The music was so loud I could barely hear myself think. I squinted my eyes and looked across the smoky room looking for the group of friends I had arrived with but they were no where to be found. After a few minutes, I gave up and moved toward the back of the house where I had seen a patio. I had to get out of here for a few minutes.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I was jostled around and elbowed so many times I was sure I would be a walking bruise come tomorrow. Finally, I was able to make it out the door and took a deep calming breath of fresh air. "I feel like a linebacker," I thought then laughed at myself as I moved to the railing. Taking another deep breath, I watched the tiny puffs of steam my breathing was making drift off into nothing.
As I stood there I could feel the tension leave my body. I've always hated large groups and for the life me I couldn't figure out what insanity had gotten me to this stupid party. To think I could've stayed at home and read a book or something else. By "something else," I mean watching something racy on satellite and getting myself off. But no… here I am standing on the back deck of some guy's house that I don't even know and having no fun what so ever. I couldn't even leave since I had ridden with my friend Cory.
Looking around, I found the steps leading down into the yard and moved over to sit for a few minutes. It really did feel nice out here. It was just chilly enough to cause goose bumps to cover my arms and a slight shiver to race up my spine but all together this was the type of weather I loved. I glanced around the yard wondering when I was going to be able to get out of here and got lost in thought looking up at the stars.
I don't know how long I sat there when I became aware that someone had come out the door behind me and was talking on a phone. From the tone of the guy's voice I could tell he wasn't at all happy. I turn to glance over my shoulder to find he had his back to me but was between the door and me. I decided he had come out for some quiet to talk and didn't feel right sitting here listening to a private conversation.
I started to get up and head back into the crushing crowd again when his voice became angry. "What the hell do you mean by that? I'm not the one who had trouble staying off my back. Yeah… at least I kept my dick in my pants when you couldn't even keep your legs closed!" At that he hung up the phone, cussing under his breath. He stalked over to the railing close to where I sat frozen and leaned against it while he held the phone loosely between his hands. "Women are such bitches!"
"Yeah, for the most part we can be." I agreed. He turned sharply and stared at me. "I'm sorry I was eavesdropping but there was no way I could get inside without you noticing me and I didn't want to interrupt your call so I just stayed quiet." I gave a small shrug and a smile.
He shook his head and turned away again before looking back at me. "Hell, don't worry about it. Considering how many people are at this party I'm lucky you're the only one who heard that." He said. He was about to say something else when the phone in his hand started ringing again. He lifted it and looked at the caller ID before cussing under his breath. He looked back at me and smiled. "Just my luck, huh? She screws half my friends then wants to talk to me about it."
I felt a pang of pity for him and gave a small shrug. "Turn the ringer off if you don't want to talk to her." I suggested. "Plus it will make her wonder what you're doing when you don't answer." I smiled a little when he grinned at me and turned the phone off.
He took three steps over to where I was and sorta fell on the step beside me. He sent me a glance from the corner of his eye before focusing on the grass in front of him. "So do you really think women are bitches, or were you just agreeing with me to keep from being yelled at by the crazy guy?" He asked.
I could hear the wry humor in his voice and laughed. "Both I guess. I know I can be a bitch when I feel like it, so I guess all women can too. Although I don't think I am like most women because I consider being called 'bitch' a compliment." I turned so I was facing him and leaned against the wall.
"Yeah, if you're telling the truth, then you're different alright. Most women get all pissed off and start cussing you if you call them that. So why do you consider that a compliment and not an insult?" He asked as he turned so he was facing me and raised an eyebrow.
This was the first time I noticed how attractive he was. If you believe in Greek Gods then this guy was beyond a doubt a God come to earth. I fought to pull the air back into my lungs while I stared at his face. He had high chiseled cheekbones, a straight nose with a strong brow and what could be called a stubborn chin. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were but I with the way my luck was they would be blue to go along with the black hair that was brushing his shoulders. All together he was definitely the finest male I had ever seen. How on earth had any woman in her right mind cheated on this guy?
He started laughing and shook his head. "Was the question that hard? Sorry… I don't mean to take my bad mood out on you." He said as he started to get up but I put my hand out to stop him. There was no way I was passing up the chance to talk to this hunk even if he was pissed at all women at this moment.
"I was just lost in thought. Plus, I should be the one saying sorry since I was sitting here staring a hole through you." I gave him slight smirk when he laughed again. "You asked why I was different right?" He nodded and I continued. "Well it has to do with my dad. He has been telling me since I was little that I was breed, born and raised a Bitch and like a fine wine, I just get better at it with age."
