Marissa and I decided to hit up Loft twenty-one or rather Marissa decided for us. Loft Twenty-one is the hottest new club college students went to in throes. I would have preferred hanging at her apartment eating junk food and drawing but Marissa is the queen of party and having a good time. Her boyfriend, Joey is supposed to meet us here. Marissa is on the dance floor shaking her booty with some guy. I hope Joey doesn't cause a scene when he gets here and sees her shaking it with that guy. I'm sitting on a stool at the bar. I ask for a bottled water. The bartender hands me my bottle water. I'm sipping on my water while keeping an eye out for Marissa.



"Really? You're at a club drinking water?" Someone asked. I turn around and look into Wyatt's beautiful brown eyes.



"Don't you know stalking is illegal in all fifty states?" I ask.



"It's a public place cutie pie. Aren't you being a tad presumptuous thinking I'm following you?" He counters.



"Um...hello did you not show up at the same theater we went to last night? You saw the same movie we did. In fact you sat behind me. You didn't think I felt you touch my hair? And now here you are. At the same club I'm in. Coincidence? I think not," I huffed.



"Did you know you're checks turn a different shade of pink the more annoyed you get? It's rather adorable," he says.



"Are you always this annoying or does it come naturally to you?" I playfully ask.



"I'm naturally talented in different areas. If you like I can show you one of my many extraordinary talents," he huskily replies while flexing those mouth-watering biceps of his. I couldn't help myself. I had to laugh.



"Oh my God, add cheesy to your repertoire," I said.



"I like you Rebel. You're cute and funny," He said.



"You don't know me well enough to like me," I replied.



"I know enough to like what I see," he says. "



Oh, really? Tell me Wyatt what do you like?" I ask.



"I like tattooing, tities and beer. I would like to see what you'd look like in red lipstick, stilettos and one of my tattoo's," he whispered in my ear. His words set me on fire. This guy is a smooth criminal. He has mad swag. His smile, those eyes and his damn body has me in flames and my panties soaked.



"Hmmm...you make me wonder. Are you always this persistent or are you yanking my chain?" I asked.



"Life is all about finding people who are your kind of crazy and you Rebel are most definitely my kind of crazy," he murmurs.