broadly and my eyes hold his. “He just text me, actually,” I reply.

He frowns. “What?’

I smile proudly and hold up the phone in my hot little hand. “Yep.”

He narrows his eyes. “What did he say?”

I smile bashfully. “Nothing. Not really.” Why did I just tell him that? I sounded like a gloating five-

year-old.

“Tell me.” He smiles into his glass.

Oh God. “I just text him and he replied. Nothing exciting.”

“You text each other?” He raises an eyebrow in question.

Hank comes back over and interrupts us. “Okay, we are going to dance in a minute.” He stammers.”

“Great news.” Brielle smiles.

Hank shakes his head. “No, it’s not great. Have you seen me dance?”

Our faces drop. Oh shit, we didn’t think of that.

Thomas sees something over my shoulder and waves. “I will catch you guys later.”

“See you.” I smile and he disappears through the crowd.

Night made. Alastar showed his brother who I am.

It’s Thursday and I sit at my desk as I stare into space and get my things ready for lunch. Every night, for a

week, I have text Alastar goodnight and every night, for a week, he has replied. I do wonder if I didn’t

text him first would he have ever text me? I doubt it, to be honest. The longer I sit on this, the longer I feel

that maybe this attraction is all in my head. I mean, if he was really keen, wouldn’t he be ringing me and

asking to see me? I have decided I am not texting him tonight. I want to see if he is going to text me

without prompting.

Why am I obsessing over this stupid guy? Ugh, I hate this. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to

steer my thoughts away from the Irish god.

Get out of my head.

I pack my notepad and pencil into my bag and head to the park, my favorite new lunch spot. This story

that has come to me is giving me hours of entertainment and I am actually starting to believe that maybe I

could give this author gig a go. I have named my characters Henry and Elizabeth. I had to give them

names, and although these are not the most romantic, I kind of like them. You never know what could

happen down the track and it is keeping my mind occupied while Brielle and the others all study andCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

work. I seem to have gotten creative since I moved here and have even bought a drawing pad and pencils

so I can sketch random things. I don’t know why. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I figure that

maybe now I am not under the restrictions of what is expected from me, I can experiment as much as I

want.