One Last Hope

Chapter 17

⭐"It's been a year of intense growth, you should be proud of yourself for how far you've come."⭐
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Looking up, I see Drogo coming into the bar with his friends.

I try to pretend I haven't seen him but something happens. The room becomes tense. Drogo has the kind of aura that makes people turn towards him.

I hear him mumble something but I can't clearly make out what he's saying. I can feel him gazing at me.

He attracts me like a magnet. As I look up, I already know I'm making a mistake, but I fall into the trap and stupidly plunge my eyes into his.

I feel something of an electric shock his gaze is so intense. For a moment the bustle of the bar seems to disappear.

I don't look down. I just stare at him with a kind of fascination.

I can't help it, he literally hypnotises me with his bewitching look, and I suddenly want to be near him.

I lay my face in my hands and let out a long sigh. I should find him unbearable and yet I can't hate him. Far from it...

He smirks a little as his friends order beers. I swallow, uncomfortable, and look around me.

I try to see if other people have seen his sudden interest in me, but no one seems to have noticed.

Turning my head again in his direction, I notice that he hasn't taken his eyes off me.

Sarah waves her hand in front of my eyes.

Sarah: "Hey, Nora..."

Nora: "Yes, sorry, I'm listening..."

Sarah: "What the hell was that?"

Nora: "We only exchanged a look, nothing to get het up about!"

Sarah: "Yeah... there's a look and a look..."

I don't answer but glance over in the direction of Drogo. He still has his eyes on me...

His thoughtful air intrigues me. It almost seems like he's playing a role. I decide to ignore him.

Why is it so difficult?

My mind remains focused on Drogo. His friends are real bad boys, but he's different, there's something else...

It's as if there's some kind of wild maturity in him, a buried anger.

His small group settles at a pool table, just behind us. Difficult to think that Drogo chose it by chance. There are other tables farther away... Is he goading me?

I observe them for a while, Drogo clearly calls the tune.

Sarah: "He really is unbearable."

Nora: "I don't know..."

Sarah: "Are u kidding? As soon as he goes anywhere, he gets noticed..."

I suddenly find Sarah's attitude a bit out-dated. After all, he does have the right to go out and have fun with his friends.

Ok... they're just a little noisy...

I hear him ironically encourage one of his friends to shoot. Apparently, pool isn't his strong point.

Drogo shakes his head, still sporting his little smile. He seems to enjoy making fun of everything and everyone. I have a strange feeling as if he... wasn't of this world.