Avoiding Commitment

by craziebabe45

  "Okay stop," Lexi commanded, reaching out and grabbing his arm to prevent him from moving farther. "I'm going to go right. Just…don't move."

  "Who are you here with?" he asked, ignoring her demand.

  "That's none of your business," she snapped, extracting her hand from his suit.

  "You're right," he said sheepishly. "It's just I don't know if you remember me, which I guess you don't, but I remember you."

  She wasn't sure what that meant and didn't plan on finding out. "That's great," she stated sarcastically.

  "Is Jennifer here?" he asked glancing over her shoulder to see if Jennifer was about to appear at her side.

  "I don't know, but I'll send her your way if I find her."

  "So, you didn't come here with Jennifer then?" he asked. She flinched, realizing that she had unintentionally given a way a piece of information.

  "No, I didn't. What's it to you anyway?" Lexi demanded getting more flustered the longer she stood in front of him.

  "I'm just curious about you, is all. You've been here before, and you came back," he said in disbelief. "That never happens."

  "Right well, I see that I'm a fantastic spectacle for you to wonder about, but once again, you are in my way. I'm going to be late for brunch, and frankly, I'm starving." Not to mention she was sure to be humiliated if she arrived a second behind schedule.

  "Oh yeah. I keep forgetting about that," he said, bringing his hand up and scratching the back of his head thoughtfully.

  "Well, I haven't. So…yeah…nice meeting you," Lexi said off-hand, finally getting herself around his solid figure.

  "But you didn't. I didn't even tell you my name or get yours for that matter."

  Lexi turned letting her loose curls trail down her back. "That's alright. I've survived this long without it." He walked forward towards her. "What are you doing?" she asked throwing her hand out to stop him from walking further.

  "I can escort you to your seat," he offered, his perfectly straight, white teeth appeared as he smiled brightly at her.

  "Absolutely not."

  "Do you even know where you are going?"

  "You don't know where I'm going," she reminded him. "And I'm sure I can find my way just fine, thank you." She took another step forward and he followed her. She clenched her fists. "Jesus, why don't you back off?" she exclaimed raising her voice for the first time. She regretted her actions almost instantly. The obnoxious middle aged members, who had only been half-listening to their conversation, now went silent and turned their full attention to her, making her cheeks burn bright red. It didn't help that she had taken the Lord's name in vain in the Bible belt. Goddamn it, New York had changed her. She took three calming breaths before glancing back up at him and smiling through gritted teeth.

  His smile had never wavered. Country Club manners through and through. "Well, if you are sure I can't be of any assistance, I'll just let you find your own way," he said politely.

  Lexi watched him purposely walk off in the opposite direction. Clenching and unclenching her hands several times calmed her down enough to allow her to search for Jack. To be honest, she had no idea where to begin. She should have let that guy help her. But after he had been so goddamn pushy, all she wanted to do was get away. She searched around unsuccessfully before noticing Jack quickly approaching her.

  "Where have you been?" he asked concerned and a little annoyed.

  "I ran into someone and they wouldn't stop talking to me," she complained.

  "Well let's hurry up. We should hurry and get in there before they start taking orders," he said smiling down on her, his annoyance dissipating the longer he remained in her presence.

  Her throat caught as his hand rested gently on her elbow and nudged her in the appropriate direction. She had wanted things to be like this for so long. It hurt to know that the only reason she was here, the only reason he was even talking to her, was because of his girlfriend. His perfect girlfriend whom he intended to marry. His perfect girlfriend that she was about to meet. She sighed heavily mentally preparing herself and followed his lead into a side room with a large gold plaque labeled Anderson, Bridges, and C. Brown.

  The dining room that Lexi entered opened onto a balcony overlooking the ninth hole fairway. Cream colored walls and blue patterned carpet decorated the large space. Three elegant oak tables filled the area with matching cushioned chairs placed around them. Nearly all the seats were occupied, and roughly thirty people glanced up from their prearranged silverware to stare at Jack and Lexi as they entered the room. Lexi smiled repentantly and ambled after Jack to their assigned seats.

  "Sorry we took so long," Jack said taking his seat across from his girlfriend.

