Mosaicked Feelings

XI: Champagne Problems

I was speechless.

"This is the Cupid's arrow in my Achilles heel. A confusing feeling of sadness just to feel happy, a feeling that happened through eyes, but is only felt through heartbeats. A song, worth the lyrics but having bad melody, there's no synopsis of the ending of this ever-changing story." His thick voice spoke, flowing smoothly with the melody of his guitar. His ring-cladded fingers skillfully worked their way with the guitar strings, and the small tight strap of the guitar adjusted across his tall frame.

If possible, I would've dug up a grave and buried myself in there from the awkwardness. I didn't even know how I was supposed to react as I sat there, staring back at him startled, like a child whose getting their birthday party celebrated and doesn't know what to do. He had planned it all out for me before.

I didn't even know he knew how to play guitar. I didn't even know anything about him, to begin with. I looked around and spotted some students, even Marilyn, clapping at him for flexing his talents.

Edward pulled the guitar down, smiling at everyone appreciatively before his gleaming eyes caught mine.

"That was so cool! You should play the guitar more often, dude," one of the guys in the back applauded, and the surrounding boys cheered. After a while, the chatter died down just like the game, which I was thankful for and swore never to participate in again. I already had this ticking feeling brimming inside of me that what everyone must think of me after this whole fiasco between Drake and me, and now Edward. I just felt like I must've come off very attention seeking and I didn't like that one bit.

I was relieved when a few students even went away in boredom to get themselves drinks and play better games. I just cowered in my seat, unusually quiet and picking at a loose finger skin, while constantly checking the time on my phone without any reason.

Edward must've noticed my discomfort and he let the surrounding people desert away in the room before he accompanied me. Seating right beside me, I sighed heavily, trying to undo my nerves.

"Didn't take you as such a great poet." I sheepishly complimented, earning a proud grin from him, his white teeth flashing.  I had to admit, I was slowly developing a liking towards Edward, but just as the liking grew, so did the feelings of fearfulness of what could've been and the anxiety of never being good enough. I held his gaze a little longer, searching his eyes possibly for why he would do this for me, out of all people. He was everything, had everything, and I was nothing. 

"Oh, it's all on the subject of the art," he told with a certain formality, making me lightly chuckle. "I'm sorry besides, if there was anything that made you uncomfortable."

"You did not... Tonight was quite the night for me, especially after what Drake said," I mentioned carefully. "He must hate me now, but I'm more concerned about how everyone else must've felt about me,"

"Why would they think anything about you? If anything they should be weirded out by his confession. It was rude." His tightly clenched jaw made me believe he was more upset than he was letting on, considering they were best friends.

"I don't know." I scowled to myself, looking down at the floor, kicking a stray piece of confetti.

"I'm sorry for whatever he did honestly, he ruined everything." He threw off his last piece of cigarette.

"It's not his fault, it's okay," I assured. "It kind of reminded me of my ex, but thankfully Drake didn't act like that," I blurted before realising, I revealed a little too much. "Anyways how are you?" I miserably failed at diverting the topic.

"Your ex?" He picked up, surprised by the revelation.

"It's nothing, I don't know why I said that." I fake laughed as a hint to drop the topic.