Perfect Strangers

25| Clown

Chapter 25: Clown (Alex's POV)

I looked around feeling extremely lost. As I should feel because I was lost.

"Can I help you?" I turned around and saw Clark. 

"No thank you," I replied, resisting an eye roll. 

"You seem a little lost, Alex," he chuckled. 

"I'll find my way," I said, "Eventually," I whispered under my breath. 

"Looking for the bathroom?" I turned to shoot him a glare. "Zach will take you. That would be all right now wouldn't it?" 

I nodded hesitantly. 

Better than Clark himself. "Zach!" he called out. He walked over, excusing himself from a man whose name I don't remember and walking over. 

"Yes?" he asked. 

"Lead Alex to the bathroom, will you? And keep her company for a minute," he said. 

Zach nodded before beginning to walk while I followed him cluelessly. He turned down a corner which revealed a long hallway. He continued walking and stopped a few doors from the last one. "This is a guest room. The bathroom's in there," he said, turning to me. 

"Thanks," I mumbled before going inside. As usual, like I do at all these parties, I just sat down and kicked my heels off for a minute. Once I walked around, stretched my feet a bit, I went back outside.

"So, where'd your boyfriend go?" he asked on our walk back. 

"He's talking to some guests," I answered. 

"You mean his father's clients?" I turned to him. "Everyone knows the real estate agents here love showing off their children." 

"Not all of them," I said. 

"Your dad doesn't?" 

"No, not at all." 

He nodded, "Good for you then." We walked back into the main hall and I could not see Carter anywhere. "You can wait for him at the bar. He'll find you easily," Zach said. 

I hesitantly walked and took a seat there, aware of Zach following me. I sat down and he sat down beside me. "You don't have to keep me company just because your dad told you to. I'll be fine on my own," I said. 

"I know, but you're fun to annoy," he shrugged with a smirk. 

I rolled my eyes while placing my clutch on the counter behind me, my eyes still scanning the place for him. 

"You really like him. Don't you?" 

My head snapped to him and I stared in confusion. "What?" 

"Carter. You really like him." 

"Yeah. That's why we hang out with each other," I deadpanned. 

"Funny," he said sarcastically, "But you're... it's deeper than that. Isn't it? That's why you don't want to let go of him. That's why the heartbreak is worth it, isn't it?" 

How did he crack that? 

"Whoa," he chuckled, "You're going to fall in love with him." 

"What makes you say that?" 

"The way your eyes have been scanning the room for him everywhere." I turned to face him once again to say something snarky but he leaned in. I gasped but he turned and whispered in my ear. "Even though he's standing right in front of you." He pulled back and pointed to the front.