Chapter 11- A Date to Escape
I was currently sorting out the new items in the stock room while Mia handled the customers. I really wasn't in the mood to socialise with anyone; this was the reason I decided to sort this huge pile of items while I occupied myself with my thoughts. It has been three days since the night I saw Vincent kissing another girl; I still haven't understood why I felt so upset and jealous. The only reason I could muster up to help me sleep at night was; I felt that way because I have grown to like Vincent and him having a girl meant, not spending time together which means I would feel alone once again.
Mia walked in, "It's quiet out there." She said and sat on the stool next to me.
"You could help me out here." I stated while I put all the party wear in one pile.
"Sure." She muttered before she reluctantly got off the stool and started to rummage through the clothes.
"What's up?" I asked, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.
"Just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Tell me about it." I sighed.
"What's your reason?" She asked curiously.
"I just had a really bad nightmare." I stated breathlessly, as I picked up a stack of jumpsuits and moving it to the other side of the room.
I didn't feel like telling anyone about my feelings and emotions I was feeling at the moment. Knowing the small circle I hang out with, they will soon find out. They can never keep secrets, they have to indulge it with someone and that someone has to tell another someone, this then leads all of us knowing the gossip. I honestly didn't feel like broadcasting my selfish feelings to anyone at the moment, I just need to grow up and realise I can't expect Vincent to be there for me all the time; he has a life of his own.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you know who." Mia's cheeks tinted pink as she spoke.
"Are you still trying to find the mysterious guy?"
She nodded her head vigorously. "Yes. I am not giving up yet. I felt this connection between us which I never felt before."
"You hardly uttered two words to him." I pointed out.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean anything. When he looked at me my breath hitched and my heart sped up. That was only with eye contact; just imagine if I had a chance to talk to him." Mia spoke those words as she stared in to space with a smile.
I couldn't help but admire her determination to find her mysterious man who she believes is her dream guy. I really wish she finds him and has her happy ending but I couldn't help but think maybe he is not the guy she believes him to be. She hasn't chatted to him and with a few seconds intense eye contact doesn't determine if he is the one. However, I kept this pessimistic thought to myself. I didn't want to discourage her, just because the guys I always met were jerks doesn't mean her mysterious guy would be the same. She deserves to be happy and I will ensure I will be there step by step encouraging her to find him.
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