AIWTD 3b
“Seriously, could he stare any harder?” Naomi asked.
“If he did, I think he would have burned your top off by now.”
“You are not helping, Addison.”
“Who said I was trying to help?”
“Oh, just go away.”
“Fine. I’ll just go get the biochemistry texts.” Naomi stuck her tongue out at her friend as she walked away, then turned back to peruse the books.
“Excuse me,” intoned a deep male voice from behind her. Naomi jumped and dropped the text. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Please allow me,” he bent and stooped to retrieve the book.
“Thank you,” Naomi replied as he handed it back to her.
“No problem, I’m Mark by the way, Mark Sloan,” he held out his hand with his most charming grin.
She took his hand while trying to hide her smirk, “Naomi.”
“Just Naomi?”
“Just Naomi.”
“Well, Naomi, judging by the book in your hand I would say that you were a first year.”
“You would be correct Mr. Sloan.”
“Soon to be Dr. Sloan.”
“But not yet, Mark.”
He straightened his shoulders a bit, “I’ll have you know that I’ll soon be the go to plastic surgeon on the east coast.”
“Just the east coast?” she smiled and turned back to the bookshelf.
Mark bristled and looked over his shoulder at Derek, who smirked and mouthed the word, “Fifty.” He shook his head curtly and turned back to Naomi. He relaxed his stance and leaned back against the bookshelf, crossing his arms and legs, “You know I feel that we took a wrong turn somewhere.”
“You noticed that, too, did you?”
He shrugged, “I suppose it’s because I’m used to dealing with girls. I’m a little unsure as to the proper way to approach a beautiful, intelligent woman like yourself.”
“Clearly.”
“So allow me to rectify the situation. I saw a flyer for a mixer tonight for the first years.” He moved slightly closer. “Why don’t you allow me to buy you a drink tonight and you can see for yourself that I am definitely a guy worth your time.”
Naomi’s eyes softened as she smiled at him, “Much better. I think that you should lead with that next time.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“No. I have a boyfriend. But you learn quickly and adapt fast, so I’m sure you’ll find someone for tonight. Thanks for the tip though, maybe we’ll see you there. Nice meeting you, Mark Sloan.” With that she walked away.
Mark scowled and turned back towards Derek, who wasn’t even trying to hide his laughter. “Oh, shut up,” he muttered when he was close enough.
“What happened, I thought it was going to be easy?” he snickered.
“Let’s just get our books and go.”
“Whatever you say, man.” They collected their materials and headed up to the cashier. As Mark pulled out his wallet to pay for his purchase, Derek cleared his throat behind him. Mark pulled out another bill and handed it to him, whilst muttering a few well-chosen words under his breath. Derek just grinned harder and clapped a hand to his best friend’s back as they walked out the door.
“Not a word, Shepherd, not one word.”
Before Derek could respond, he was distracted by a laugh. He looked around for the source and soon found it. A little over sixty feet away from them walked the statuesque woman Mark had struck out with and next to her, with the sunlight bouncing off her crimson waves, was the woman who had haunted his dreams for the last three nights straight.
“Addison,” he breathed.
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Later that day Addison was curled up on her couch; a glass of iced tea at her elbow and a gross anatomy book on her lap. The problem was that she had been on the same page for the last ten minutes. She couldn’t get Derek out of her head now. It was completely ridiculous; it was one night, and though very enjoyable, it didn’t mean anything. Addison was startled out of her reverie by the buzzer. She placed her book down and walked over to the intercom. “Yes?”
“Ms. Montgomery, there is a gentleman here who says he knows you. His name is Derek Shepherd.”
Addison shook her head, this day just kept getting better, “What does he want?”
The next voice she heard was Derek’s. “Do you want your neighbors to hear?”
Addison turned bright red, “Send him up, Henry.”
Two minutes later her doorbell rang. Addison sighed and opened the door.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, uh, thanks for letting me up.”
“Sure.”
There was silence for a beat. “So, you, uh, you go to Columbia Med, huh.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, “How did you know that?”
“I saw you today. Um, outside the bookstore. I was going to try to get your attention, but you were too far away.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. It’s kind of funny that neither of us mentioned that we were starting the same med school in three days.”
“Not really, I mean we didn’t exactly have an in-depth conversation, and that’s not something that you generally blurt out to a total stranger.”
“True, but,” he shifted slightly closer, “I think we’ve been a bit too intimate to be total strangers, wouldn’t you agree?”
Addison broke their gaze and shifted slightly before returning her eyes to his. “Yeah, so what, did you forget something the other night or…?”
“No, I didn’t forget anything. I wanted to see you.”
“Why is that?”
He leaned against the door frame, “I dunno. Maybe because I like you?” He smirked at her. “We had a good time the other night, didn’t we?”
“Ah, so that’s it. You’re here because you want more sex.”
“No. Well, that’s not the only reason I’m here. You didn’t give me your number so I couldn’t call to ask you out to dinner. So now I’m here to ask you for a date.”
“I can’t go on a date with you. I don’t even know you.”
“You had sex with me!”
“That’s different.”
“Are you always this difficult?”
“Are you always this arrogant?” she asked, hands on her hips and her gaze hard enough to cut steel. “Look, I don’t go out with guys I have no information about and at this point I don’t even know your last name.”
He sighed, and then straightened up. “Alright. My full name is Derek Christopher Shepherd. I have four sisters whose only mission in life is to drive me insane. I’m a Capricorn. My favorite color is blue, not light blue, but dark blue, like indigo. I think The Clash is the most awesome band in the universe and in high school I had an afro and played the sax. Now, is that enough information for a first date or do you need my social security number as well?”
Addison smiled in spite of herself.
His eyes twinkled. “Go out with me tonight.”
She smirked and shook her head. “No.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I can’t,” she insisted.
“Why not?” he asked crossing his arms.
“I have plans.”
“You don’t have plans.”
“Yes, I do.”
“What are they? Quick before you can make something up,” he smirked.
“I-I have plans with friends. We’re going to the mixer tonight.”
“Yea? My buddy was planning on going to that, I can meet you. It’s supposed to go on for a while. What time were you guys planning on getting there?”
Addison hesitated briefly. “Six.”
“Alright, cool, I’ll see you then.” Addison just nodded. He turned to walk away and she began to shut the door, but was stopped by his hand pushing it back open. He stood there with his hands in his pockets and stared her down. “What time are you really getting there?”
She held his stare for a moment, and then grinned sheepishly, “Eight.”
“Hmmm,” he gave her another look and walked back to the elevator.
Addison shut the door, then grimaced and slapped her forehead with her hand. “Crap.”
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Granted this was a long time in coming, but at least it’s a decent length. Anyhoo, review please. Oh, and if anyone wants to write me the story where Derek shows up for some much needed payback I’ll be your bestest friend! LOL. (And yes that was intentional if anyone is wondering.)
I have never had such trouble posting before, argh!!! Review please, I deserve it!