The music inside was too loud to hear myself think. A smoke break before finding Fallon was in order. She looked good in that dress she wore, and it pissed me off with how she brushed me off. I shrugged off the thought in the brisk night air out back where I found a secluded spot to light up. The smell overpowered the stench of beer and sweat, calming my nerves like it always did.

What was it about her? Those innocent eyes? The way her lips wanted mine even though she denied it? Whatever it was, I liked it and I wanted her.

Speak of the devil, I thought, hearing her voice nearby. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to eavesdrop. Leaning closer, her voice became clearer.

“I...are you asking me to be your girlfriend officially?” She didn’t sound sure of herself, which meant there was room for me in her life. Hell, maybe she’d turn him down because I’d already weaseled my way into her brain.

She was really something, though. She had a baseball star and a football player paying attention to her all in the same week and struggled to make a decision. I was so intrigued by her, and it pissed me off that I couldn’t get a read on the girl.

They said something else I couldn’t make out from their hushed tones, but he didn’t sound like he was too enthusiastic about it. Did she reject him?

“Why don’t we go back to your place to hangout?” He asked. Doesn’t sound like a rejection to me.

Well, that was frustrating. I moved slightly to see if I could get a visual on them. I was already eavesdropping, so I figured staring wasn’t any worse. I could hear Reaper, egging me on in the back of my mind. The fucker would probably be jerking off to this shit.

In view, his mouth was on hers and she took the kiss with more want than she led on. No hesitation like she had with me. Challenge accepted, Blondie.

I was done watching. I finished my cigarette and crushed it under my boot.

Maybe I wasn’t done because I ended up in our neighborhood, sitting on my porch wanting to catch her coming home. If she ever did. The night was quiet, except for the occasional car passing or music from farther away. I leaned back in my chair and lit up a cigarette, letting my thoughts drift to more important matters.