Choices We Cant Make

three: red

I feel- radiating. As if, a single, long flash of light sprayed my body - even in the darkest hour of the night - I feel like a celebrity.

I am standing near my parking lot , assuming Blue knows I still live here.

But it isn't Blue who abruptly stops the massive car in front of me.

It is Jack.

Why is Jack here? Sam is the "close associate"

NOT JACK.

But-

For some reason, I am not that much annoyed seeing Jack. I am not upset about Sam's absence. I murmur "its good he isn't here he would have fallen all over me, again."

Too much self confidence, huh violet?

"You look like you are the boss." Jack compliments.

"Thank you Jack. You look sharp."

He does NOT look sharp. I have a limited sense in fashion myself, but I am not that dumb to wear an orange shirt over blue shorts and call it a night.

Anyways, apart from his attire there are many things I like about him.

I like how protective he is of Sam. He was the first person to know about us from Sam. Sam shared every plight and every pride with him.

They were the perfect couple. A better couple than what we could have ever been.

Jack had always been a little over protective of Sam. When we broke up, Jack showed his worst side to the me.

ANYWAYS

When we make way to the entrance, an old man asks for my coat. I of course retaliate. I do not wish to give away the little piece of clothing that hides my breasts - something unflattering dOES not require the flattery.

Jack isn't wearing a coat- he is wearing whatever he is wearing. When I turn around to see him, Jack has already dispersed. His orange shirt isn't at sight, and his blue shorts leave no part of him noticeable.

I give up and hand over my coat. I can feel it,

I can feel the air rush against me. I can suddenly feel my breasts cupped and accentuated. I can feel the air kiss my navel, and run against my red laces.

I can feel a breathe- a breathe I was familiar with-

I turn back,

It is him

HIM

MY SAM.

"You look amazing. WOAH" he says aloud.

I am instantly pissed. That "woah" came off a little too creepy. It felt as if, he was falling back again.

"You look good, Where is Jack?" I ask

He does look good. He is wearing a dark grey coat set with a black shirt and a dark black tie. His shoes are shining glitter. It looks like a tux- but it seems less formal.

His hair is gelled the proper amount - naturally left curled around the edges. He hasn't dyed his beautiful dark mahogany hair.

His eyes- green, look even better under the lights of the event.

""Jack had just come to drop you off for the charity"

CHARITY EVENT.

"What's this event about?"

"Hypertension, I thought you were aware"

Hypertension. Sam escorts me towards the white tables, which are surrounded by posh fat women - who all chose to wear satin tonight. They are old ladies, probably business enthusiasts. I am a mere writer who edits poetry.