Page 49 of Learning to Love

1. Hit on all the ladies. #Playas

2. Goof around, like usual. #Dumbasses

3. Pay attention to everything and everyone while not looking like you're paying attention to everything and everyone. #Shaggy #Scooby

Georgia and Jake

1. Dance

2. Drink

3. And be merry!

#SoInLove #YallMakeMeSick

Dallas and Sasha

1. Play pool #KickHisAssSasha

2. Engage in a "fake" fight as a last resort. #BeatHisAssSasha

Axel

1. Be a sexy motherfucker!

#HellYeah #DamnHeFine

The plan is to keep our eyes on Benji at all times. We are in different parts of the bar for that very reason. The security cameras do not cover every area, so we may have to follow him and film him with our phones. Axel is recording on his laptop what's happening right now.

I’m hoping we won't have to take out our phones and be too obvious, and Axel will be able to record a high quality drug deal video. If we have to film him ourselves, then Sasha and Dallas will get into a fake argument to draw attention away from the one making their directorial debut. If everything goes according to plan, Benji, won't know what hit him.

We make it inside, and I'm blown away by how beautiful yet simplistic the decorations are. They have old movie posters on the walls near the entrance like "Smoky and the Bandit" and "Coyote Ugly." A mechanical bull is in the middle of the first floor. Collectible Budweiser signs, WWII propaganda, and Chevrolet memorabilia are sporadically placed on the other walls.

Sasha and I go to the restroom quickly to freshen up and hurry back to our guys, just like we always do. Nothing can seem out of the ordinary. I saw Janet for a split second and rolled my eyes at her. Like, I said, nothing can seem different.

Jake takes my hand and leads me out to the dance floor. He twirls me around the dark wooden dance floor like a dream. We're having so much fun, and I almost forget about Benji. Almost! Then I see him looking at us with an evil glint in his eyes. I go back to playing my part and focusing on the task at hand.

Axel comes through our earpieces. "Georgia, that boy is in love with you! Seriously, creepy as fuck! Jaxon and Hector, he's on the move, he'll be on your side of the bar in 3...2...1."

Jake growls, he can’t stand the way Benji looks at me. Hell, get in line. I can’t stand it either. I try to look over the heads of the growing crowd, but I’m too short to see him now. The place is packed. Feeling the tension rise, Jake kisses me on my forehead. "It's okay, baby. Let's have fun until we're up again."

Jake takes out his fake ID and grabs us both a drink. Me a cocktail and him a Corona. We wait in line to throw darts. "I have never played this before. Have you?"

Jake grins. "Only every other day and twice on Sundays."

I kick him in the shin. "Liar!"

"Ouch!" He laughs.

When it's finally our turn, Jake teaches me how to hold my wrist. "Loosen your wrist and throw it. If you're too tense, you'll overthrow, and you won't hit the bullseye."

Does he even know me? My uptight is uptight. I don't relax, well, unless Jake has given me an orgasm. How am I supposed to loosen my wrist? I laugh as the dart goes sailing through the air and barely sticks to the board. I shrug at him, and he laughs.

"I never said I was good at sports, The Jake Ryan."

"Is that so?"

"It is very much so." I pinch his cheek. I touch my earbud and wait for the beep so that I can ask my question and know everyone else will hear me. "Where's our Asshat?"