Avoiding Decisions (Avoiding #1.5)(2)

His phone beeped again, and he groaned, wondering when the messages would ever stop.

Can we Skype tonight? I’m really missing you. ;)

Oh, how the wink face wasn’t necessary.

“You busy there?” someone chirped happily.

Jack hastily put his phone away and stared up at the blonde girl with the big tits. Seriously, if her shirt were any lower, he would be able to see her ni**les. Did she expect him to look at her face?

“How can I help you?” Jack asked.

The girl leaned forward on the counter as if he couldn’t already see straight down her shirt.

“I’d like a caramel macchiato with a double shot of espresso and lots of whipped cream,” she said in a seductive tone.

“Sure thing,” Jack replied, turning away from the overly flirtatious girl to make her drink.

“So…what are you doing tonight?” the girl asked.

Jack sighed. In a way, he had expected it. Before this job, he hadn’t known girls could actually be assertive enough to ask him out point-blank like that. He had always been polite about it, but they had never been his type, not that he really had a type. Blonde, blue eyes, nice ass, put together—that was Danielle. He didn’t know if it was a type, but none of the girls who had approached him were ever it.

“Ah, you know, just hanging out with friends,” Jack said with a shrug, trying for nonchalance.

He placed the drink on the counter in front of her as she slid a purple slip of paper toward him.

“Do you see my friend over there?” she asked, nodding her head in the girl’s direction.

Jack glanced over at the girl. Her head was buried in her books like she might never look up again. She was chewing on her bottom lip and pushing a lock of hair behind her ear reflexively before it fell back into her face again.

“She’s coming to this concert tonight.” The blonde pushed the paper into his hands.

Glancing down at it, Jack saw that it was an advertisement for a show at the Theatre. He had never heard of the group, but they were described as an original DJ-rap duo. Not really his thing.

“And?” He was waiting for the kicker.

“You should be there,” the girl said, raising her eyebrows.

He folded the paper. “I’ll think about it.”

“If you’re smart, you’ll show.” She straightened abruptly and took her drink. “Thanks for the coffee.” The girl winked at him before she departed.

That hadn’t gone as expected. Jack was surprised that he had been wrong. Nonetheless, he was glad he didn’t have to turn the blonde girl down. It tended to hurt business.

Jack’s eyes fell to the purple flyer in his hand. He knew he was a sucker for even contemplating the possibility of meeting her. Really, what could he accomplish by following those big brown eyes anywhere? He had been dating Danielle for three years now, and though he kept saying he was going to break up with her, he didn’t really even believe himself.

He took one last look at the girl seated at the table across from him. When he stared her, he felt that same stirring in his body that he’d had when she had been at the counter. He didn’t know what it was. She was hot, but it was more than that. It was just something about her.

Fuck. He was going to that concert.

CHAPTER 2

THAT GIRL

“You want us to go to what?” Seth asked, leaning back in the dingy brown recliner and reaching out for his beer.

“There’s a concert at the Theatre tonight.” Jack ran his hand back through his dark hair as he waited for some smartass comment from his best friend. He knew it was coming.

“Dude, no one goes to the Theatre in the middle of the week unless they’re chasing townie pu**y. I don’t recommend it,” Seth said, wrinkling his nose.

“You’re such an ass**le.” Jack shook his head and plopped down on the couch. “You know that, right?”

“That’s why the ladies love me.” Seth raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re delusional.”

Seth chugged the rest of his beer, set the empty aluminum can on the table, and belched. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled at Jack.

“Seriously, how do the girls resist you?” Jack asked sarcastically.

“Can’t keep them off me.”

Jack hated to admit how true that was. His friend had the weirdest game Jack had ever seen. It was like the less Seth tried, the more girls threw themselves at him. Since they had started college together, Jack couldn’t remember a single time when Seth didn’t have at least two or three girls around the apartment, vying for his attention.

“So, why do you really want to go to the Theatre?” Seth asked, returning his attention to the football game on the screen.

Jack was silent for a minute. It wasn’t that he couldn’t tell Seth about the hot girl he had seen at work. He had told Seth about hundreds of hot girls he’d met while working. He didn’t know why he wanted to hide it, especially after just asking Seth to go to the concert with him. It just…something about this felt different. Why was he making a big deal out of this? After all, it was just a girl, and it was just a concert.

“I was invited.” Jack took out the purple piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it before handing it to Seth.

He looked at it briefly and scoffed. “DJ-rap duo Nick and Neal? Dude, are you serious right now?”