I'm not sure what I expected when he told me to 'follow him', but somehow I wasn't surprised when we landed up in front of his house.
"Is this how you gets girls?" I asked dryly, my eyes scanning the two story home in boredom.
Why did I think I'd actually get an explanation out of this? Goddamn, I must be really dumb. Of course he's just another guy looking for some coochie.
"I don't get them, they come to me," he smirked, finishing with a wink in true fuckboy fashion.
"I see..." Unlucky for him, I wasn't amused. "So why are we here, then?"
"The rest of the group wanted to meet you, so they've actually been waiting," he said withtout much explanation, like I was supposed to know what he was talking about.
"What group?"
He brushed me off with a wave of his hand, "you'll see."
He walked up to the main door, opening it for me like the gentleman I'm sure he was. Not.
I took a moment to deliberate on whether I wanted to enter this guy's house. I hadn't known him for too long, well, not that I really knew anything about him at all. The fact that I'd told Jenna to suspect Evan if anything happens was basically my only insurance, but that was good enough for now I guess.
"Uh, thanks," I said, awkwardly passing by him as I walked through the door.
The room I'd walked into was painted a lime yellow, decked with paintings and all sorts of antiques, with expensive vases and racks of wooden souvenirs lining the walls. It looked like it had been decorated with love, if that made any sense. It felt really...homely.
A glass table sat in the middle of the room, an ashtray to one side of it and a neatly placed paper crane on the other.
"You do origami?" I asked on impulse.
Evan noticed me staring at the paper crane, "Uh, no. That's Jade's."
"Your sister?"
"Well-" he struggled for a bit, "you could say that, I guess."
"Hmm..." I wanted to ask him what that meant, but interrogating him any further would just make it look like I was obsessed with him, and I really didn't want him to get any ideas. it would only inflate his ego more than it already was.
"You can take off your shoes here," he walked over to the shoe rack behind the huge couch stuck inbetween the glass table and the wall. I took my still half-torn sneakers off, placing them next to his much neater pair.
"What now?" I stood and turned to face him.
"You wanna come upstairs?" he gestured to the stairs that went up from just beyond the drawing room.
I'm gonna be honest, I was getting real tired of following him around.
"Do I have a choice at this point?"
He chuckled, "not really. Come on."
I heaved a sigh, following him up the wooden stairs and contemplating all my life decisions as I did. I'd made plenty of bad decisions in my life, but this by far felt like the worst. But there I was, still walking behind him as we reached the last step of the second floor.
"Guys, she's here," he announced into the room to the immediate left of us, and I peered in, finding four pairs of eyes staring me down.
Now, what is this all about?