Chapter Two

Brewer

“What the hell do you imply, you couldn’t discover her?” I roar, throwing my helmet in opposition to my locker.

The usher, Duncan, Dumbass… regardless of the hell his title is, simply shrugs. “Seat’s empty. She should’ve left early to beat the group. Sorry, man.”

“Dude, chill the fuck out. We’ve received tomorrow off. Let’s exit, drink to the win, and I assure, we’ll discover ya one other redhead,” Lance laughs, punching me within the arm.

“No matter,” I grumble and end getting dressed. Often, I’d be joyful to have an off-day after profitable at house, greater than able to hit the golf equipment with my wingman, or I his, however Lance didn’t see her.

She was… completely different. I’m not fairly positive why, however rattling, I’m optimistic she was— standing out in a crowd of 1000’s just like the brightest star within the sky, smacking me within the face with prompt, magnetic attraction. Attractive; lengthy, darkish purple hair, button nostril, fuck-me lips, and the largest brown eyes, stuffed with curious vitality.

And she or he received away.

The one one to ever not come to me, cling, not to mention escape… even once I despatched what’s his title to get her! One thing I’ve by no means carried out. Fucking figures.

“You prepared?” Lance busts up my ideas.

“Nearly.”

“You gonna be alright there, titsack? Give up crying, come on, and I promise, I’ll discover you two redheads. If not, I’ll purchase you a blow-up doll. Or a pocket pussy. Your alternative.”

“Let me ask you one thing. Your dick lengthy sufficient to achieve your asshole?”

“After which some,” he cocks off, grabbing his crotch.

“Good. Then go fuck your self.”

****

“How about her?”

“For the tenth time, no.” I down the remainder of my beer. “And stop pointing, jackass. I’m not trying to attract plenty of consideration our method. I simply wish to calm down, take pleasure in a drink or two, and go house.”

“And I’m not trying to go house alone, so knock it the hell off already. Severely man, what’s up with you tonight? There are scorching chicks within the stands each recreation. Hell, there are scorching chicks swarming this place proper now. Why’re you so bent over one honey you bought a five-second have a look at, whereas roughing up Jenkins? She most likely had like twelve moles you simply didn’t see.”

She didn’t have any moles, however nonetheless… good fucking query.

Perhaps Jenkins slammed my head in opposition to the glass tougher than I believed, and regardless of my helmet, I’ve received a concussion. Which implies, Lance may have a degree… which might even be a primary. I did solely get a quick have a look at her, and was, in reality, a tad distracted by my opponent attempting to pummel me to demise, however… no method in hell I imagined our ‘interplay.’ Or missed a menagerie of moles. And she or he positively held up her dainty hand at my non-verbal request, telling me precisely what I wished to know— no ring. Not engaged or married. I’ve by no means puzzled it about one other girl within the crowd, not to mention held a silent dialog to ask them. Which she understood and answered.

No, fuck Lance—I’m not concussed or imagining issues. She and I had a… a one thing; regardless of the hell you’d name it. And that one thing lasted lengthy sufficient that I did get look, a extremely good look, at her. As a result of even now, I can image her heart-shaped face, pink cheeks, huge brown eyes, and barely parted, full lips. She was beautiful… and much from a run-of-the-mill puck bunny.

“Yo, lover boy,” Lance barks and snaps his fingers proper in entrance of my face. “Incoming. Don’t fuck it up for me. Except, after all, I sign.”

I shake my head on the schmuck and wave the waitress over; I’m gonna want one other beer. “Because you’ve by no means used it, gonna want you to remind me what this rattling sign of yours is.”

“Scratching my nostril. Rattling, you suck at wingman. Now shut up; right here they arrive.”

Then once more, perhaps I’ve a type of slight, “strolling concussions,” ‘trigger a random thought hits me from out of nowhere. How cool wouldn’t it be if I regarded up, and by some movie-reel serendipity shit, it simply so occurred to be my thriller redhead standing there?

Very Fucking Cool.

However… not what occurs.

Sadly, that is actual life… not like the tits on both of the over-smiling, underdressed girls standing method too shut once I concede and take a half-hearted have a look at them.

“Women,” Lance greets them with beneficiant good thing about the doubt and stands, pulling out a chair for every, nodding towards the blonde to let me know that’s the one he desires. No worries there, bud. You possibly can have them each. “Let me get you beauties some refills. What’re you consuming?”

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