Lost Lovers

2

I hate my stupid luck. Who I thought would never see again was, once again, in the same party as me, dancing with another pretty girl. This time, Asher was wearing a more casual outfit, keeping the basic black suit and black pants. Resuming, he was way prettier this time. His hair was brighter, a chocolate tone instead of the dark brown that was apparent in the first party. His smile shone with the million candles from the chandelier above him. But this time I wouldn't make myself a fool again. I will be like my mother wants me to be. If Asher wants to talk to me, then he will need to come to me first. I might be a fool but not fooled twice.

I went to the drinks table and started talking to a blond girl, who looked really happy that I approached her. Her hair was a similar tone to mine, her skin was as pale as the white walls of this place. I grabbed a drink for myself and to her and asked if she would want to go outside to talk, which she accepted. As we were leaving the room, she started talking about a subject which I never really cared about, so I just pretended that I cared while looking around the room to see if I could find someone.

I shivered when we went outside, cursing myself for not bringing another coat. We stopped by a large fountain, sitting side by side by the border. I didn't know where to look to not look uninterested or awkward, my eyes switching between my lap and her green eyes. She kept talking about that one subject, but this time, more calmly, getting closer to me bit by bit. I think my mom was right after all. I should have stopped being an idiot and talk to people, seeing how easy this is being. I'd get myself rid of so many arguments if I did this earlier.

I cut the last few fingers of distance between us, kissing her. The kiss was dull, no spark could be felt from it. But at least I think she liked it, since she continued it, placing her hand on my cheek. I pulled away as I heard a gasp coming from in front of me. Upon opening my eyes I catch a glimpse of Asher running away in the distance. I excused myself to the bathroom, leaving the girl alone outside. I know I shouldn't have done this, but I needed to see the brunette again. I needed to talk to him, so I went to the bathroom. He'd probably be there already.

I entered the bathroom, Asher was already there like I thought he'd be. Before I'd done anything, a toilet flushed and an old man came out of one of the stalls, washed his hands and left without a word. The moment the door closed I walked up to Asher and kissed him. He retrieved it, putting my hands on his waist and his hands around the back of my neck. The kiss was nothing like the one I just had with that girl, whose name I still don't know. It was nothing like I've ever had. It was fast but romantic in a certain way, needy but not much. Our tongues intertwined like two pieces of a puzzle, swirling around each other perfectly. I felt like throwing up, the butterflies in my stomach tickling its walls. Asher pulled away, both of us breathless. A few minutes after catching enough air to properly talk, the brunette slaps my face.

-"Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"- I asked, covering my face

-"What is wrong with me? You should ask that to yourself? What the fuck were you doing with that girl? I thought you were almost head over heels for me during the last party! Are you a whore or something?"- He questioned

-"What the fuck, no! Even if I was, that gives you no reason to slap me"- I sneered

-"I know, I hit you because I felt too"- Asher smirked before leaving the bathroom.

Alone again, I laid against the wall, sliding to the floor. Was Asher jealous? Why would he be? I should head back outside, but that girl was probably talking to some other dude already so I decided to go find my sister instead. I had too much in my head to need to worry about some random girl. Entering the main room, I found Elani sitting at the corner alone, so I grabbed and headed to the exit, our carriage already waiting for us outside.

-"Where is mom?"- I asked as we sat in the vehicle.

-"With that man from the last party"- Was all I needed to hear to know what may be happening somewhere in this place. Elani laid on my lap, falling asleep quickly. As much as I would want to do the same, my mind rushed with questions and flashbacks from the bathroom. I don't know why I bother so much, something in me makes me want to know why he acts this way around me. I can't tell if Asher hates me or wants to be with me.

Two hours later my mother arrives, barking that we should have waited for her inside. During the way home she kept mumbling how ungrateful we were or asking if we found someone. Both me and Elani kept silent, not wanting to talk with our mother. Mom always finds something to pick on, even when something isn't problematic like my tie being too boring or Elanis' dress not being her color even though she was the one to choose the dress. Upon reaching home, me and Elani run to each other's rooms, not wanting to spend another minute hearing our mother, laying on our beds and falling asleep deeply.