Avoiding Commitment (Avoiding #1)(101)

"Me? A snob?" she asked sticking her nose up in the air, her voice thick with sarcasm. "Well if I'm such a snob, you can pay for your own drinks today skank."

"Did you just call me a skank?" Lexi asked placing her hand over her heart as if wounded.

"I call em like I see em honey."

Lexi gasped. "How dare you!"

"You're so silly," Chyna said through giggles. "Like you'd pay for a drink yourself looking so smoking hot."

"It's only due to your brilliance," Lexi commended her.

"Yes. I know. It's amazing what designer jeans can do to your ass. You should really let me take you shopping so I don't have to keep forcing you into my clothes when we go out."

Lexi just shook her head. "I'm not getting myself into any more debt."

"You wouldn't have to pay for anything. Te amo mi amor. That's all the payment I request," she replied, affectionately sweeping Lexi's hair behind her ear.

"Oh please," Lexi said brushing aside her hand.

"Fine. You'll come around. But for tonight, let's find a gorgeous someone who wants to pamper us senseless," she said allowing her eyes to crawl across the room.

Lexi sighed happily and turned to play her friend's favorite game. Under normal circumstances, the game went as follows. Whoever found a hot guy that met Chyna's standards and got offered a dance and a drink first would be able to choose who the other person had to kiss or take home depending on how the night went for them. When they had first started playing they had just accepted one of the two options, but that always ended up happening really quickly, so they had adjusted the rules to get more qualified men.

"Oh what about him?" Chyna suggested pointing at tall blonde in a sleek business suit.

Lexi assessed his features from behind enjoying the view. "We need a look at his face before a final decision can be made." Just then Blonde turned around bringing his beer to his mouth. Lexi nearly gagged as she got a look at his face. "I've never seen a nose like that before. It looks like it's been broken in three places."

"That's because he's a professional hockey player," Chyna said quickly, but Lexi could see the disgust written on her face.

"I don't care what he does for a living. That nose is atrocious."

"Okay, so Hockey Guy isn't for me. Moving on."

They pointed out a few other good looking men neither of them really satisfied with the selection. Chyna spoke up again, "Oh him!"

Lexi looked to where her finger pointed out a man wearing dark jeans and a bright blue button-up. Her heart froze as her eyes traveled farther upwards to the shaggy dark brown hair. She couldn't see his face, but her body couldn't resist allowing the butterflies loose in her stomach at the possibility. She could feel the blood draining from her face and her jaw going slack with fear and anticipation that he might be here. Short puffs escaped her mouth, her chest expanding and contracting with each movement. She tilted her head in hopes of catching a glimpse of Mr. Blue Shirt's face, her brows furrowed and eyes shining with concern.

"Alexa, sweetie, are you okay?" Chyna asked placing her hand on Lexi's forehead which was already clammy to the touch. "You look really sick all of a sudden. Do we need to get out of here?"

"No, s…s…sorry. He just looks like this guy I used to have a thing with," she mumbled recovering slightly when she realized how obvious she was being.

"Oh that Jack guy you were telling me about?" Chyna asked bluntly.

"Yeah. Jack. He just strongly resembles him."

"Well if he looks anything like this guy, then he's probably sexy," Chyna couldn't keep herself from mentioning as she took another glance at the Jack look-a-like.

Lexi managed a half-smile. "Yeah he is sexy, but I just…I don't know. I haven't really seen him in awhile and I haven't been thinking about him much either. It caught me off guard."

She was lying of course. She thought about him every time she walked around in New York. There were so many dark haired men in blue shirts; it was disconcerting. Not to mention the enormous amount of coffee shops. She was just expecting to walk into the store one day and there he would be standing behind the counter, handing her black coffee, while she studied for her tests. But college was over, and Jack wasn't in New York. Jack wasn't in her life. They'd talked a bit over the phone during the summer, but after she moved to New York, she just didn't have time to have open communication with anyone especially Jack. She could lose herself in conversations with Jack for hours if she let herself. Law school didn't exactly permit that kind of freedom. No, Jack was just part of her past, and she needed to accept that. She couldn't keep letting herself get so worked up over some guy in a club who almost resembled him.

"Well don't think about him. There's no need to when you have so many other men to choose from," Chyna said, speaking like a person who'd never had a real relationship. Not that Lexi was one to talk. Her and Jack had never really been functional.

"You're right. Of course, you're right."

"I know it chica, but you can keep telling me. Now if you don't want him, I'm going to go see if I can get my obligatory drink and dance out of him. I'll find you someone to kiss when I get back," she said prancing off after Mr. Blue Shirt.