  "Uh...hi," Lexi said adding a tiny wave before scooting into her seat and tucking her dress underneath her.

  Lexi pulled her eyes from the table and let them rest on Bekah. She knew that she didn't like her as soon as Lexi laid eyes on her. Bekah was definitely beautiful in a cookie-cutter sort of way. I mean if you liked Barbie doll types. The pin-straight blond hair, Lexi had predicted she would have, was all one length cut to the middle of her back. Chunky bangs covered her forehead. Big blue eyes popped out from Bekah's naturally beautiful face which was hardly tainted by make-up. Lexi felt sick upon realizing that Bekah had as nearly flawless skin as Chyna. Her pale yellow, square-cut sundress was modest yet fashionable all the while accentuating her best features. Eleven millimeter white pearls dangled from her earlobes and matched the thin chain of Chanel pearls draped across her neck. What bothered her the most wasn't that she knew that this woman was one hundred percent Jack's type, that bothered her for sure, but rather that she had something that Lexi had never appeared to have.

  Innocence.

  Okay, to be fair, Bekah probably wasn't all that innocent either. After all, she was dating Jack. But she sure as hell gave off the appearance. Lexi, on the other hand, had never given off that appearance. Something about Lexi's dark tangled curly hair, the way her eyes looked smoky without make-up, the way her characteristically bold personality tended to intimidate strangers, and the way she almost always felt completely comfortable in her body gave off the impression not that she was easy, but certainly that she was not innocent.

  "It's so nice to meet you," Bekah said. A row of brilliant white teeth were revealed as she smiled across the table from her.

  "Likewise," Lexi said coughing uncomfortably and glancing away from her doe-eyed gaze. The rest of the table was filled with mostly respectable middle aged men and women in high-quality attire. She was introduced as jack's friend from out of town, but failed to really take in any names. She didn't plan on remembering any of them anyways. Lexi nudged Jack. "Don't you want to sit next to Bekah?" she asked indicating the empty seat facing her.

  Lexi had thought it strange that the seat was unoccupied. He smiled at her. "Well, yea I would, but this is where I sit."

  Lexi cocked an eyebrow at him condescendingly. This must be some Country Club thing. Not that she wanted him to leave her side. "Alright," Lexi said not pushing the subject. "Are we missing someone?"

  "My brother," Bekah answered. "He should be here shortly. He tends to run behind."

  "Oh." Lexi didn't know what else to say.

  Bekah leaned over the table smiling secretively. "Sorry about that. He's a bit of a troublemaker. He likes to upset my parents by showing up late for brunch, talking a bit too loud in public and the like." Lexi tried not to roll her eyes. This girl was serious. Talking too loud in public? Had she ever left her bubble? "I don't mind them so much though. I think it's humorous."

  "I'm sure it is." Lexi tried to smile. She had just used humorous in a sentence. Fantastic.

  "Yeah, Ramsey's a riot," Jack interjected.

  Bekah smiled even bigger. "He is...something else," she said dropping her voice. "But anyway, I am so glad that your flight landed as scheduled. I would have felt terrible changing plans on you if you were still in transit. Jack wasn't sure if you would accompany us for
brunch, but I'm very glad he was able to convince you."

  Lexi jerked her head to the side and glared at Jack. "What?" he asked defensively a slow smirk creeping onto his face.

  "You forced me to be here," she muttered angrily.

  "Well, it convinced you didn't it?"

  "Did you not want to come?" Bekah asked crestfallen.

  She swore under her breath. Then she remembered where she was and furiously bit her lip. Lexi could not believe this! Why would she want to be here? This was the most awkward situation she had ever been in and then jack had dragged her tooth and nail to the one place she absolutely despised. Of course she didn't want to be here! It was just dumb of Bekah to think that any outsider would want to be trapped in their dumb old-timey Country Club. But even Lexi couldn't blurt that out in front of complete stranger. So she just smiled and said, "Oh no it's fine."

  Jack chuckled under his breath. The laugh turned into a cough as Bekah turned her blue eyes on him. "Well I'm glad you made the trip," Bekah said cheerfully.

