The Chase

Chapter 2

    JASPER

    "Don't count on it! That girl wouldn't look twice at your ugly mug " Boomed Eric as he throws his head back in a fit laughter.

    "No? Wanna put your money where your mouth is?" I challenge.

    "Don't go getting your panties in a bunch. We all know you're a very pretty boy" he says as if he's talking to a small child.

    "That's what I tell myself in the mirror every morning" I say sarcastically knowing I won't be ending the night alone.

    I nurse my drink and run my eyes through the crowd of men where too much cologne and women wearing too little. My eye stop on a blonde standing at the bar. She's leaning on the counter arching her back in an ever so desperate attempt for attention. As if the children size dress on an adult body wasn't enough to catch an eye. I had to admit she did look good.

    "I'm getting a fresh drink. Want anything?" I ask Eric before setting my aim for the blonde again.

    "What are you drinking?" I ask leaning on my arm so my face is close to hers but she still has to tilt her head back to look at me.

    "Whatever your buying big boy..." Her voice resembled nails on a chalk board. Goose bumps form through out my body when I feel her finger running down the buttons of my shirt.

    I wave a hand in the air to flag down the bartender. I already knew what I was going to order before I approached her. Something fruity enough she won’t taste how strong it is and will drink it quickly. All the while she drones on and on telling me her entire life story.

    She is 'single and ready to mingle'. Which is code for she guy hops and may or may not be homeless until she gets under her next living arrangement. I know girls like this. I have dated girls like this. They are cute and entertaining. Sometimes killer in bed but at the end of the day their short term and dramatic.  There's something nice about dating a girl you know isn't serious about anything. I sure as hell didn't need anyone relying on me for the long haul.

    "Hello? Are you even listening to me?" She snapped long red fingernails in my face pulling me from my own thoughts.

    "Yea I was listening." I say contemplating the odds this girl lets me f**k her tonight. She was hot but the amount of baggage she was unloading made her less and less attractive as the conversation progresses.

    I’m about to bail when I feel someone bump into me from behind. When I turn around she isn't even looking at me. Doesn't even notice me staring at her. I watch her order her drinks. Three. Which means one could be for her boyfriend or girlfriend if she swings that way. The thought makes my pants just a bit tighter.

    She wearing a colorful blouse. The strobe lights reflect off the plastic jewels making her stand out. Her long brunette hair flows beautifully and she flips it from one side to the other running her fingers through it. Her skin was smooth and perfect with only a few freckles staining her cheeks and bridge of her nose.

    Before I know what I’m doing I’m waving my hand above her drinks adding them to my tab. This girl deserves to have her drinks paid for a the very least.

    "Thanks but you don't need to do that. I'm not even buying them myself." she says dismissively. Only making me want her more.

    Wait she isn’t paying for her own drinks? Who is buying her drinks?

    "I figured. Beautiful girls shouldn't buy their own drinks." An awkward laugh slips as I try to hide the fact my voice cracked.

    What the f**k?! Of all the charming lines you could of used, that is what you say. Might as well walk away man.

    As I'm thinking of ways to recover from that embarrassing line she looks up at me with big brown eyes and a gorgeous smile plastered across her face. She's much more attractive than the desperate blonde who has already moved on to the next guy that has given her attention.

    Where has this girl been hiding? I've been here for hours and there's no way I would of over looked a body like that. Her posture makes her look shorter and gives off a vibe that people wouldn’t approach. She hasn’t tried to flirt with me or even hold a conversation. She gives off an innocence that I find intriguing.

    I’m looking for the right words to keep her attention. But she mumbles something under her breath and runs from me. Literally runs from me. Never in my life has a women wanted to get away from me so quickly.

    "Well I f****d that up!" I exclaim as I retreat back to my table.

    Eric is laughing before I make it to my seat "Yeah buddy. That looked rough. Better luck next time."

    Eric is only about five years older than me but has been married for about 20 years. Met his wife in high school. She's probably the only girl the poor guys been with. I definitely don’t envy his life style. I couldn’t imagine missing out on the life I have had.

    My mind wanders back to that girl. Her eyes, hair, skin, even her voice felt comforting. I want to know more about her. I want to know why she acted the way she had. She had no business looking at me like that. Leaving me feeling unfulfilled.

    From the corner of my eye I catch her obnoxiously sparkly top headed for the door. Before I know what I’m doing I’ve followed her out the entrance of the club.

    I watch her stand on the curb with her eyes closed taking deep breaths of cool air holding her hair up off of her neck. I can see her more clearly under the street lights. She's wearing hardly any make up, unlike my usual type of company. Not that she needed it. Her skin looks flawless almost luminous under the bright street lights. She bites her lip and focuses on twisting her hair into a messy heap on her head. I was trying to hide in the shadow of the building but not very well because I startled her.

