what life has never shown

Chapter 2

Adrielle's POV

It's May 24, the moon ain't probably as bright as usual. I wonder if that street light is still dull.

11 pm.

Is there a brunette standing under the lamppost again, waiting for her 'sweetest pops' she said?

"Is this yours?" a blonde asks while holding a pack of cigarettes. It's mine indeed.

I don't believe she's nice. For sure, she's giving it back with the hope of being given some.

"Yeah, want some?" I offered it after pulling a piece of cigar.

"I don't smoke."

A smirk formed on my lips while I'm lightly tapping the cigarette butt on my thumb. "Why are you here in the smoking area, then?" I asked with my gaze pierced at her, trying to read her expression.

"I feel anxious inside..."

"I see. Enjoy plenty of time here." I picked up the cigarette pack to put it back in my bag, checking my things inside, making sure I'll leave nothing but the cigarette scent.

I spent almost half an hour here. I think it's time for me to go, also, I may not show it but I don't feel so good talking with random strangers at all. It feels weird. I can get along with my friend's common friends but only when I'm drunk.

They don't see me as the anxious type, the shy type-they see me as someone outgoing, someone who likes fun, someone who loses her mood often but someone who can make it up to that.

It's making me confused. As to what I really am.

I feel like I was a weirdo before but then, they happened. Them. My friends obviously. They happened and I kinda feel confident about my own.

"Lauren asked me why you suddenly chose to have a drink here, didn't you hate this so-called 'straight-couples paradise'?" Harper, poking fun at me again.

"I found out about the hospital nearby. It would be easy for us to bring her in there when the dilemma comes up." I said with a chuckle.

Harper handed me a shot of tequila, I gladly accepted it as we both look at the crowd. Looking at different faces. Looking, thinking differently.

I wonder what Harper thinks when she sees someone she never knew her whole life?

"I couldn't find Lauren at all, is she in a room with someone already?" she mumbled while squinting her eyes as she tried to look for that one friend of ours who couldn't keep herself behaved.

"Lauren will always be Lauren." I mumbled, "I'm gonna head out after this." I tossed back the shot of tequila. The burning sensation passes off my throat after squeezing a piece of lime on my mouth.

"Are you seeing someone already?" Harper asked.

"I'm not. If I do, you'll be the first one to know." I said, assuring her with a smile.

Harper is older than me and she's the older sister I never had growing up. I'm reckless and impulsive but Harper's always there to show her support to me. I think, I will always run to her when the chips are down. Always. I hope so?

"I thought you're gonna continue seeing that European girl."

"She's younger than me. No way I'm gonna date her." I said as my eyes wander on the crowd, remembering about the girl that Harper's referring to.

Yvan.

"You've developed a liking to her, no way that kind of reason would hold you back." she stated.