  Before Lexi could embarrass herself further, several stuffy-looking waiters entered the room and began to fill beverage orders. Lexi sighed heavily as she listened to all the requests for sweet tea. She had forgotten how addicted Southerners were to the stuff. If they could have sweet tea poured directly into their veins, they would do it. What was even more disgusting was how the women, all diet-addicted forty year olds pretending to be twenty-five, ordered their drinks with Splenda, as if the alternative sugar option wouldn't give them cancer like everything else. Lexi ordered coffee.

  "Sugar and milk?" the man questioned, staring down at her through his thick black-rimmed glasses over the bridge of his large nose.

  "Uh, no, thank you. Black is fine."

  "Mmm hmm," he said hotly and turned on his heel.

  "Sorry I'm late everyone," a familiar voice said pushing past the snotty waiter and over to their table.

  Lexi heard the chair in front of her scuff against the carpeted floor before she had a chance to glance up. When she did, a short gasp escaped her tight set lips. Recognition swept over her. No. She didn't want to believe it. This couldn't really be happening to her. Really, she should have just expected obnoxious bathroom guy to be Bekah's brother. She had been rude enough that she should have been more surprised not to see him. The smile he sent her way was practically unbearable. Life couldn't get any worse.

  "Oh hey, you," the guy said when he noticed her.

  "Hi," she managed to say through her gritted teeth.

  "You know each other?" Bekah asked the surprise exceedingly evident in her voice. She had perked up even further than Lexi had thought possible. Bekah's eyes glittered as she glanced between the two of them.

  "I wouldn't say that exactly," Lexi responded. She sat back heavily against the hard backed chair and began pushing her hair behind her ear forcefully. Jack peered at her reaction curiously.

  "Oh, don't be like that. We go way back," he said openly smirking.

  "Oh yeah?" Lexi asked leaning forward and crossing her arms on the table. "Then what's my name?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in a challenge.

  A voice from the other end of the table cut off his response. "Ramsey, where were you?" a man Lexi recognized as his father asked in an obviously controlled neutral tone. Ramsey just shrugged, his eyes remaining on Lexi's face. "I'm talking to you son," he growled. The room fell silent.

  "Yeah, I heard," Ramsey said finally turning his attention to his father. "I got lost."

  Lexi could tell his father was boiling over. The only thing holding him back was the fact that he was in the midst of friends and colleagues. "You've lived here since you were a boy," his father pointed out. "It's not possible for you to get lost."

  "Sure it is. I got lost in a broom closet. My bad," Ramsey said shrugging his shoulders as if this was common place. He also said the word as if it were suggestive of foul behavior. Behavior that should not be spoken of over afternoon brunch at the Country Club...or perhaps anywhere. "Anyway, can I get back to my conversation?"

  "Ramsey, may I have a word with you in the hallway?" his father asked menacingly.

  "I just got here, remember?" he said smirking. "Wouldn't want to miss brunch."

  "That's enough Ramsey," Bekah whispered letting her hand rest gently on his forearm. Bekah glanced down to her father's seat and smiled sweetly. The implication was clear. She was going to handle the situation. No need to embarrass the family over something simple, even if these things pushed her father over the edge. Bekah whispered something in Ramsey's ear that he didn't appear to be too pleased about, but he cooled off nonetheless.

  Ramsey's smirk returned as his focus shifted back to the matter at hand. "Your name, right," he said scratching the back of his head thoughtfully.

  "You said you know her, but you can't remember her name?" Jack asked dubiously glancing between the two of them.

  "You're telling me that's never happened to you before?" Ramsey asked raising his eyebrows.

  Jack chortled at Ramsey's implication then turned back to Lexi. "I was pretty sure you didn't know anyone here." He sounded concerned even a bit jealous. She smiled despite herself.

  "He doesn't know me Jack."

  "But you recognized him," Bekah pointed out. She reached forward and took a sip of the ice water that was placed before her. "I mean, right? You did recognize him."

  "Well yes," she finally conceded.

