I'll Have Both

Who is She?

Derick's POV

This is the second time coming to this bar but this time all I needed was a quick drink to clear my head. As I pulled up to park, some girl just parked in front of me. She got out of her car, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She had on black jeans and a black hoodie. Damn she got ass for days. Her shoulder length hair looked well pressed from what I could see as most of it was covered with the hood. I quickly got out of the car as my intention was to meet with her at the door.

"Thank you." she said as she rushed right in as if to avoid me.

I was taken aback at how soft and timid her voice was.

"Ah, can't sleep again I see? " The bartender said when she saw her.

"I'm tired, Shirl, but that Grey Goose keeps calling me." She responded

"One Grey Goose coming up." The bartender said, chuckling.

"And what can I get you?" She asked me.

I contemplated whether to sit next to her and I did just that. Her annoyance of my actions was evident, but I was not about to back down. I had no idea why I felt the need to pursue her, but the urge was driving me crazy. I wanted her and that's all the convincing my heart needed. That need gave me courage.

"I'll have whatever she is having." I said with a smirk on my face. Why not annoy her further? Let's see how much of a hot head she is.

"Another a**hole." She muttered under her breath. I wasn't offended. That made me realize that she had to fend off guys all the time and I get it. She is fine. Who wouldn't try to get with her?

She took two shots back-to-back. Ok there shorty I see you, I thought to myself.

"Easy there Missy, don't out drink me."

"I'm Derick." And stretched out my hand towards her.

"I don't remember asking." She bellowed even more annoyed than before.

"Feisty." I said with my signature smirk.

"I don't bite Missy, unless you want me to." Which I literally wanted to do if she allowed me.

I guess I pushed her final button because she got up like she was about to charge me and her foot stuck in the stool. She stumbled and fell with her face hitting my chest first. Instead of catching her, I intentionally braced myself for the impact. The moment she touched me I felt an electrical shock all over my skin. I felt my d**k twitch and stiffen in my pants. What was happening to me? Why couldn't I keep my composure?

I started to laugh and that startled her. You could see the embarrassment on her face. I wanted to hug her and tell her it's ok but that would seem awkward and perverted.

"Now you've assaulted me. I won't press charges under one condition." I said, feeling mischievous. Now she has no other choice but to acknowledge me. I didn't want to ask for her number. I'll take my chances and hand her mine instead. With the hope that she would call.

I grabbed a pen and scribbled something on a napkin and handed it to her. Without lifting her head, she grabbed it and bolted out of the bar. I felt awful that she felt bad but hey she took the napkin.

The bartender was throwing daggers at me with her eyes and pointed to the closed sign, so I shrugged my shoulders at her and put my hands in the air to explain my innocence and took my keys and left. I was hoping to meet her outside, but I was sh*t out of luck. Who was this girl and why was I so drawn to her?