“He’s not a rough diamond—a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic: he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.” — Catherine Earnshaw.
I hadn't seen Niall for two weeks. My step sister, Julie had asked me to move in with her until I found a nice place to live in on my own. I didn’t know what I'd have done if she hadn't spread out her open arms as an invitation for me. I loved her very much, but as much as I enjoyed the seclusion period of drama for over weeks, it was time for me to head outside, and find some ravishing hot one night stand.
Thinking about Alexander still hurt; to the point where I had to drift my mind off him before tears could spill from my eyes. And the fact that he used me to get into Niall's pants made the topic way worse for me to handle. After all, I was human. A living being who felt everything. Maybe even a tad bit more than others did. Right now, I was arguing with my sister for letting me have night out, who was too concerned that I might have another dagger stabbed in my heart without any warning.
“Julie, please. I need to get my mind off it.” I pleaded in calmer tone than I generally used, and her eyes softened. She wrapped her arms around me for a tight embrace, when I gave in, and hugged her back with all my might. I missed her so much.
“Off what? Alexander?” She broke away, silently watching me with her motherly, concerned gaze. Hearing his name sent tremors of emotions through me which I couldn’t comprehend. I looked away, shuffling my feet on the hardwood floor.
“Honey, I just don't wish for you to get hurt.” She tilted her head to the side, to decode what was going on in mind. I shook my head slightly, letting her know that I wasn't annoyed by her worrying about me.
“I know…it’s just.. I don't know, Jules. I need to clear my head and get out for the night. I'll be okay, I promise.” Forcing a smile at her, I watched her breath out a deep sigh.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” She held me by her fingers which were wrapped around both of my elbows, when I nodded, flashing her a genuine smile. “I’ll be okay. And if I'm not, I know who to call.” She giggled at my comment, kissing the top of my forehead, and watched me bid her goodbye, before stepping out of her apartment.
I had talked with the swimming coach about the practice timings, which I had readjusted for myself. I just couldn’t bear to be in the trials where Roulette would be in. I needed to be logical, and to be able to keep my head straight. The closer he got to me, the crazier I went. Guess it wasn’t just physical attraction that I had for him. Had it been so, I wouldn’t have had been a crying mess which only Julie could console. The guy I wanted, wanted someone else.
Ironical, wasn't it? That I was the victim of this merciless triangle after all these years of being a blatant fuckboy? Guess what people said was true. Karma did exist and I couldn’t blame it for coming for my ass. My mother used to send me quite some amount of money every month, so I could afford to spend a quarter of that on drinks tonight. Before I realized where I was headed to, I found myself in a bar.
Twirling the bar stool right and left, I took a huge swig of the tequila in the shot glass, before putting it down on the counter top, asking for a much needed refill. The bartender pitifully smiled at me, reaching for the bottle of liquor that was beside him. He tipped the mouth of the bottle down, pouring the drink in my glass before sliding it in my direction.
“Hello.” A disembodied voice called out to me, when the speaker took a barstool beside mine, sitting himself. His soft beach blonde hair was styled gently, his navy blue eyes gazing at mine for a reply. I looked at the handsome stranger up and down, deeming him perfect for someone I wanted to spend the night with.
“Tobias. You are?” I clutched the shot glass before gulping that off in one go. Smacking my lips because of the erotic burning sensation in the back of my throat, I gazed him with lust filled eyes, as he let out a soft chuckle.
“Stefan.” He said, turning his head in my direction to elicit a reaction. I repeated the name huskily, feeling the taste of it on the tip of my tongue. He let out another hearty chuckle at my blunt move of flirting, ordering a jack and coke for himself.
“Oh? Have you already found another lapdog, Tobias?”