Red Flags by C.C. Brown Page A

than I had previously
thought. Hunter and Chelsea followed me and Jason to what looked
like a cornered off VIP section. Once seated, the guys got up and
yelled over the music, asking what we wanted to drink. Chelsea
asked for a Whiskey Sour, and I seconded her request. The guys left
and their exit gave us girls some time to chitchat.
    “So Cara, how do you like Bradley?” She
watched me, looking to see if she could intimidate me into an
answer.
    “I really like him. I wish I didn’t, but I
do.” My answer threw her off guard, as she sat back, mouth falling
open.
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Just because it’s been so easy to fall for
him, and so quick.” I tried to reassure her, but she didn’t look
appeased.
    “And, let’s not forget the fact that he is
completely, fucking overbearing.” The alcohol filled Chelsea was
out in force and her angry side was starting to pour out of her.
She was yelling at a level that was unnecessary, even given the
loud music blaring throughout the club.
    “Chels, he isn’t that bad. Trust me, if he
were, I wouldn’t be with him,” I tried to assure her, but I think I
was doing a piss poor job of it. She gave me a strange look, but
didn’t say anything more, instead just shook her head and allowed
her silence to speak for her.
    The guys were back with the drinks, and Mila
and Ryan finally joined us at the table. Ryan sat down next to me,
and I finally had my long awaited opportunity to speak to my
brother. I leaned over to speak in his ear, hoping that no one else
would hear our conversation.
    “So, Mila? Is it serous?”
    He took a gulp of his beer, smiled, and
shrugged his shoulders.
    “What happened to Grant? I haven’t talked to
her since I last saw him a couple of nights ago.”
    “I don’t know. I don’t care. I asked her out,
she said yes, and she has been all over me ever since. Not even
going to worry about that fucker,” and he gave me that sly grin
that told me that he was up to no good.
    “Ryan. Grant is a nice guy,” I scolded him in
my most sincere voice.
    “Oh well, nice guys finish last,” he shrugged
again, and scooted closer to Mila to start whispering something in
her ear. I sat speechless and tried hard to contain my shock.
    Jason snapped me out of my trance, and
questioned what had me so dazed. I lied, and told him nothing, just
taking in the music, and he leaned back over to speak to Hunter.
Their conversation looked quite intense, and at the end of it, they
shook hands in a most business-like manner. What was that about?
There was a waiter/bartender at our table asking for drink orders.
The guys had just gotten us drinks so I thought having this waiter
here was a waste of time. Jason thought otherwise and ordered
another round of what everyone had, plus waters. The table
conversations continued, the drinks arrived, and we finished them
in record time.
    Mila asked a random person to snap a picture
of us all with her phone. Pretty soon her inner photographer was
out and she was taking pictures of the couples, the guys, and of us
girls all together. She was a social network junkie, and
immediately posted the pictures to every social networking site
that she had an account to. My phone buzzed, informing me of a
notification, and showed a notification for the pictures that I was
tagged in. I tagged Jason in the picture of the two of us sitting
together. He looked so sexy with the low lighting, and his tanned
skin. My phone buzzed again, only this time there was a comment on
the picture of us together from Jacob Bradley.
     
    *WOW! Can’t wait to meet her bro!*
     
    Jason must not have been getting
notifications sent to his phone because he hadn’t checked it. He
didn’t like his brother, so I wondered how this would go over. I
decided not to say anything at the moment because I didn’t want to
ruin what was turning out to be a pretty good night. Another round
of drinks came to the table. Jason passed them out, but gave me a
glass of