head to face me, a look of worry seen in his eyes.
"What was his name? Are you drunk?" The brown-haired boy asked agitatedly.
He took a step closer to me, and enveloped me into a comforting hug. I asked him what was going on. Sadly on my part, he ignored my question, and continued with the interrogation.
"What's his name?" He asked again. "How many drinks have you had?"
"I don't know, and no, I'm not drunk."
He reacted the same way Anthony did. "You don't know his name?"
"Why should I?" I asked in oblivion.
The two guys that stood in front of me let out deep sighs in unison. Nathan wiped strands of his light brown hair away from his eyes, and started to explain why I should've known the stranger's name.
"Because you guys were ogling each other like you two were in a private room. You were on the dance floor, mind you."
"I don't get what you're trying to say…" I told the two of them. "It was just a kiss."
And again, Nathan snubbed what I had to say.
"Please don't tell me you got his number before even trying to know what his name was."
"I didn't get his number and his name…" I said to them, getting annoyed.
Gosh I didn't need a brother…two for that matter… I rolled my eyes at what I thought.
"So what was that all about?" Anthony asked referring to the session I had a while ago.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Nathan asked in disbelief.
He rested his hands on edge of the stool I sat on, and looked at me closely in the eye. I could feel his breath trickling down my neck, and if he weren't acting like a nuisance, I would've kissed him in that instant.
"Nathan…" I mouthed out, sounding irritated already. "Anthony…"
They eyed me closely.
"That was absolutely nothing. I don't think I'm even going to see him ever again. It was just a one-time thing, and I won't be kissing him anymore…" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Do you guys understand?"
"Do you treat all your relationships like this?"
Were they trying to corner me…?
I gave them both a raised brow and asked what they meant. They looked at each other and exchanged looks, before they turned back to me and burned me down with their gazes.
"Alex, how many people have you gone out with?" Nathan asked, as he let out a deep sigh. He pulled his crossed arms up to his chest, and rested them there.
"I didn't know you had to count the number of people you go on dates with…" I said with a hint of sarcasm I didn't mean to use. By the looks on their faces which were a mixture of worry and plain nothingness, they weren't amused, and I felt myself getting even more irritated by the way they were treating me.
"Okay…how about the number of guys you've gone into a serious relationship with." Anthony said.
"I guess that's an easier question." Nathan added.
"Why should I?" I answered, but before they even opened their mouths, I continued with what I had to say.
"I travel a lot…I go to different places…I meet a lot of hot, young guys from different countries…and those guys also travel a lot…they go to different places…and they meet a lot of hot, young girls from all over the world…" I said sounding more frustrated than solemn. "Now…give me a reason why I should be committed and serious?"
"Alex…can you please think long-term? After a decade or so, you're going to look older, and there are going to be a lot more women who will look prettier and sexier than you. What you have now, your flawless face, your slender but curvy body, they're not going to look like that when you're 28 or so."
"You're going to have to settle down…"
"Are you telling me that I have to start looking for my future husband now?" I said in tone mixed of sarcasm and slight fury. I stood up from the stool and started to walk away from the two, but Nathan held a tight grasp on my shoulder, and wouldn't let go.
"I'm not telling you
"What was his name? Are you drunk?" The brown-haired boy asked agitatedly.
He took a step closer to me, and enveloped me into a comforting hug. I asked him what was going on. Sadly on my part, he ignored my question, and continued with the interrogation.
"What's his name?" He asked again. "How many drinks have you had?"
"I don't know, and no, I'm not drunk."
He reacted the same way Anthony did. "You don't know his name?"
"Why should I?" I asked in oblivion.
The two guys that stood in front of me let out deep sighs in unison. Nathan wiped strands of his light brown hair away from his eyes, and started to explain why I should've known the stranger's name.
"Because you guys were ogling each other like you two were in a private room. You were on the dance floor, mind you."
"I don't get what you're trying to say…" I told the two of them. "It was just a kiss."
And again, Nathan snubbed what I had to say.
"Please don't tell me you got his number before even trying to know what his name was."
"I didn't get his number and his name…" I said to them, getting annoyed.
Gosh I didn't need a brother…two for that matter… I rolled my eyes at what I thought.
"So what was that all about?" Anthony asked referring to the session I had a while ago.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Nathan asked in disbelief.
He rested his hands on edge of the stool I sat on, and looked at me closely in the eye. I could feel his breath trickling down my neck, and if he weren't acting like a nuisance, I would've kissed him in that instant.
"Nathan…" I mouthed out, sounding irritated already. "Anthony…"
They eyed me closely.
"That was absolutely nothing. I don't think I'm even going to see him ever again. It was just a one-time thing, and I won't be kissing him anymore…" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Do you guys understand?"
"Do you treat all your relationships like this?"
Were they trying to corner me…?
I gave them both a raised brow and asked what they meant. They looked at each other and exchanged looks, before they turned back to me and burned me down with their gazes.
"Alex, how many people have you gone out with?" Nathan asked, as he let out a deep sigh. He pulled his crossed arms up to his chest, and rested them there.
"I didn't know you had to count the number of people you go on dates with…" I said with a hint of sarcasm I didn't mean to use. By the looks on their faces which were a mixture of worry and plain nothingness, they weren't amused, and I felt myself getting even more irritated by the way they were treating me.
"Okay…how about the number of guys you've gone into a serious relationship with." Anthony said.
"I guess that's an easier question." Nathan added.
"Why should I?" I answered, but before they even opened their mouths, I continued with what I had to say.
"I travel a lot…I go to different places…I meet a lot of hot, young guys from different countries…and those guys also travel a lot…they go to different places…and they meet a lot of hot, young girls from all over the world…" I said sounding more frustrated than solemn. "Now…give me a reason why I should be committed and serious?"
"Alex…can you please think long-term? After a decade or so, you're going to look older, and there are going to be a lot more women who will look prettier and sexier than you. What you have now, your flawless face, your slender but curvy body, they're not going to look like that when you're 28 or so."
"You're going to have to settle down…"
"Are you telling me that I have to start looking for my future husband now?" I said in tone mixed of sarcasm and slight fury. I stood up from the stool and started to walk away from the two, but Nathan held a tight grasp on my shoulder, and wouldn't let go.
"I'm not telling you
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