  "So you do know him?" Jack asked. Yep, she could definitely detect a hint of jealousy. She reveled in it for a moment

  "I'm not sure why it matters whether or not I know him. He's just messing with you guys," she pointed out. Ramsey snickered. Her eyes turned fiery. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"

  "I'm sorry," Ramsey said stifling another laugh. "Did you just say you guys?"

  "And if I did?" Lexi snapped. She clenched her teeth. Here it goes again. She was being rude. Why was she being rude? Why was she letting this guy – Ramsey – bring out the Yankee asshole in her when she had sworn she was going to stay in Southern hospitality mode?

  "Oh nothing," he remarked glancing into Bekah's blue eyes an all-knowing look passing between them.

  "What? What's wrong with that?" Lexi demanded turning her eyes from one to the other.

  "Oh it's nothing," Bekah muttered at the same time as Ramsey began asking, "You... you're just not from around here, are you?" His green eyes glittered with humor.

  "She's from New York," Bekah said cheerfully filling in some information for her brother.

  "Oh, a Yankee in our midst."

  "I'm not from New York," she quickly corrected. This girl obviously knew nothing about her. Lexi figured, at least for now, that was probably for the better.

  "Yeah, she went to college down here with me," Jack interjected quickly not enjoying the fact that his girlfriend was providing details about Lexi to Ramsey...or anyone.

  "So, where are you from then?" Ramsey asked his interest spiking with her annoyance.

  "I'm sorry. The investigation begins later. You'll just have to wait your turn." Lexi announced abruptly. Bekah's face instantly turned a bright pink hue, and Jack, hoping to quiet Lexi, nudged her in the arm. Lexi turned towards Jack and shrugged. It's not like he had told her that her reason for being here and everything surrounding the awkward circumstances was supposed to be a big secret.

  Ramsey smiled but his eyes held suspicion. "Okay. Just let me know when you are open for an investigation, and I'll be there."

  Lexi rolled her eyes catching his sexual undertone. "Whatever."

  "But I have one condition."

  "There are no conditions."

  "Well I need to know your name first."

  "And I thought you said you knew it."

  "I could try and remember, but I have a feeling that would take longer than the time we're allotted."

  "Probably," Lexi agreed leaning back against the chair and averting her eyes.

  "Okay, wow," Jack began turning his head between t
he two. "How did you say you know each other?"

  "We don't," Lexi barked.

  "No, no, we do know each other. She came here with Jennifer once," he explained turning to his sister. "I guess they went to college together or something."

  "You know Jennifer?" Bekah asked Lexi perking up again.

  "Wait, you know Jennifer?" Jack asked directing his question towards Bekah.

  "Well yeah, we went to high school together," Bekah admitted. "How do you know Jenn, Jack?"

  "Jennifer and I dormed together freshman year," Lexi told her at the same time as Jack said, "I know her through Lexi." Jack had never liked Jennifer much, and he knew Lexi thought she was one of the most annoying people on the planet. The fact that his new girlfriend not only knew her, but grew up with her was just plain weird.

  "Small world!" Bekah exclaimed.

  "So your name is Lexi?" Ramsey asked speaking up for the first time since the beginning of this exchange. "Hmm...I like that."

  Lexi groaned inwardly glaring daggers at Jack for revealing her name. "Yep. That's me. Lexi."

  After that rather uncommon introduction, conversation shifted back to normal topics of conversation. Brunch was served as the table began to discuss the upcoming golf tournament and specific techniques to be utilized. Lexi sighed taking herself out of the conversation. She had learned how to play in college, but didn't much care for the game, or at least, not enough to continue talking after that. It wasn't like New York City had many places to practice.

  Lexi took this time to fully assess Ramsey for the first time she had set eyes on him. She wasn't sure what to make of him. He was pushy and forthright. For someone born and bred in this environment, his personality depicted rebellion despite his controlled appearance. He was dressed the part head-to-toe, but he appeared as if he was almost in character. He was damn persistent as hell when he wanted to be, but as soon as he had found out her name, he had done a complete one-eighty. He spoke to her only when polite conversation demanded it, and though his flattering tone and overwhelmingly charming demeanor never wavered, she could see, perhaps, underneath that there was something more. She wasn't quite sure whether more was good or not.