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Oh, come on!
What do I have to do to get through to that girl? I thought for sure when I came up to her in between my sets that I was making headway. Sure, she shot back with another zinger, but I was crawling out of the monumental hole I dug myself at the sandwich shop.
I think she smiled. Maybe smile is too strong of a word. Smirk? Wrinkled a lip? Twitched? She reacted in a positive way, albeit a minuscule one. I’ll take what I can get, but then she followed some guy out of the room.
I’ve never been the jealous type. Probably because I’ve never had a serious relationship and someone to get jealous over. And I’m not saying this is a serious relationship, it’s the furthest thing from it, but … who was that dude? Why is she chasing after that guy when there’s a rock star chasing after her?
No. No, I’m not chasing after her.
She just shot me down, multiple times, and I can’t let that mark my record. It’s like a quarterback who throws an interception. You have to shake it off, get your ass back on the field, and score a touchdown.
Yeah, that’s all I’m doing.
Trying to shake it off, I continue to play my set. It doesn’t help that a few minutes later I see Cece walk back into the room, with the guy next to her, and she doesn’t pay any attention to me. They don’t look close, so I can’t tell if this is some kind of date or not. If it is, it’s weird that he looked like he was leaving, and then she went after him. Maybe he’s an ex? That might make more sense, and they are discussing a recent breakup. Or perhaps he’s trying to cross that friend-zone bridge. That could be an option since they don’t look like there’s a connection there. Hopefully he’s in the friend zone.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I going over the options of whether Cece is seeing some random guy or not? Adam bobs his head up and down next to me, the girl he was with on the second floor earlier dancing next to him.
“What are we doing tonight?” I call over to him.
“Georgina said there’s this thing going down over in Westwood.”
“Who?” I quirk an eyebrow. He looks back at me like I’m an idiot, and then points to the redhead next to him. “Oh, right.”
“You might be in the doghouse, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jenny looked pissed when you tried to hit on Cece again.”
Damn it, that’s right.I’ll have to smooth that over. I really didn’t mean to be such a douche like that, but I saw Cece, and I needed to talk to her again. A lot of good that did. Still, it might be a blessing in disguise, even if that is a scummy way of looking at it. I don’t want to be that guy because Jenny was cool in the beginning. But she’s been trying to establish a relationship, and that’s not what I’m looking for with her. I think she’s hoping to be the one that changes my mind.
Still, I don’t want to be a dick and treat her like she’s a piece of meat. Thinking about it, I guess that was a dirtbag move I pulled earlier tonight.
Finally finishing my set, I get to the back to find Adam on the phone, and the redhead—Georgina—gone. Grabbing a bottle of water, I guzzle it down like I usually do, then fall onto the couch. I’m always up for a party, but tonight I feel tired. Maybe it was all the overthinking I was doing with Cece. Damn it, I need to get that girl out of my head. Just because she shot me down, that shouldn’t mean I overanalyze every interaction I’ve had with her and figure out how to get to her.
Maybe what’s gnawing at my brain the most is the fact that she’s unlike every other girl I go out with. Models, actresses, and everything in between. It’s never been a struggle to get a girl’s number. I think that’s why I was looking for Cece after seeing her walk back into the club, hoping she’d pop up one more time and—
No. Not hoping.
“Ugh!” I throw my head back over the couch. “Dude, I’m fried,” I call out. “I think I’m just gonna go back home and crash.”
“Don’t be like that,” Adam hisses. Glancing over at him, I think he’s talking to me for a moment, but see him on the phone. He looks back at me, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “No, it’s not. You know why it’s not. Jules, you knew what this was— Hello?” He lets out a growl, pulling his phone away to inspect the screen, then squeezes it tightly in his palm.
I can’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Uh-oh. Looks like we might be in the same boat tonight. What’s going on?”
He takes a seat next to me, letting out a sigh. He seems … distraught? That might be too powerful a word, but he’s definitely more than annoyed, which is strange. He’s been in his arrangement with Jules for almost three months now. So far, everything has seemed like the perfect setup for him, but tonight’s the first sign of looking like maybe she wants more. That part is normal, what’s strange is Adam so aggravated over it.
Another sigh escapes him. “Jules is just … it’s nothing.”
“She’ll get over it,” I tell him. “You’re a movie star. What does she do?”
He quirks an eyebrow. I haven’t asked a whole lot about her, simply because what’s there to ask? She’s a girl he hooks up with from time to time, and they seemed to have a good thing going for both of them. At least, that’s what it looked like before right now.
