We walk through the crowds, my eyes falling on John, and I feel myself relax slightly. He is standing with someone, no doubt another student from the university. "Look, John is there. Who is that with him?" Beatrice looks at them and then walks ahead. I watch as she reaches them, her arms wrapping around the guy in a tight embrace before she steps back.
He is taller than all of us, maybe around 6 ft 3? My eyes catch the artwork on his arms. I am walking towards them but feel like I am going slow while staring at him. Why do I feel such a pull towards this guy I don't even know?
My heart is racing, and I feel like there is a magnet drawing me to him, my hair standing up. I watch as Beatrice's hand rubs against him, just like Beatrice would with any hot guy. Reaching them, he turns, and I am frozen. Wow, I can't stop myself from staring. Who is he?
"You must be Lisa. Happy birthday." My eyes look up to his before scanning across his body. He is big, muscle-wise big. The artwork doesn't stop on his arms. I can see it on his neck as well. His smile is soft and gentle. Why do I feel the urge to touch him? Why the hell do his tattoos make me so weak?
I try to smile as my eyes take him in, in all his godlike beauty, his tattoos, beard, everything. "Hi." Is that all I can think of? Hi, and it was a weak hi as well. I should be more like Beatrice, confident and rubbing his arm to make it known I am interested.
"Lisa, this is Sean. My brother." I look at John, his eyes looking between us. Is he annoyed? Wait, John? His brother? The difference is massive, Sean's height for one. His hair and even eyes are a different colour. Why is my hair standing up? I feel like I just walked into a freezer.
"Oh, hey, and thank you." Finally, words exist within my mouth. I must look like a right fool, but something about him makes me want him. It is making me nervous, and I haven't felt this way in ages. He makes me feel safe. How? I want to touch him; my eyes look at Beatrice, and I see it on her face as well. In that case, I have no chance, no chance at all, if she is interested. I don't stand a chance. So I will give up the fight before it even starts. She wins. She gets him. I will just wait for tonight to end.
"Well, let's get a drink first. Tonight you are dancing, Lisa." Georgina drags me to the bar. Sean stood watching us as we walked off. No doubt watching Beatrice, not me.
Beatrice turns and smiles at me. "Wow! Who would have thought John's brother would be so hot? I mean, yeah, okay, John isn't bad, but wow, the difference." She is smiling far too much. I certainly have no chance. Not even in hell would I have a chance?
"He is. Good luck." I give in, just like that. I know that I won't win, and I won't fight for a guy either, and clearly, I am not ready. The fact is, I don't get why women fight over a guy. I don't understand how a guy can cheat, and instead of being angry at the guy, the women fight over him. Like he is a perfect man. I, for one, won't fight to win a guy.
Grabbing our drinks, we walk back to John and Sean. We walk to a table and sit. I start drinking. I feel so out of place here. Like I am in a place full of people who know each other, and I know no one. On the plus side, there is booze, so I will stay for a few hours and then go home. No doubt Beatrice and John will be here all night.
"Come dance." Beatrice grabs me. Her hands are pulling me up. I so hate dancing. Standing with her, I dance. I feel out of place and watch as random guys crowd around us. I seriously don't like this, and I feel like I have no space to breathe. I feel unsafe and like I want to run.
The song finishes, so I make a run for it, sitting back down at the table. I see John and Sean standing near the dance floor. I watch as John walks onto it before beginning to dance. Beatrice is grabbing Sean and pulling him onto the dance floor. Her body is all over his. Her hands are grabbing him and stroking his body.
I do feel sorry for him, yet at the same time, I am laughing inside. I feel for any guy who agrees to dance with Beatrice. She is not subtle. If she likes you and you're dancing with her, you will know and not be able to escape easily.
My hand reaches into my bag, taking out the phone. I look at it. It is nearly twelve. Time passes quickly when you want to go home, apparently, but at least I can leave soon. I look around me, considering it. I will give it another hour. I need to be at work tomorrow, so I can't stay too late. I need my job too much to call in sick.
Watching them dance, I see Sean make a slip and escape Beatrice. I watch as she briefly looks for him, but she quickly quits. I sit wondering where he has gone. Beatrice is starting to dance with another guy. I admire her confidence and the ability to make it known she likes someone.
"Hey." Crap! Jumping, I turn, and there he is, standing behind me. He walks around and sits near me, covered in sweat.
"I see Beatrice is testing your dance skills." Laughing at him, I shake my head. He looks worn out. It doesn't look like he has met someone like Beatrice before, who clutches on for life.
"That was her testing my dance skills? I would hate to see her trying it on with a guy." He laughs, sitting back, his eyes glancing towards where she is dancing. "She is feisty, isn't she?"
I smile at him. That's all she is. His head begins shaking as he watches her dancing with another guy. "Yes, that is Beatrice for you. You didn't seem to be doing too bad with your dancing, let's be honest."
He looks at me like I have lost my mind while laughing. "I was hoping I would fall over or pass out. Anything just to escape her. She isn't easy to slip away from, is she?"
I laugh, shaking my head. I have to agree; she isn't at all. That said, though, she is impressive, and he is lucky. "When she finds someone or something she likes. She doesn't tend to let go or let it slip between her fingers. So you should be glad. The way she danced with you—that was her showing just how interested she is." He looks at me, shocked, then back to where Beatrice is.
I watch as he shakes his head. "Not my type, not at all. Anyway, enough of her. It is your birthday; Liam was saying you're studying business and accounting?" He is looking at me like he is interested in what I have to say. How is that even possible when he can easily have Beatrice? I won't be ignorant; however, he is being polite.
"Yes, I am. I want to eventually start my own business, but what, though? I don't know. It would be good to have accounting as well to cut down costs and stuff, you know." I smile at him. He is the first guy other than John. I feel safe around, not like I need to run.
Maybe it is just because he is John's brother? Something about him makes me relax. Okay, everything about him makes me relax. "That is good. I run my own business. They are a lot of work, but you know they are worth it in the end. Something that you can pass on to the younger generations." His words make sense.
I agree with that, but I also had no idea he owned businesses. John didn't say that.
"Ah, right, I always thought you were in the navy, or was John trying to big up his brother before we met him?" I laugh. It is something John would do. A way to get attention and draw women in. He did say Sean was in the Navy. His little lies always seem to benefit him.
"No, he wasn't lying. I am in the Navy. I am home now, more than likely to stay. I don't think I will have any missions to do anymore." He looks at me smiling, so he is in the Navy then. I want to ask why he won't be doing missions anymore, but I know it will be rude.
"That will explain why we have not met you the whole time we have known John then." I haven't seen any of his family at all. Then again, John has not met any of my family. I mean, there is only my dad and stepmom, but still, he hasn't met them.
"Yeah. While he is my brother and we're close, we're not that close. There is a lot he doesn't know about me and my life, which is how I like to keep it." I wonder why. Then again, I know John, and he can be a child at times. So I suspect certain aspects of Sean's life need adults. Not children. John can be very childish, so no doubt with anything to do with the Navy, Sean leaves him out.
"So why don't you think that you will be going on any more missions?" I look at him. That was a mistake. I feel like it was maybe too personal to ask. He is debating if he should tell me or not.
"I have been doing it now for over ten years. I could stop any time I want, and I feel now is the right time. Somehow though, I always feel pulled back in. Honestly, I think it is time to say goodbye to that part of my life now." He smiles at me. He seems genuine, caring, and kind. It amazes me that he is still sitting here with me rather than with Beatrice.
