A Stranger To Him

Thirty, He doesn't care about me, I got the message

"Why do I even have to come? It's just an unimportant event they want to bring us to. It'll be totally fine if I sit this one out." I complain to Emily, lying on her bed while she inspects her closet carefully to find a perfect outfit to wear tonight. 

The boys decided they wanted to take us to some secret event, and Emily told them I would be there when I wanted to tell them I had other plans and couldn't come. We have been bugging them to tell us what the event is, but all their mouths are sealed. They intend to keep it a secret as it is a surprise for us. 

"Because I said you were coming, and you are. You can't avoid Caine forever, and you guys seriously need to talk about the kiss you shared. Tonight is the perfect occasion." Emily says, throwing another pair of jeans behind her. The floor of her room has turned into a carpet of clothes.

After the kiss, I drunk practically the whole bottle of raspberry vodka to forget about Caine and the kiss. I woke up in the guest room the next morning, and I sneaked away before he was awake. I've been avoiding him ever since, and I don't really feel like talking to him tonight, or ever. 

"Come on, Mia. Why don't you want to talk to him? Maybe, he felt something too." Emily says, taking place beside me as she gives me a concerning look. I sigh deeply as I look at my hands. 

"Because he walked away from me last week. He didn't even say a word, but just left me there. It's obvious he didn't feel anything. I did, and it's foolish to think he felt the same way. He's emotionless, remember?" I say, letting her remember what he did last week. 

"You don't know how he felt. You need to talk to him to know for sure. You have your answer immediately, and I won't push you to see him again." She says, getting up again to pick out her outfit. 

We're meeting the boys in one and a half hours at Cameron and Jackson's house, as we don't know what we're doing tonight. All I can hope is Caine won't be there tonight. I don't need to see him being an asshole to me again. He already shattered a little piece of my heart, and he doesn't need to shatter it more. 

I'm supposed to hate the guy, but somehow, my heart managed to like him. It's been a long time since I genuinely liked a guy, and it's making me nervous as hell. Especially, because it is Caine fucking Williams, the bad boy of  Westside Private.

I can't afford to have my heart shattered by him. 

"Alright, I think I have my outfit for tonight. What are you wearing?" Emily says, putting a bunch of clothes on the bed. She gives me a questioning look while I frown my eyebrows. 

"My outfit is fine, right? We're doing nothing special so I thought I could just wear this." I say, looking down at the clothes I'm wearing right now. I'm wearing a pair of black ripped jeans, an oversized beige-colored shirt, a black oversized denim jacket, and high black platform converse.

"Yeah, it looks good on you. I'm just going to change as I'm not wearing sweats." She says, grabbing the bunch of clothes as she walks to the bathroom. I walk towards her mirror, looking at my outfit. 

It's fine. 

I redo my high ponytail and sigh as I grab my phone. Cameron texted me there's a change of plans, and he's picking us up in an hour. Emily comes back into the room, dressed in a pair of light blue jeans, a white shirt, and a taupe-colored knitted cardigan. 

"Cameron said he'll be here in an hour to pick us up," I say, throwing my phone onto her bed as I take place on it. Emily nods, brushing her hair until all of the tangles are gone. She puts her hair in a low ponytail. 

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A loud honk from outside scares us, making us know Cameron is waiting outside for us. Emily closes her laptop and grabs her white air force from the floor. She puts them on and grabs her keys and phone. I grab my phone from her bed and get up. We walk down the stairs, and Emily opens the front door