To Love and Avenge

chapter 4

As we entered the bar, I wanted to run back out. With the loud music pounding at my eardrums painfully. Allen never once lost his grip on my wrist after we got out of the car as if I was his prisoner and if he did so, I would run back out.

He was now talking endlessly while he headed and dragged me to an empty table in the right-back part of the room.

Annoyed by him, I chose not to interact with his ‘about us words’ referring to Sheila. Until he notices my not-so-interested mood towards him.

“Any problem?” he asked curiously, furrowing his brows. I frown.

“Well, first and foremost, I don’t like it out here. Secondly, I was not done with my newly brewed black coffee when you dragged the hell out of me, which is why I’m kind of pissed. Wanna know the third?” inching my brows with lips pressed together in a thin line showing him how ungrateful I am.

“Yes please?” he said, smirking. Not minding my growing annoyance.

“It makes me bored, and it’s killing me!”

“First, I think I won’t argue with you about you not wanting to be here, but sister, you must at least try. Second, you could replace it with a new one. You will always have your coffee anyway, and thirdly--”

“You’re way too annoying,” I cut him off. Uninterested in some of his answers, I hit him on his shoulder. That made him laugh more and I giggled at his response. I always love the way we get with each other from his being an easy-go-lucky person, which makes him very comfortable to be around with, while Daven, on the other hand, is lovable in his very way, he is way more serious and protective, the feeling of security when I'm around him. He is someone not to be missed or you will face his wrath.

DAUIS POV

As I watched the two from afar, I felt such unease. How come Allen brought another woman here and seemed to be flirting with each other, when, in fact, he is now engaged to be married to Shiela? Yes, the moment she entered there, she immediately caught my attention. Which is unusual for me. I looked at how she moved and her appearance, with those tanks and shorts that mostly revealed her perfectly shaped legs that were quite off to be a bar outfit. She seemed to be not in a bar mode. But who cares anyway? Everyone can wear anything they want, but this woman is different. She also wears a fluffy pair of sleepers (the one used for bedrooms) and she could not care less. It finds me interested in some way. While deep in thought about assisting her physique, I was disgusted at the sight she had with Allen. I never realized that a friend beside me was mockingly laughing at me like an i***t.

“Beautiful isn’t she?” he said near my ear.

“What d’you think?” I smirked.

“Intoxicating beauty, alluring, domineering, and I guess above those is the word deadly.” emphasizing the word deadly.

“So I guess you already assessed her more than I do?” I said, shifting my eyes to him, not happy about the idea that somebody else had been ogling her. I lifted my drink and gulped it directly bottomless. Surprised by how I reacted, I wanted to smack my head, the feeling of jealousy.

I glance back at them, only to find Allen departing his seat.

“Hey Trist, wanna bet?” I elbowed him to get his attention back.

“What?” Narrowing his eyes on me.

“I was asking if you wanted to bet. She will be hooked tonight,” I said and winked.

“Of course not. I’m not getting in the way. I’m not barging on Allen’s, I’ve seen his lion side, so it’s a no”, shaking his head and motioning his hands furiously. Absorbing his words, would it give me a second thought about getting into the woman? But Allen already has a fiancee, maybe she’s just a fling or something like that. Maybe, Allen, we’re not selfish enough to take her to him solely.

“I’m not a womanizer for nothing”. Wow! I’m using the word that I once hated. The word has been attached to me lately. I don’t know, maybe due to women I get laid on lately or my being a catch for them. But who cares about that now? I will do everything to get into her.

“Hey, count me in” Darius, my brother said, as he approached in our direction.

“So, who is it? What am I missing?” he continued. I don’t know where he came from, but usually, he comes with Sheila since they have the same field of work. And speaking of Sheila, I’m confused about the whereabouts of Allen. Maybe they left the woman since Sheila is coming? Oh, this is trouble.

“Where is Sheila? Are you with her?” I asked, not minding his question. He simply nods, with no interest in it. He is more drawn to the bet I was saying. What a piece of luck, so Allen was with Sheila now, when luck is on your side--- I thought. Nodding at myself.

“So, what now? Are we still on the bet? Who’s the unlucky girl?” Leaning on the couch, and positioning himself comfortably with one leg over the other, is a hint that his interest is in me and this betting thing. Twirling his wine in the goblet at the level of his face, and watching at it intently while his ears were on me. Unlucky in a sense that I don’t usually date girls, not that I’m short of women since they usually come to me. There is this thing that I don’t want to commit. Not that I’m scared of it, but looking at my parents, well, I can see, it is not good.

“Of course!” I glanced at him first, then at the table that she occupied, which was 3 tables away from ours. Which he later joined the sight.

“So that’s the girl?” arching his brows while studying the subject. Watching her from head to foot. “Almost perfect! But man--. She looks like she is going to bed like a bar.” he paused, looked back at me, and continued, “Have you also seen her fluffy slippers? My God, and she doesn’t even care about how she looks. She is perfectly comfortable with herself. Not like any other girls I know, like dressed appropriately.”

“That’s the point. He finds her interesting, And I want to add, she. She was with Allen a while ago just before you arrived,” says Tristan.

“Oh… I can’t blame Allen tho. She looks so young. And speaking of Allen, I guess he is not coming back. He is with Sheila now.” He said, not bothering about Allen. Darius, being my older brother, knows me very well, he is Daven’s best friend, which makes me and Allen grow up acquainted with each other. That makes us boys close to each other. They had a younger sister who I used to bully. I always love to see her sneer at me, just like a lion cub trying to roar. But I never once saw her cry. Whom Allen had been protecting so much. We meet Sheila around high school, as Allen introduced her as his sister’s best friend. But he never met his sister again in his teenage years.

“Are we still in?” I asked.

“Of course, I’m still in.”