The Reunion

Ch-2

As I am pulled back by my elbow, I end up hitting Chris's hard chest and his mouthwatering sandalwood smell hits me and I take another deep breath. I slowly look up from my lashes, all my anger forgotten, it is as if I'm in a back to high school where his every touch makes me weak in my knees. I notice that his face has changed a lot since then. His nose is more chiseled, cheekbones are to die for and he has tanned which makes him so hot.

I quickly pull myself back, clear my throat and push out of his arms that I don't remember going around my waist during my 'daze' which further irks me and I say, "who do you think you are?"

"Dinner is on the other side", he chuckles, "Plus I wasn't the one staring."

"Well, it's not my fault this place is huge and difficult to remember."

"All you have to do is ask me to lead you to the dining room.", says as Chris rolls his eyes and starts walking while I gawk at him with my mouth hung open and begin my angry steps.

The walk that-cannot-be-described-with-some-ugly-word to the dining hall seems to last forever not only because it is weird to be around your ex but also because I had a mental battle about checking out his ass.

A mental battle that looked a lot like

-you cannot do this. This is the same guy who broke your heart

-oh, come on! There is no harm in checking him out and some naughty thoughts

-there are other hot guys that can give you these naughty thoughts

-but you know they won't be as good

-what? no...ok...maybe?

-what the hell.... no.

-come on he was good even in high school (a place where men have small ones).

-ya...he was good back then.i doubt he is good anymore.

-as people grow up, they gain experience, not loose it. Especially not smoking hot men like him.

-whatever. That player ass is overrated anyways.

-keep telling yourself that...

Well, you get the gist of it.

God! Can't hormones let a girl live in peace. And the worst part is I cannot even blame my hormones, I'm not even PMSing.

Moving back to the important thing-the dinner. The wooden dining hall door with carvings on it is bigger than the statue of liberty. When it is pushed open, the cold wind of the A.C. hits me and I take in the white walls that easily contrasts with large dining table covered with a blue cloth. On close inspection I make out the miniature purple symbols I saw on a badge. C'est belle.

A gasp leaves my mouth and I sense the presence of someone near me and jump when that someone whispers near my ear, "Beautiful isn't it?", and I register that husky voice belongs to Chris. And in that moment, I remember how much these small actions affected me.... I guess I can't lie but admit that I missed it.

FLASHBACK

It is the first party since junior high started. I have been to these parties a billion times before; it is the same old. The blasting music on which drunk people are dancing, or flirting. But today I am in no mood to participate so I take some beer and head to the terrace.

The view is beautiful from up here. Everything just seems too little. Every problem, every person, everything, the school, all of it.

But I jump when I hear Chris's voice near my ear as almost a whisper, "I was looking for you." But I don't turn around; the moment is too precious- Chris has his arms around my waist and I lean on him. I then look up the sky void of stars and the moon. Slowly I turn around and gasp.

The outlines of Chris's face are visible and I realize in that very moment that I love him; that I don't need some stars in my sky because he is my star.

END OF FLASHBACK

I look up at Chris with a scowl covering my face and a sense of déjà vu hits me but before I can say anything an amused Sarah says, "Is something happening?" and by the smirk on her face, I become au fait with her intentions of shipping me Chris. She has probably surpassed the wedding and thought about being an aunt of our children already but I don't let her imagination bring in any more unicorns as I narrow my eyes at Chris and break her fantasy, "Just reminding Chris how evil I am and won't wait to curse him with some malediction. The juju will turn him into a frog."

I mentally slap myself as I hear them laugh at it. Really some curse and frog....... that is the best I could come up with?!

To further add to my misery Kriti joins in and continues the conversation in a singsong voice, "Sounds to me like the story of the girl and the frog. Where the frog is actually the prince.", she looks up at Chris and bows while she adds, "Talk about the irony, your majesty." And ends by winking at me. That overhearing kid.

At the end of her little show another lady in blue dress that barely reaches her mid-thigh who I don't think I have ever seen in my life joins our little party. What is this Girls Night In with an EX?!!

Just a short note: - Kriti and Sarah were also a part of Koalas. They made up our introvert side of the group. We always had these little girls' night out/ins together. Trust me when I say I have watched all Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway movies. That and girl talk was all we did. They were like my moral compasses. It wasn't their fault on 'the day'. That day was that the last day of high school aka the prom night. We either felt abandoned, were abandoned or just simply abandoned other people. I just couldn't bear to wait around anybody in high school.... I guess you can say that I abandoned them. Anyways, they never left each other's friendship and now both go to underprivileged places together for medical support. I've heard they are pretty good. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they are at this wedding to get some charity.

"I'll save my prince with a kiss." The lady says as she kisses Chris. And I suddenly feel very uneasy and give a look to Sarah and Kriti about ending their bloody matchmaking now. The kiss just continues and gets rougher with time until somebody clears their throat. We all turn around to find Miya standing this time. More Girls, should I actually suggest a girls' night in now in the honor of the bride-to-be. Note the sarcasm!

We soon introduce ourselves and fall into a deep conversation and get acquainted with Miya and Vanessa, the kiss girl. It is as clear as crystal that Miya dislikes Vanessa, the slut. However much to my delight, Miya seemed to like me very much which wasn't very bad but here's the thing- she unconsciously is helping Kriti and Sarah in their matchmaking games.

Miya soon leaves us to attend her other guests. I'd say she is quite impressive. She was just studying business with Trevor at some fancy college with scholarship and now has adapted to the life of royals so easily. It is as if she is born for it, Trev and her are just the perfect example of fate.

Miya soon leaves us to attend her other guests. I'd say she is quite impressive. She was just studying business with Trevor at some fancy college with scholarship and now has adapted to the life of royals so easily. It is as if she is born for it, Trev and her are just the perfect example of fate.

Two very handsome men come and take their seat beside be and in front of me is the one and only Vanessa who seams to be fuming and eyeing the seat beside Chris. Looks like the poor baby wasn't deemed fit enough to be seated near so many nobles. 

Oh this is going to be a long night.....