Fix Me

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This was the closest I had ever been to. Especially a hot guy. My eyes were staring into his black orbs filled with anger, hate, and... sadness? I could feel his warm breath on mine and I was totally freaking out.

"Play nice princess, or else I'll make your life a living version of hell." he whispered coldly in my ear. I felt a shiver overtake my body. He let go his grip on my arm as he sped away without a change in his black Mercedes.

I stood there still frozen from his unexpected touch. Should I feel outraged that he touched me or excited that I was touched by the hottest guy I've ever known. Scratch that, I was definitely mad at his behavior... totally don't still have butterflies in my stomach from standing too close to him. What's wrong with me again?

My eyes wandered back to Priya and Jaz who were standing still at a far corner. They looked like they had seen me get gobbled by a dragon or something. I arched an eyebrow at how they were acting. We walked into the mall in silence. I almost had enough of this.

"What's up with you guys?" I growled after being annoyed for too long.

"You shouldn't have talked to him like that." Priya said, still not looking at me.

"Why not, it was his fault all that happened." I hissed.

"Vasu, you don't understand-" Priya started but Jaz interrupted.

"You have no idea who he is!" Jaz screamed.

"Why would I care?"

"Because he is the Akilan Saxena!" they both exclaimed in unison. I rummaged through my brain of hot guys to figure out whether I knew this name or not. Then something clicked within me. No it can not be!

"You mean that hot model guy and famous businessman from my magazine subscription!" I said in disbelief. I was praying deep inside that my guess was incorrect. But Priya nodded her head in a 'yes' motion. I slapped my forehead with my palm.

I had always wanted to take a selfie with him and get an autograph. But here I am yelling at his face and spraying mud on him, even though it was his fault. The guy I looked up to from all the other hot guys was just a cold hearted loser.

"Well too bad." I said, breaking the awkward silence, "He's lost another fan because of his unacceptable behavior."

"He has millions of fans." Jaz reminded me.

"Don't bother talking to me about him, le-let's just go ahead with shopping and then eat ice cream to cool down." I suggested.

"Sure whatever." Priya replied.

I mentally slapped myself again thinking back to how much of a fool I was, but now it's not like I could go back in time with a machine thing like Mr. Peabody and Sherman so I was stuck to face whatever came at me from the future.

"And he called you princess!" Jaz exclaimed while nudging me. I rolled my eyes and thankfully she diverted the conversation again.

"Let's go there!" Jaz squealed, pointing at the store with velvet dresses on display. Priya and I followed her into the store and started looking through the racks full of dresses. Maybe an hour or two later, Jaz and Priya had come out with dresses they decided they would wear to the party. Which left me.

All I remember after that is being shoved into the dressing room with a bunch of dresses in my hands to try on.

"We're helping you choose!" Priya said.

What was I doing again here with a bunch of monkeys that I call as my friends? Why did I even agree to any of this?