"(y/n) (y/s). It is so good to see you." Gemma said with a fake smile as she handed me a name tag.
I held back my frown, "Yes, it's good to see you too." I blatantly lied. She was one of those snotty popular girls back in school, and we didn't get along. So I wasn't going to try to get along with her now.
"It is actually surprising to see you here. You haven't shown up to any of the past reunions." Why was she still talking to me?
Pushing away the urge to roll my eyes I answered her, "My job didn't allow me to get here." This was half true. After school, I went to University for Communications Studies. Then I got a job at a popular Publishing Agency as the head editor. A short time after that, I wrote a book and it got pretty popular.
"Oh yes, I read your book. It was. Interesting." Here we have it. The snotty Gemma has emerged.
"Thanks." I said before walking away from her so she couldn't say anything else to me.
I didn't want to be here. I only came for an old high school friend who was dying to see me. Unfortunately she had to cancel on me because her young daughter was sick. By that time I had already checked into the hotel and it was too late to catch a flight back home.
If I just ignore Gemma and her group of friends, I should be alright.
Nope, I still didn't want to be here.
No one of importance was going to show up. Of course I was hoping one guy in particular would show up, but I doubt he would bother. He had gotten really famous since I last saw him. I had a huge crush on him back in school, because we both did drama together and back than I could tell he was an amazing actor. He never noticed me, but that didn't matter. The man I am talking about is none other than Tom Hiddleston.
Back when we attended school together, he had a head of curly blonde hair and was always the sweetest boy you could ever meet. I knew that he was still a sweetheart, but he has since cut off his curls for the various roles he has played. Don't get me wrong, he is attractive with and without his curls.
I shook him out of my thoughts and made my way to the bar. If I was going to last the night, I would need drinks. A lot of them. This was going to be a long night. Making the night worse was the fact that my boyfriend of two years had broken up with me about a week ago. He was originally going to come with me, but well that didn't work out. Just like our relationship.
I sighed and ordered myself a drink.
The first half hour was absolute hell. Many of my old classmates felt the need to talk to me and ask me about my life and of course my writing career. I couldn't understand why they were so star-struck over a single book. It wasn't that popular. Back in school, none of these people even knew who I was, so that was another reason why I didn't understand why they were talking to me now.
Sometime later, they had finally stopped bothering me and were busy mingling among each other. Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out a way to escape.
"Hey (y/n)." Someone said sitting beside me at the bar.
I wanted to groan and tell them to leave me alone, well that was until I saw who it was. "Oh wow, Ian. It is so good to see you." I said to the man sitting beside me. "What are you doing here? Didn't you vow never to come to any reunions?"
He chuckled, "Yes I did, but obviously I couldn't keep that promise. My wife wanted me to come and well I just couldn't say no to her, especially when she is in the condition she is in." He explained.
I was a bit confused, "First question, who is your wife? Second question, what condition?"
Ian laughed, "I married Poppy King and well she is seven months pregnant." Just on cue Poppy waddled up to the two of us.
