Am I jealous?
Is this jealousy?
If it is then, Why am I jealous?
Questions flooded my head as I stared at the reflection in the glass I'm holding. The feeling of insecurity filled me, eats every bits of my ego. If I am a girl would he chase me? Would he chose me? Well he love me?
Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes. I gulped down the tequila I'm holding, it sent a burning sensation to my throat down to my stomach.
I laughed bitterly, drinking my ass out here won't do me good. It will just taint my image but who cares? I'm too broken to consider that.
My head spins when I tried to stand up and walked towards the dance floor. I laughed at myself, you can't even drink decently! Just 3 shoots and it seems like your world spins?
But the world really spins right? What the fuck I am thinking?
When I reached the dance floor, seems like everyones happy. I too tried to be happy but I miserably failed. He wants a woman! Who has ovaries that can produce a child! While I'm just me. A pitiful me.
I tried to blend in with the crowd and dance to the beat. I'm not sure if I'm on the beat but who cares? I'll just let myself out because tomorrow would be another heartache.
Someone snaked their hand to my waist and pull me closed to him. I turned around to look at the culprit. He's sly smile spread across his lips. I returned his smile and turn around again. Silently pulling my body away from him. But his grip tightened as he hovers me from behind.
Well, he's handsome so I let him.
"Wanna go somewhere quite?"
I heard him asked, but I was too focused on dancing I didn't mind when he grinds his lower to mine. Its not disgusting and all, its just that I don't care.
"Hm?" I mumbled carelessly and continue to dance in front of him. I turn around and was about to snaked around his neck when somebody pulled me.
"Let him go." He said, I didn't bother to look at the person because judging from his voice I already know who's that person is.
"Who are you?" said the stranger who are dancing with me earlier. Damn. I haven't even have his name.
I made face when I remembered something. Just like this person who's holding you. You didn't even bother to know his name but you invited him come inside your apartment. Just great Nine.
"Just let him go." said the person who's holding me. I didn't bother look at his face because from what I've sense I bet his thick eyebrows were now connected.
See even these smallest details of him I've come to know. But I didn't know that he'll hurt me like this.
"Why would I let him go, when I don't know you?" The other argued. Trying to make eye contact with me. But I avoided his eyes, I can't really face anyone right now. At least in this state.
"Well you don't, but he knows me very much" The person who's holding me said with so much pressure.
"What? Let's go" The stranger then grab my wrist pulled me to him. But the other person is gripping my waist tightly. That all I could do is stare at my wrist that is being pulled. "Let go dude." He continued,
"Fucker, its my boyfriend your holding." He enveloped his strong arms to my small waist. I gasped out loud when he pulled me closer to him. With one strong pull he successfully had me in his arms.
"I thought he's single. I've been watching him since he entered the club and no one appeared." The stranger reasoned, well its not like I well invite everyone to celebrate my heartache.
