𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹

Chapter 𝟚

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When I decided glaring at the man was enough, I turned my head, planning to walk out of this place. Just when I was about to leave the kitchen, I bumped into two boys. They both wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders.

     The one on the right had brown hair that was styled into a quiff with some strands falling out. He had hazel eyes that were shining with the dim light reflecting on them with crinkles surrounding them and, his mouth twitched up in a smile showing his perfectly white teeth.

     In the middle was a guy taller than the other. His head was bent down and I couldn't see his face clearly. Though, he had this curly hair, which reached his shoulders, with a nice shade of brown.

     The duo looked up at me with looks that indicated they were hammered. I could now see the boy's eyes clearly: his pupils a beautiful forest green shade. His eyes were glistening with humor and his cheeks were hollowed with dimples as his teeth made an appearance in between his reddish-pink lips.

He was pretty. I thought, catching myself staring at the boy who was so lost in his own world. Coughing, I quickly averted my eyes away.

     "Sorry, mate," The boy with hazel eyes mumbled.

     Before I could assure them that it was okay, the lovely-looking boy gagged once and started throwing up all over my chest. Looking at him, my shocked expression slowly turned into an irritated one and, soon enough, I was fuming. When he finished his vomiting session on my favorite shirt, he brought the back of his hand, which was full of rings, to the corner of his mouth, slowly wiping it.

     "Uh," He started, looking at me with apologetic eyes. "S-sorry,"

I clenched my fists so tight I could feel my nails painfully dig into my palms; though, I didn't let go. My anger increased the more I stared at the gooey substance on my chest, filthying my favorite piece of clothing. My nostrils were quickly filled with the smell of vomit that was mixed with a hint of alcohol. Any other voice tuned out and it was just my loud breathing now. I glanced up at the boy to find a mortified look on his face, his lips continuously moving in multiple sorry's.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shouted. "You don't just go up and fucking throw up on any stranger you see, you fucking douchebag!"

     Fuming, I stood there for a moment, my blue eyes staring at the pair of green eyes before me. My chest heaved up and down as I not only saw the a pair of brown eyes staring at me from the corner of my eyes but also could feel several other stares at the scene.

     Slowly, my anger disappeared and I started feeling self-conscious about the eyes digging holes in me. My firm expression faltered and, glancing at the green-eyed mystery boy who just emptied his alcohol and lunch on me, I no longer felt anger towards him; instead, I felt embarrassment slowly crawl into me because of the outburst I just had.

     I was quite shocked at the fact that, locking eyes with the beautiful stranger, he, deep down, had a mere hint of worry in his eyes. It was not sympathy as I, of all people, know what a look of sympathy is.

     Staring back at his eyes, a warm feeling started filling my chest. A single worried expression on a stranger's face brought me so much peace. I missed this expression. I did. Oh, how beautiful it is for someone to be worried about you.

Don't be stupid.

It's just a stranger who you just encountered.

He will never be worried about you.

You just mistook a look of detest with a look of worry.

How can he be worried about you? You just shouted at and cursed him.

You aren't worthy of people's concern.

People are always the same, pulling a concerned and caring mien.

They all end up being assholes who will eventually hurt you.

     I felt tears well up in the corners of my eyes and, before a tear could slip, I turned away and lunged at my full speed, heading to the exit of the house.

Thoughts? x