    "Jesus you scared me!" she says and quickly looks back at her phone that has gone dark and is now showing a low battery symbol.

    "I’m Jasper." I say as I try to contain my interest.

    “Hmmm Jasper” She stares at her feet and twirls a strand of hair in her fingers. She continues playing with the lock button on her phone. Had to admit I liked they way my name sounded coming out of her mouth.

    "Where did you park?" She seems drunk I could walk her to her car. Girls love all that gentlemanly romantic bullshit.

    She hesitates before looking up at me. What is wrong with me? Of course she isn't going to get into a car with you. You're a stranger. She's already rejected you once and she probably thinks your a creeper for following her out here.

    She looks at me with a curious look chewing on her lower lip "I..... Uh......No. Yeah I don’t have a car."

    “Alright.” I say dismissively. Maybe it was time for her to chase me a little.

    “W-wait! I ummm” She looks back at her phone and shovels it back into her pocket. “I’m Cecilia.”

    Her words slurred together like her lips and tongue aren’t communicating with each other. She tilts her head to the side crinkles her nose and smiles letting out a giggle I could listen to for hours. It was so infectious I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. 

    “What’s so funny?” I ask curiously.

    “I came here in an Uber and now my phone is dead. So I was actually considering walking. But It’s at least 5 miles that way.” Her words were slow and dragged out as she pointed in one direction and then the other. 

    “Can’t walk if you don’t know where you’re going.” I tease

    “Yeah that would be a good start.” She can’t hide her blush from me thought she tries as she steps closer to the street. Still trying to orient herself.

    “I was actually planning on leaving now anyway. If you want a ride?” Not like she has any other options.

    “I guess I don’t have too much of a choice.” Cecilia steps closer to me and grins “You aren’t like a cereal killer or anything right?”

    “Ehh not tonight.” My sarcasm earns a smile and more laughter from her.

    I pull out my phone and order a ride for us. Only entering my address in the hopes she won’t notice and ends up just come back to my apartment. I wasn’t really ready for the night to end.

    The car arrives faster than expected. I open the passenger back door for her but instead of a polite thank you, she walks around to the drivers side and lets herself in. She likes to feel Independent maybe. Or she just isn’t interested in me.

    “Hi can you drop me off at home first?” I’m a little caught off guard when she gives the driver her address and then settles in as far away from me as she can get. 

    My usual easy going demeanor is cracking. Women fall at my feet and if they didn't, which hasn't happened, it wasn't my problem. But she seems in her own world. Not concerned or remotely interested in me. I feel like i'm back in high school. Nerdy underdeveloped loner, desperate for the attention of the hot cheerleader.

    She is sitting on one side of the back seat looking out the window and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. I can literally feel the space between us. I want to reach across and pull her close to me where she belongs. Belongs? Thi girl is not mine.

    "Why were you leaving alone?" I pry. It’s a fair question. Unless she ordered three drinks for herself, she just left two people behind.

    "Like without someone from the bar? Or like without the people I went with?" Her finders play with a looks sequin on her shirt.

    "Both?" I want to know if this girl has a boyfriend. How far could I push tonight. Who am I kidding really? I don't care if she has a boyfriend.

    "It's not really my scene. We were supposed to be celebrating my birthday but it sorta became more of a pick-up sort of thing." she responds quietly, without looking away from the window.

    "Your birthday huh? Am I allowed to ask how old you are turning?" I ask hoping to ease the tension and make her more comfortable.

    It works he smiles "A lady never tells!"

    She leans in closer to me with our arms touch. I want to kiss her but don’t. If she wanted to kiss me she would. I shouldn’t have to work this hard just for a kiss or to hold a conversation. The laughing stops and she leans against the back of her seat.

    “You’re not so bad Jasper.” Cecilia tilts her head slightly to look at me, biting her bottom lip again. 

    I cant stop myself from pulling her face to mine. Luckily, I'm met by eager lips. Gently swiping her tongue against mine. Her full soft lips suction to mine softly as the kiss becomes more intoxicating. I unclip her seat belt and pull her onto straddle my lap.

    I remove my lips from hers enjoying the whimper she makes from the lose of contact. I suck on her neck lightly nipping at her perfect skin. Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair pulling at the roots. I tug the strap of her tank top and bra off her shoulder continuing to work my way down her shoulder to her collar bone.

    Fuck.. I need more.. Her scent fills my nostrils and I slowly loose control. I want her to want me as much as I want her. She looks down at me with wild eyes, lips swollen from kissing. 

    "I can't. I'm sorry" she say quickly and climbs off me and onto the other side of the car. Rubbing her hands over her face and shaking her head.

    The car comes to a stop. We must of gotten to her place. Without another word she's hopped out of the car and I am left there. Still caught up in what almost happened and disappointed. I ask for the hundredth time, what is wrong with me? Who does she think she is?