The Mistake

(2) Meeting Miss Perfect

Castro's POV

"There he is!" I swiveled around to see my drunken Mother gripping the shocked and confused girl's forearm. 

When they got closer, I saw that the girl was pretty beautiful. With her brown/blond hair, green smoky eyes, high cheekbones she definitely got stares especially from the men. I studied her carefully, she looks so familiar, it feels like I know her. Yes! I know her she's-

"Castro I want you to meet Amelia's beautiful daughter, Alana Spencer" Mom giggles like a kid and swishes away. Alana Spencer, Miss Perfect, never makes a mistake, always picture perfect. Shame she's such a looker but sadly I hate fucking Miss Perfect and her bitchiness. 

"Alana, Alana, Alana. You didn't have to stalk me you know, you could just have told me that you wanted to see this pretty face" I laughed, amused.

Alana laughed humourlessly, gaining more attention from the men around us. I even noticed how some inched closer maybe because they find Alana attractive or simply because they're nosy people who can't fucking mind their bussiness, but either ways I don't like it.

"Don't be such a bastard Grey. We've only met for five minutes and I wanted to kill you already. My! You have such wonderful talent you're parents must be proud of you for having such a rare talent" She laughed sarcastically, throwing her head back, revealing her long, graceful neck.

"Pray, tell me what talent is it?" I say huskily inching closer. She grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter before taking a step and boldly took a step towards me

"The talent to piss off people" she whispered, her hot breath fanning in my ear. "Don't be too full of yourself Grey"

"Are we talking about something more... exciting?" I whispered in her ear, noticing how her heart beats faster with every word I say.

"Trust Castro Grey to think about those" she took a sip again of her champagne. I smirked when I saw her almost gulp the whole flute.

"Aww" I cooed "Is Alana Spencer drinking her champagne because she is too nervous to talk to me? I've heard how alcohol boosts your confidence level though"

A scowl slips in her beautiful features.

"Pssh, don't boost your ego. I just needed something to hold before my hands find their way to your face. It's a miracle it's not breaking. You do know Castro I'm using all my willpower not to-" 

"Not to jump on me, right here, right now. Aren't I right?"  I say smugly, enjoying her enraged expression

"No. I meant not to punch and kill you right here in this very place" she said dryly. I was about to say something back when my annoying mother's voice reached beside me

"You know there's a slow song coming. Why don't you and Alana dear go dance and loosen up   some booty baby!" she slurred, alcohol stinking out of her mouth. I clenched my jaw,  and my hands curled into fists. She and dad must have had another arguement that was yet to be continued later. My mother was too caught up in a con called 'love'. Love, yeah right! Although I'm not a believer in love but I'm sure as hell it ain't love when the person that you presented before the altar, vowed to stay with him forever through thick and thin is constantly cheating on you. Mom took the 'through the thick and thin' pretty seriously. Alana noticed my stiff stance and immediately assumed it was because of her, although that would be a pretty good excuse but it's not about her.

"Can I have this dance?" I asked, extending my hand. She hesitatingly put her hand over mine. I noticed how warm her hand is, how it perfectly fits my hand but what do you expect, she's Ms. Perfect, I'd bet  she'd always apply something to her hands or something.