He walked into the tent like he owned the place, and I couldn't believe that I couldn't shake the guy.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? I found you at last,” he chuckled as he said it.
“What are you doing here, Je
t? I wouldn't expect you to find you out at an art walk.”
“Well, I figured you would be here, and I wanted to see you.”
I looked over at Brenda, whose mouth was awkwardly dangling on the ground. We artists weren't use to incredibly hot guys visiting our art tents. I nudged her arm so she could get a handle on herself.
There was no doubt about it, Jet was insanely good-looking. Most girls would swoon over that black hair and brown eyes, not to mention the body of a Greek god. The problem for me, however, was every time I looked at him, I was reminded of my boyfriend, and all he had done to me. I was not over the pain of finding out he cheated on me, and chose my best friend to do it with. How could I trust another man after that, especially one as smooth as Jet? He was used to getting whatever he wanted from women. How was I any different? I had to assume I would be used and abused, just like the rest of them.
I continued to sip my coffee while he looked at me for some sign of affection.
“What do you want, Jet?”
“A date, one date.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“You promised me, though.”
I snorted. “Oh is that what that sounded like to you? Do you know what a promise actually is?”
“You are such a hardass. I can't get through to you no matter what.”
“That's the truth.”
He smiled. “Well, why the hell is that?”
“Too many reasons to list.”
“There was this guy ...” Brenda chirped up.
“Brenda!” I yelled.
Jet laughed. “Come on, you can't be blaming me for whatever some guy did to you in the past. It's too cliché.”
I felt my blood pressure rise. “I'm not blaming you for anything. I just don't like you, and I'm entitled to my opinion.”
“Damn. Why are you so cold? I'm actually a fun guy to hang around with. You know how to have fun, don't you?”
“I do!” Brenda chimed in once again. Both Jet and I turned to stare at her, and as she blushed, I smirked.
“Thank you for that, Brenda.”
“See, Brenda likes fun. I'm sure if you tried it too, you would also find that it's kind of fun.”
My coffee was getting cold, and I was growing bored with our conversation.
“So, what do you say?”
“I don't want to hang out with you, Jet.”
Instead of leaving with his tail between his legs, he started to browse my artwork. I just shook my head in disbelief. He seemed to actually be looking at my pictures with interest. He studied each and every one, and it started to make me a little uncomfortable. He got real up close and personal with them, and it made me wonder what his game really was.
“Where do you get your inspiration from? These are amazing.”