Torn (Torn Series) Page 0,27

sat in silence as Drake made his way back to the table. I couldn't help but to notice how well he looked in his fitted black t-shirt and distressed jeans that hung low on his hips. There was no denying the boy had a body and I found myself thinking yet again about how he would look with his shirt off.

I shrugged the thought off, knowing that probably every girl here was wondering the same thing, or in some cases, not having to wonder at all. I'd seen him start to leave with the blonde after all, and as sexy as he was, he had to be getting some on a regular basis.

He finally made it to the table and set our beers down in front of us. "Here ya go guys. So I can see you two were in deep conversation over here, don’t let me being here stop you."

Jade and I both laughed, knowing neither of us had said a word to each other while he was gone. It wasn’t her fault really, I was always so shy around new people and I never knew what to say.

Jade started talking to him about some show they were doing in a couple weeks and they were deep in conversation before too long, completely ignoring me. As I sat there watching them talk so freely, I suddenly felt out of place. I looked around the room trying to distract myself and noticed a rest room sign across the room. I stood, excusing myself and hurried across the room and into the bathroom.

I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the mirror above it. With no makeup and in my old University sweatshirt and torn jeans, I looked completely out of place here. All the other women in the bar had dressed to impress and I had no clue how Drake had even noticed me with a room full of them.

I sighed, wondering why Drake had asked me to sit with him, and then had completely ignored me. If this was some kind of game to him, I had no intention of playing. I knew I had developed an attraction to him as soon as I saw him, and it had grown stronger over the week as I talked with him, but I wasn't about to put myself out there to get hurt if all I was to him was just a game.

I left the bathroom and started walking back to the table. As I walked by the bar some guy caught my arm.

I stopped and looked at him questioningly, "Yes? Can I help you with something?"

He smiled at me, "I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink?"

I started to decline, but decided why not. "Uh, sure but only one, I’ve got to drive home in a few."

I sat down at the bar and ordered a Coke and Rum.

The guy looked at me surprised, "Wow, most girls go for the girly drinks."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm not most girls."

He grinned at me as the bartender set my drink in front of me.

"Obviously not. I'm Nick by the way."

"Chloe, nice to meet you Nick."

I took a sip of my drink and winced a little as it burned its way down my throat. I didn't know why I had suddenly gotten so upset over Drake ignoring me, and something strong would take the edge off. Nick and I sat and talked for a while, mainly about my school, my soon to be new job, and just random things. He had informed me he had recently graduated from college and was working at a local advertising agency as their accountant. I was impressed that he had already landed such a great job so soon after graduating.

As we talked he ordered me another drink, then another. The first two I was ok with, but the third one made me nervous. I did have to drive after all, and I told him so.

"I forgot about that, I’m really sorry. But you've already had two, and I'm sure they will catch up to you soon, so you might as well enjoy this one too. I'll pay for a cab for you, that way you're safe."

He seemed genuine so I nodded, “Alright, that sounds reasonable, but I'm not drinking anymore after this one."

The other two, and my beer before, were already starting to make me feel dizzy, and even though Nick seemed like a nice guy, I was not about to get stupid