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II creep, not radiohead

LIKA

Mary stays true to her word. It's twenty minutes into the party, and she's yet to leave my side, despite the fact that her boyfriend has been begging her to dance with him since the second we arrived.
I feel like a jackass.
"Okay, this is ridiculous. Go dance with Gio already." I have to shout in order to be heard over the music.
"Naah, it's fine," Mary shouts back. "I'll just chill here with you."
Right, because lurking against the wall like a creeper and and standing awkwardly against a wall is way more fun, than spending time with her boyfriend.
The club is teeming with people.
Everywhere I look, I see people dancing and laughing and shooting the shit.
And poor Mary is stuck to me like Velcro, unable to enjoy a second of the party she wanted to go to.
"Go," I urge her. "Really. You haven't seen Gio since midterms started. You deserve to spend some quality time with your man."
She hesitates.
"I'll be fine. I'll go refill my drink at the bar. Maybe flirt with bartender too."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I came here to socialize, remember?" Grinning, I give her a tiny smack on the butt. "Get outta here, babe."
She grins back and starts to walk away, then holds up her iPhone and waves it in the air. "SOS if you need me," she calls out. "And don't leave without telling me!"
The music drowns out my response, but she catches my nod before she hurries off. I see her brunette head weaving through the crowd, and then she's at Gio's side and he's happily dragging her into the throng of dancers.
See? I can be a good friend too.
i buy my new drink and return to the my place.
couldn't flirt with a bartender though, considering he was some old man in his forties.
Stifling a sigh, I hunker down in my little corner and spend the next few minutes people watching.
When several guys glance my way with unabashed interest, I have to curse myself for allowing Mary to choose my outfit tonight. This dress hugs my curves more tightly than I'm comfortable with, and the black heels I paired it with make my legs look a lot longer than they actually are.

"Hey"
I turn my head as a guy with wavy brown hair and light-blue eyes sidles up to me.
He's wearing a polo shirt and holding a red plastic cup in his hand, and he's smiling at me as if we know each other.
"Uh. Hey," I answer.
When he notices my quizzical expression, his smile widens.
"I'm Dato. Are you from around here?"
"uhm no. here for the summer."
"cool."
I nod, shifting in discomfort, because his gaze has already lowered to my chest a dozen times in the five seconds we've been talking.
men.
He pauses as if he's trying to think of something else to say. I can't think of anything either because I suck at small talk. If he was someone I was interested in, I'd ask him about his classes, or if he has a job, or what kind of music he's into, but my mind seems to wander back to my ex. He was the first and the last guy I've ever dated. My every first was with him.
apparently, we weren't exclusive and i was just a toy for him.
And the man like him wouldn't even look in a direction of the girl like me.
fortunately, i gave him big slap across his face and dumped his sorry ass.
Even thinking about him makes me wanna throw up in my mouth. I sip on my alcohol and turn my gaze onto guy i just met.  Oh, he's still talking.
"sorry, i didn't catch that."
"i said, do you wanna dance with me?"
hell no.
"actually, my friend is searching for me." I'm lying, cause this guy makes me uncomfortable and im trying to get away from him. "It was nice to meet you,..." i pause. Well, this is awkward.
"Dato." He reminds me.
"It was nice to meet you, dato."
not really.

Texting Mary "chilling outside. Im ok." I wander off, because this drink made me tipsy and i don't wanna embarrass myself in front of these people. I tend to do that a lot when im drunk.
since the club is literally at the beach, I needed couple of seconds to go over there and sit down.
The sea is calm and the full moon makes it sparkle. The sound of waves gentle caress upon the shore, noise of rocks crashing each other fill my ears. I realize im all alone, or it seems like it, cause darkness surrounds me. Sound of music out of the club echoes and i hear "Starboy" by Weeknd playing.

i remember being here with my ex-boyfriend. It's crazy, that last summer we were spending time here, and now im sitting and sulking over him. Alone. Happy memories we both shared with each other make my heart ache.
how could he throw it all away so easily?
how could he go behind my back and play me like that ?
had i meant nothing to him at all?

In my mind, I hear the words he said to me in the middle of that party while he had his arm around another girl.
I never said we were exclusive. You did.
I'm bored.
Girls like you don't end up with guys like
те.

Tears sting my eyes. I try really hard not to let them slip. Not over that piece of shit.
It's okay, no one is here. My inner voice says.
I blink and they start to pour. I really, really hope no one hears me crying my heart out on a Saturday night.

"Miss, do you need any help?" I hear a male voice approach me from behind. "Are you alright here?" He must not be from here, cause i notice his strong accent, making him kinda hard to understand.

Of course some creep would come up to me at the time like this.
Fuck my life