CHAPTER 1- GIRL ON FIRE
*Evelynn
I could almost feel his presence when he entered.
I began rubbing the bridge of my nose just by anticipating the fight I had no doubt would take place. I did the best I could to avoid him at all costs though I knew it wouldn't help in the long run. just as I started drifting towards the darker, cooler, quieter caverns of this mansion ballroom I heard a blunt laughter spill out over the smaller grand entrance that he walked through not minutes before.
'turn around...don't turn around...no what if it turns out to be something big.. no he probably just wants you to...well I wont even.....wait?! why am I even debating with myself on him? this just proves another of my points. as much as I absolutely loathe myself for thinking it, I cant get him outta my head. but not in the good way. More like the 'I have a giant zit on my face and as much as I'd like to act like its not there ...this bitch has got to go...like now' type of way.
As much as I try to ignore him he just keeps popping back up everywhere!? You would think that for someone who makes 1/20 of what I get a year we would never see each other at the same events. Oh well! guess I was wrong again. Its not that I have issues with poor people. no. that sounds too harsh. Making only fractions of what I make doesn't really make a person poor. He isn't one of those that really are poor and barely getting by either.
It's just that you wouldn't typically see the "very EXTREMELY rich" and the "Well-Off" together in the same room. I guess its all about your connections.
" HEY! Watchout miss" a guy no more than six years younger than me shouts just before i collide with the very same dark corner i was hoping to escape to. Geez i hope no one noticed that.
I dared the smallest of glances over my shoulder and sure enough, a good portion of those in the ball room were searching around to seek out this klutzy damsel in distress. i swiftly turned and re mixed with a closeby crowd to avoid further indignation. All because I was rambling in my head again. I get much too lost in my thoughts sometimes. I'll just have to find some other secluded corner to hybernate in until this elegant excuse for a "party " is over.
Ew! okay I really need to stop being such a grouch and liven up alittle. This looks like a job for Vodka. I slowly made my way towards the huge northern most center were I spotted that waiter with the martinis. After I made sure there was absolutely no way for me to further embarrass myself I politely tapped his rather large broad shoulder.
"excuse me, could I please take two of those drinks off your hands." After hearing my voice he turned a bit too fast for my liking and made eye contact with me. "ummm uh sorry about that one miss"
hmmmm miss? Where have i heard that word? ah ha! Now i know why i happened to remember his exact location! this is the same punk that announced my earlier mishap to the world. he seemed to recognize me at the same moment and a somewhat sly sheepish smile took over his dimpled face. "uh sorry about that too I guess hehehe yeeeeeaaaah" he said looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. He looked and probabily felt awkward and uncomfortable. Good! serves em right!.
"You..." I all but growled out giving him my best evil eye. it seemed to have worked its charm because it caused him to slightly shiver and blush a bit. "I'm soo so sorry! I didn't mean to blurt it out, but I never would have got to you in time. I mean I know I shouldn't tell you of all people what to think but.." he looked back down towards my face "wouldn't you rather have me shout than to have you crash into a wall that you seemed to be staring directly at. if you ask me I'd say that that would have been waaaay more embarrassing. hahahaha"
