Heartfelt Transitions [First Draft]

Sixteenth

I watched as the 5'5 silhouette pushed through the drunk crowd and soon disappeared among it.

I chewed on my lower lip, wondering who the hell Cam was? And why was his text making her so anxious?

Since I wasn't a complete oblivious idiot, I had been noticing the subtle shift and discomfort she was starting to feel around her phone. Her dear phone which she always held on and used as an escape. As if she had rather just keep it aside if she could. Especially when it lit up.

Which was, I again press, very much unusual for her of all people.

"Woa, you look constipated, man."

Victoria's voice pulled me out of my mind, bringing me back to the dark disco lit room and making the noise of pop songs playing damn loud reach my ear.

I glanced at her, wiggling her eyebrows at me as she stood by my side.

I half sighed and half shrugged.

"And you aren't even denying it! What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, really," I said. "Go enjoy your party."

"Where's Adaira?"

"Washroom."

"Do you wanna talk about something? You look like."

Maybe.

I internally considered discussing it with Victoria. Maybe she knew what was up? Not that I wanted the details. No. That were Adaira's to give me. But.. I don't know? Reassurance? Hint?

Whoever the hell Cam was?

And what was he trying to fix?

"Maybe," I finally said. "I don't know."

"Jeez." She clamped on my arm and began to drag me. God, she could be really annoying. "Okay, you do need a talk."

In the next five minutes, I was hauled right to the opposite side of the room where the long table covered with linen cloth was cluttered with food and drinks.

"Aaaand," she finally added. "A drink."

I raised my eyebrows in a warning manner.

"Alright alright, tell me what it is," she said instead.

I licked my lips, leaning against the nearest wall, unsure. Very unsure.

"Do you know what's up with Adaira lately?"

"Huh, took the doubts right outta my mind."

"She has been very..." I hesitated. I didn't want Victoria to find out anything through me. Adaira would hate that. I knew very little, but that didn't mean it couldn't be important or way more to her.

"Restless, no?"

"Yeah. I feel like it's something related to the, uh.."

I trailed off again, wanting Victoria to finish the sentence so that I could be sure on which page she was– and if it was the same as me.

"The texts." Victoria narrowed her eyes. "I noticed. The person feeded as, ehh..."

Was she playing my tactic with me?

"Cam," I stated. "Cam and a pink heart right beside it."

Okay, that last part wasn't meant to be said aloud. Was I stupid or what?

But Adaira didn't do emojis. Not the sweet ones, anyway. Maybe a skull or running one here or there, but a heart emoji? And against a person's name?

"Do you have any clue who he is?" I asked, unable to hold back any longer.