A/N: Giant Emmet sizes hugs to those of you who took the time to review my previous effort, Loss of Control. Your supportive words meant the world to me.
This EPOV will be submitted in chapters. I'm battling Carpal Tunnel. Writing in smaller chunks hurts less.
Btw, I'm still without a beta all mistakes are mine. Sorry.
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"I didn't want to take my eyes off the crowd of partying coeds. I couldn't shake the feeling that if I did, I'd miss something, something important. "
"Take that fucker!" My best friend Emmett yells as his last dart hits the circle that would push his score higher than mine. I glared at him as he did his little victory boogie which closely resembled an uncoordinated four year old performing the Chicken Dance at a relatives wedding. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah, whose your daddy, whose your daddy?" He taunted while flapping his wings and hopping around.
"Damn it Em, watch yourself" I laugh when he loses his balance, knocking into me, causing my beer to splash onto my well worn but comfortable as hell Nikes. I shake it off and continue watching his ridiculous display.
"Aw, did beer spwill on Eddie's widdle foot?" He mocked. Still flapping and hopping. He rarely beats me in any games that don't involve a football or air guitar, so I let him have his little dance.
"Jesus Emmett, it was a lousy game of darts not the fucking Super Bowl. Cut it out before someone thinks you're having a seizure and calls 911." My other best friend Jasper laughs. Red faced, grinning and out of breath, Emmet quits his display and takes a large swig of his beer. His mouth is so full his cheeks puff out like a puffer fish and his eyes bulge out. He begins to choke as he swallows the giant mouthful.
"Fuck Emmett." I say slapping him several times on the back. He gasps a few times and bends over to suck in numerous deep breaths. It's difficult not to laugh as Jasper and I watch the big man struggle to regain his breath. I know it's a fucking crappy thing to laugh while my best friend chokes to death, but hey, he brought it on himself. Plus, last week I caught him using my toothbrush to scrub the mud from his running shoes. So yeah, I laughed. Sue me.
I take a break from Em's antics and look around. The bar is loud and crowded. It's a Friday night in a college town and I'm standing in a room full of sweet smelling, soft, warm opportunities with boobs, otherwise known, as coeds.
Jasper and Emmett started racking up the balls for a game of pool. I allow my eyes to covertly dart around the room while I sip my cheap beer. There's no shortage of pretty and willing women here tonight. I spot a long legged blond talking up a dude towards the middle of the room. She's gorgeous but I didn't feel anything. And that's the problem.
I'm tired. Tired of not feeling anything for the women I sleep with, tired of hating myself for not caring if I feel something or not. I'm not a total douche. I make sure the women I'm with have a good time, a really good time. But at the end of our time together I watch them go out the door and don't care if I ever see them again.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a manwhore. I don't look for women to fuck. It's just what happens. It used to happen a lot, but lately I've been more of an observer rather than a participant. In fact it's been a long time. Well, a long time for me anyway. I take another sip of beer. I'm aware of my friends behind me preparing their pool cues for a game of eight ball. I should turn around and be social but something keeps me rooted to the spot.
"Eddie bear, it's your turn. " Emmett croons. I turn towards him; my eyes narrow at the insult. Emmett laughs at my glare, he dances around waving a pool cue in my general direction. Normally I would never let a comment like that go unanswered. But tonight I motion for them to go ahead without me. I don't want to take my eyes off the crowd of partying coeds. I can't shake the feeling that if I did, I'd miss something, something important.
"Dude, are you really gonna just stand there and let that big dancing monkey call you 'Eddie Bear'?" Jasper asks while pointing to Emmett. I turn to look at the aforementioned monkey, only to find him blowing me a kiss. I laugh in spite of myself.
"Don't look now Edward, but it looks like you have an admirer. " Jasper smirks and looks out into the dark bar.
I turn and see her.
I know it sounds fucking clichéd as shit, but it was like the whole room emptied and it was only the two of us. No obnoxious loud music, no smoky haze and no gyrating bodies, just her and me.
She was standing in the middle of the bar just staring at me. I watched her as she slowly raised her eyes. She was checking me out. Not a new concept for me. I don't mean to sound vain but I'm not that bad of a looking guy. I'd been hit on in line for coffee, on the bus, hell, my cousin's best friend tried to lure me into a closet at my grandmother's funeral. I was grieving for fucks sakes! No, this wasn't the first time something like this happened to me. But for whatever reason it felt, different.
Her eyes were moving slowly up my body. As she gazes, I take the opportunity to do my own perusing. Fair is fair, after all. At first glance I don't notice anything exceptional about her. She's about 5ft give or take an inch after removing the six inches of pain she has strapped to her petite feet. Her legs are on the thin side but long and shapely. My eyes leisurely skim up her thighs noticing the tight, short skirt she's wearing.
Again, nothing new there, ninety percent of the women in this place were wearing the same thing. As pretty as she looked in her short skirt I found myself wishing to see her face. Unfortunately, she had it well hidden behind a shiny curtain of mahogany hair.
"What the fuck?" Did I just describe a woman's hair as a mahogany curtain? What the hell is wrong with me? If Emmet had heard that he'd be asking me when my cycle starts or wanting me to carry his wallet in my purse. Still, it looks so shiny and soft. Fuck! I mentally slap myself. "Get it together Cullen. She's just a girl."
The girl continued her slow inspection of my person. I wish she'd hurry the fuck up and finally get to my face so I can see hers. Finally she raises her face. Her eyes are still lowered, hidden from me. What she can't hide is the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the cute little blush that's creeping up the creamy skin of her neck and face. Even in the dim lights of the bar, she can't hide that cute ass blush. When was the last time I saw a woman blush? A fucking long time that's how long. I wonder if that blush covered her whole body. The idea of that tight little body being covered in a warm, rosy flush intrigued me. I want to slowly strip her little skirt and tight shirt off to reveal her soft skin to my roving eyes and fingers. I feel my own skin warm to the thought of skimming my lips and tongue up her long legs to her creamy thighs. "Fuck!" I bet she's wet and tight. The thought of what laid hidden by that short skirt beckoned to me. I want to see, feel and taste every part of her.
Finally, she reaches my face. I can't help but smirk as she clutches a nearby chair for support. "Easy sweetheart, don't fall and hurt yourself. We can't have any fun if you sprain what I'm sure is a cute little ass."
My smirk turns into a smile as her face comes into full view. Wide eyes perched over smooth, high cheek bones stare back at me. I can't see the color but something tells me they're warm and inviting. Her full lips part in silent speech, she quickly turns away and rushes back into the depths of the bar.
I watch stunned as she runs away from me. "Oh, I don't think so baby. You've given me a quick taste but I want the full meal." I ignore my two friends and hurry after her.
Sorry for the short chapter. I can only write so much before both hands go numb. I'm hoping to do better next week.
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