Chains and rains

4. Actually don't

Vegas's POV :

You could call me the classic introvert. Cause i was one. The one who liked reading. Spending quiet time, hated dancing and HATES parties.

I think all this while picking up another glass from the counter at my cousin Kinn's party. I look everywhere until i saw a familiar face... Pete was it? I recall as if I ever forgot....

I've been thinking about him, as if my will was the slave of my own mind. After that day in the cafeteria, i saw him quite a lot, on the posters of some band i don't keep up with, around the clg doing goofy stuff and fooling around with his friends.

I kept stealing glaces at him the the campus, sometimes laughing to myself, sometimes having an urge to take him away and only keep that part of his to myself, and then afterwards beating myself over thinking about a rude unknown boy who's apparently creepy too.

When i see him stupidly sketching at a party i firstly laugh it off a little thinking of the new levels of absurdity I was seeing at a party.

But then that little glace turned into an observation. And unconsciously I leaned on the wall from where his side profile was visible clearly. And also the drinks counter was just besides. So convenient.

Time flowed just as smoothly how the martini's flowed through my throat and started hitting my head a little. I can't remember the last time i got drunk cause usually I hate alcohol but today it surprisingly tasted sweet.

Sweeter than the urges i had when i was watching Pete. And also a bitter reminder to myself of the day when i was rude to him for no reason. Oh how much did i beat myself over that one moment....

And then when i glace at him again, our eyes meet. He saw me!! Oh shit......is it time to be casual?? Or look away? Looking away it is.
Damn how do introverts get into a relationship??

Before my brain could work he came to me and started acting like a sweet cupcake. But i ignored him cause i was too dizzy to control myself and could end up doing something which won't be any good to him.

So i walk towards the kitchen and try to find a lemon so that i could come into my senses. Those vodka shots were sure devil's sweat cause i just can't stop thinking about-

"AAAHH" Pete screams and i look down at my hands and the knife i was holding full of blood.

I jump back a little when he screams not cause i got surprised but i got frightened..... And all the blood was not helping at all....
And i get sudden flashbacks...

I shake my head real hard and look at Pete who was now screeching, holding his fingers close to him, and being a fool not washing them. So i walk towards him really fast and speak, unconsciously pointing the knife at him which was the second most stupid drunk thing i did ofcourse the first being cutting his fingers accidently.

I panic and speak "I told you to excuse me didn't i?? Now look you're bleeding-"

"SLAP* a medium power blow was thrown accross my face which made me 80% sober I'd say...

But, pete slapped me??

Author's POV :

Only silence was heard after that loud thud that has just thrown accross the face of Vegas, the Vegas that apparently our pete was scared of.

Vegas looked up at Pete in confusion and also a little care and pete started sobbing and speaking "DON'T TOUCH ME Vegas, AND DON'T EVEN COME NEAR ME." And he pushed the man, apparently named Vegas, away.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down while Vegas was still shocked from the slap and from the name he heard leaving Pete's lips as he felt as if pete just found out his name. And that too in a very hurtful manner.

Pete opened his eyes after a minute and spoke "If i was staring at you, what was the need to be rude in that? If i greeted you, what was the need to act as if you hate me? And if i only asked you about your father out of concern, WHAT WAS THE NEED TO POINT A KNIFE AT ME AND SAY IM JUST A PET????" He screamed that last part which cracked Vegas's heart.

And then huge sobs which were trying to be muffled by his own hand started coming out of Pete's mouth. Looking at the mess Pete was, Vegas started tearing up badly too, became like a helpless person who's dearly is dying in front of him but he doesn't know what to do.

And not even a minute later Pete walked out of the kitchen, and out of the whole place.

He couldn't think about Porsche, or even himself right now, all he could think about was that pete.