Burns

16.

The brunette standing in front of me was gorgeous. Her black dress hugged her perfectly and her shoulder-length waves were pinned to her sides.

"Are you from around here?" Her country accent wasn't unnoticed but it wasn't so bad. But her attempt at a conversation was faulty. I rose a brow at her and I'm sure she figured out the reason for it. "Sorry, I suck at conversations. I just wanted to say hi." 

I hummed in response. I wasn't really interested in her. I was patiently waiting for Brec to come back after that lady dragged her away. She made this party interesting for me and I found myself eagerly waiting to hear the rest of her stories. The thought of having to endure this awkwardness and anxiety alone, without a distraction, was tiring.

The girl, Amy, was very pretty but she didn't give the Fun, funny, crazy vibe that Brecley did. She looked too composed and calculated. She had me teeming with unease and tightness. In other words, she didn't string me the way Brecley did... or does? I wasn't sure anymore.

"You and Brecley?" She asked and I instantly remembered someone was standing by my side.

"What about it?" I asked.

"You're her boyfriend?" She asked a little displeased at saying the last word. Was she hopeful? I rose a brow at her but still answered, 

"I'm not." It was the truth. 

"Oh…" her face lit up instantly. She seemed relieved. I had no idea what was going on at the moment but I was secretly searching for a way out of the uncomfortable atmosphere I was currently in, "you're not from Arlington, yes?"

I suddenly found the wine forthcoming in this situation. I brought it to my lips and took a gulp. Surprisingly, it didn't taste sour. It actually tasted really good. I hummed, tapping my tongue against my palate silently to savour the taste. I should feel bad for ignoring her attempts at a stable conversation but hey, look at me... I barely have time for reality because my thoughts were always consuming. They made sure to remind me that a lot of things were different and I gave in to them. And not being a talker was not helping me either, nor was my inability to relax or bother to relax and notice her.

Of all thing involved, a little exposure... more brooding. I gritted my teeth and groaned at the little bastard I called my mind.

"I know, it's from the best brewery." Amy smiled at me and I hummed in response. "So uh… what's your name?" She faced me with an eager look. Her lashes slowly batted at me, giving me a view of her eyeliner.

"Kylo." I rasped, having my eyes stare ahead with at the people scattered around, with a hand in my pocket and the glass to my lips. I took a gulp and exhaled sharply.

She bit her lip and turned just in time to snag a glass of white wine from a waiter's tray. She brought the glass to her burgundy painted lips and took a slow sip, "that's a nice name and rare too. I don't think I've met any guy with such a name." She flashed me a sweet smile, "what does it mean?"

I looked away, bringing the glass to my lips in an attempt to take another gulp but to my dumb luck, it was finished. Just when I needed something to save me from the awkwardness and my lack of interest. I forced a reply out of me, "My sky light."

She beamed at me and smoothened the middle of her hair, her silver nails glistened with ever movement her fingers made. She stood gracefully with an elegant aura and a glass of wine in her left hand. She looked around and said, "everyone looks very dressed up. I expected nothing less from a fancy shindig..." she turned to me, "you look very handsome as well. Are you enjoying the party?" She gestured her fingers at the environment before me and the silver ring on her index finger glistened.