𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 109 | A Tease

Sadness washed over me as I realized we couldn't be seen together.

"Till later." Aizawa smirked, winking at me playfully, proving my thought correct.

"Till later." I sighed, letting him walk ahead and not following until minutes after he rounded the corner.

I seethed, and felt my stomach tighten, why am I being so difficult?

I kept up a steady pace down the hallways, my heels clicking.

I wanted it to be a fuck just as much as him, what's my fucking problem? Do I really want to be seen with him that bad? Mark my territory?

Well I mean I certainly don't want him fucking anyone else if he's going to be fucking me. Would that mean I'd want us to be fuck-sclusive? This is stupid.

I groaned, then gained composure again.

I got to the tall double doors of the party and stopped, with my hands on the handles. I could hear some faint music and started to feel a rush of anxiety for many reasons. First of all this dickhead wanted me to be his plus-1 to this damn party. Second of all we are going our opposite ways and not being seen together at said party? How does that even count as his plus-1? Oh, whatever, it's time to have at least a little fun, it's been a shit week.

I roll my eyes and push open the double doors.

I noticed that the party had already started, the flurry of people and mixed blasting music hit my senses. I stared around then checked the time on the phone clutched in my hand. It was 7, I was an hour late. Great, what a fuck-up. That was selfish of me. I'd decided to get my nails done and pretty myself up instead of arriving early to be there for the surprise. Though I suppose Aizawa was late as well, hopefully that doesn't look too obvious.

I stared around, realizing quite a few eyes were on me as I still stood in front of the doors, alone. More eyes than I generally liked.

I quickly became extra conscious of the eyes and sped forward, instantly zeroing in on the table for food. I paced over and stopped in front of it, barreled with array of at least a hundred different foods to choose from. I picked a small cake, finishing it before I stopped in front of the punch bowl.

I looked up to see a short man smile at me shyly, the pinkish light to the large room made it hard for me to tell if his face was just naturally that flushed. I smiled sweetly back as he filled my cup which I followed with a thank you before leaving the table.

The dress isn't itchy or anything but I'm just feeling rather itchy in general. I'm nervous, that's obvious. I decide to step back into a flurry of people and take in the room.

The room is extremely tall, I didn't even know this room existed, it wasn't on their website. The ceiling was adorned with random colored streamers and strobe lights. The roof had a dome glass showing half of the moon. The room had an obvious pink tint I noticed before I came in. The pink light was soft but vibrant, it gave everyone a mystical tint and left sparkles on dresses with an extra glitz. I looked around to see a Dj lifted on a platform that had curled porcelain stairs on each side leading up to it.

The whole room was an obvious white marble with very tall pillars here and there. There were tables on each side, holding foods or presents and on one side a gigantic cake.

My eyes had adjusted easily to the array of colorful lights but mostly focusing on keeping everything pink tinted. I let my gaze avert to the dance floor where there were people dancing in circles, switching and turning between people. I felt a yearning to jump in and be apart of it but I quickly let that go and stood by a nearby pillar. Of course, let's go with the loner appearance, always the winner.

I held the flute of punch and sipped on it, instantly tasting the obvious tang of liquor. Maybe it was some type of cherry, I couldn't really tell.

I tried to restrain myself from searching for Aizawa but it was no use as I subconsciously let my eyes wander.

My eyes would stop and stare at some people I recognized and would instantly widen as I lingered. I let myself drink in the outfits of men and women here, some with even more skin showing than me. Which made me feel a little better about my dress, my breasts being the obvious star of it. Everyone looked expensive and it almost made me feel out of place until that thought was let go.

Aizawa. My eyes bore into him as he was conversing with the birthday boy himself. The pink did him all the justice anyone could ever wish for as it made his features more prominent. He had unbuttoned his suit jacket and was holding a glass of amber liquid. His eyes were dark and amused as he let Present Mic speak. Aizawa was leaned on a wall, very interested in everything Present Mic was offering up. I ogled for a while before my stare was cut off by a man the same height as me.

I had to physically refrain from insultingly rolling my eyes by the unexpected interruption so I smiled through gritted teeth instead.

He smiled and I noticed rather quickly he was pretty attractive. He had dark blonde hair by what I could recognize and a golden boy smile. His genuine smile was contagious and left me genuinely smiling back.

This man was undoubtedly attractive.

"Hey." He was still smiling, he had dimples too, both hands behind his back, and his posture was tall even though he was the same height as me in these heels. Maybe even a little shorter if my eyes didn't deceive me in this light.

"Hi." I said, still wary even by the off putting appearance. I don't recognize this man at all.

"Sorry, I just saw you standing here, alone." He let out, allowing humor color his words, it eased me a bit. "Boyfriend late?"

"No, no boyfriend." I stated, schooling my features to hide my distaste in the thought.

I didn't ignore the corner of his smile crook up a bit.