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ALLIE ⋆˚꩜｡
As a self-proclaimed party person (and as a past enjoyer of random party hookups), I have no clue why I'm just downing all the mysterious strong liquor shots in front of me as I sit by the bar table of my own apartment, trying to remember the name of this guy that's blabbering in his pompous accent. I met Mr. Fancy Pants in Hannah's birthday party exactly 5 minutes ago, and he told me his name exactly 3 minutes ago, but I really just can't pin it down in my head.
"Hey, all good there in that pretty head of yours?" the no-name guy says, waving his hands in the air as I immediately get the ick. Shit, shit, shit, I just don't feel anything for anyone anymore, no guy has made me feel butterflies or just a tiny speck of excitement in a very, very long time. I shake my head enthusiastically, confusing Mr. Fancy Pants who has obviously never been rejected in his entire life. Tipsy, I make my way to the dance floor, swaying my head to the beat and dancing vigorously as I contemplate my existential loneliness crisis.
I can't even believe I mentioned that. I'm technically not lonely, I have my supportive roommates and close friends, but I just always felt this void in my life since my last serious relationship. Deep down, I know that Sean and I would've never worked out, we were toxic for each other and slowly resented our relationship. God forbid a woman just wants to be held and caressed after a long day at work. But, I made a promise to myself, to be single and enjoy the freedom and to live life without codependency. It was an important promise to learn to stand strong alone, throughout all the hardships in life.
I dance as if my life depends on it, completely dissolving to the music. The disco ball that Hannah, my roommate was dying to try out suddenly turns on, shining in its total glory. As Jlo's On The Floor blares in my ears, I get dizzy, probably a combination of all the alcohol I've had, with the fact that all I had to eat today was a slice of banana bread. Yet, I keep dancing, or instead forcing myself to dance, as I start to feel weaker and weaker. I try to mask my panic off by closing my eyes, which proves to be a grave mistake, as my vision becomes blurry and soon darkens.
All of a sudden, I feel the cold hard floor surround me. Damn it Allie! Why did you let yourself pass out! Somehow, nobody notices me, especially since everyone is either drunk or high, dancing like crazy. I feel my body tense up, and the pain radiating through my whole body as it comes out of its shock.
As I forcefully open my eyes, I see a silhouette of a man in front of me. I start blinking hard, trying to map out who exactly is the guy in front of me. The blurry figure proceeds to extend his hand, I proceed to curtly smile and accept his hand, which is way larger and calloused than I imagined. In one swift movement, he yanks me up with ease, and as I stand straight, I regain my vision only to see a tall, 6'2 blonde man staring into my soul with his crystal blue eyes. He looks at me with a puzzled look, and we proceed to stare into each other's eyes awkwardly, still holding hands.
"You OK? It's crazy how no one noticed a pretty girl like you sprawled unconcious on the floor! You were probably out for a good 30 seconds before I found you." he finally says, breaking the silence and giving me a huge grin. Goddamn, he has the most mesmerizing blue eyes I've seen in my entire life. I feel like rolling my eyes at myself for even mentioning that as it seems quite obvious that this guy is a player, especially since he seemingly knows every girl at this party, or more like all the girls know him, which is intimidating me.
"All good, it's probably the lack of food." I say, trying to come off as cool as possible, I know I'm lonely, but I won't stoop low just to get some action. I always avoide these men who are such fuckboys like the plague, I think its super creepy they can undress me with their eyes in 30s. Shit. I can see this guy doing it right now!
I probably physically scowl at the thought of it and am greeted back with an annoying smirk.
I exhale.
"Hi, Dean Di-Laurentis" he says, shaking my hand that he held since I fell, I never even registered that we were still physically in contact. Must've been the fall, it probably impacted my brain and senses.
I reel back my hand slowly in shock.
"Allie Hayes, thank you for the help back there." I say as I try to walk away slowly.
Dean scoffs. Which is something I did not expect, our interaction was practically over! What else could he want from me?
"Do you seriously not know who I am?" he says, seemingly mocked at the fact that, after saving me, I'm not throwing myself at him.
"Well, sorry to be blunt, but I really don't know who you are, and have no interest in figuring it out either," I lie. I know who he is; it's just his track record is not quite the best as the infamous ladies guy who just happens to play hockey professionally. Honestly, he seems like a huge player who toys around with everyone's feelings, someone that I definitely should avoid.
"Ouch." he says with a chuckle. The guy's ego is so big that he actually looked slightly insulted by the comment. He proceeds to put his palm to heart, seemingly to signal some sort of heartbreak he is going through, all because I'm not even acknowledging him seriously.
The gesture seemingly moves me, either that or the fall must've damaged my brain for real, as I give him a soft smile with my dark brown eyes gazing him softly.
"Okay Mr. Fancy Name Di-Laurentis, what do you do that makes you so evidently famous with the girls?" I ask.
"I play hockey, rookie with the NY Rangers" he says. He's so confident I really do feel like playing a prank on this man.
"Ice hockey? Or field hockey? Are the NY Rangers a bar league team or what?" I jokingly say.
"Nice try Allie." he says, with a big smile on his face.
Damn, he saw right through my (lame) joke. Maybe he's not so much of a prick after all, most of the other jocks would probably be offended, and think that I'm just a pretty face that knows nothing about sports, but Dean seems smarter than he looks and not that egotistical.
I suddenly wince, the dizziness has come back unexpectedly.
"Does your head still hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?" he asks, his hand holding up 3 fingers.
"Dizzy from the lack of food, but i'm not in excruciating pain, also you're holding up 3 fingers." I say, as he suddenly flips his hand and shows 4 fingers.
"Not quite there," he says with a chuckle.
Annoying.
"Do you want to get out of this party? There's this nice diner around the corner, I'll treat you to some pizza" he asks, putting on his best smile in the process in an attempt to be charming.
"Are you saying that to get into my pants?" I retort. What kind of player guy, whom you just met, offers to buy you pizza without hidden intentions?
"Maybe," he replies, this time with a wider smile than the first.
I let out a little laugh.
"Lead the way, for the record, you won't be getting in my pants, the only time I'll be making love tonight is with the pizza." I say as I drag his arm out of Hannah's party. Sorry Han! I think to myself.
Shit. Have I truly been charmed by Dean? The infamous ladies' guy that tries to fuck anything that moves? As I try to shake the thought, I realised that maybe it's my turn to play with the player. Maybe it's time to let myself go, and start having something casual for once, while making sure that I'll be the first to end it, no matter what.