2. Life of the Party
By now over half the guys have tried to pick me up. Same thing every time.
I'm sitting at the bar scanning the crowd. I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Calum!" I hug him tightly. He may be my twin but I hardly see him. We don't really have a good family.
"What are you doing here? What are you drinking? Why are so many people staring at you? Why aren't you answering my questions?"
"Jeez, Cal just chill. I go here every week. This is called water, maybe you've heard of it before. Why are people staring? Have you seen me? I'm fricken gorgeous." He rolls his eyes.
We chat for another 10 minutes or so. He keeps glancing back at someone.
"You wanna play a game?" I raise my eyebrows at him and give a small nod. A huge grin spreads across his face.
"Alright here are the rules. I point to a random good looking guy and you go and make out with him. Then you can do the same, but I will be going with a girl. Got it Cam?" I nod my head kinda nervous. I don't know why I agreed to this.
Then he points.
It's toward a tall blonde guy with a quiff. I walk over there looking around first. He is staring at me with a small smile. When I reach his group of friends which consist of two other guys, I wink at the guy with curly hair. He was a lot cuter than blondie. He has a huge grin with dimples that resemble craters. My eyes linger for a second longer before I turn back to the blonde.
He is watching me precisely. I wrap one hand around his neck and press my lips against his. He kisses me back and I feel a connection, but it's faint. After 10 seconds I stop to breathe.
"What's your name?"
"Luke. What's yours?
A small smile dances on my lips. "Trouble."