P.S This song fits quiet well with the chapter.
Hope you guys like thisI'm pretty much sure it wasn't hard to figure out that I wanted to be alone but damn this guy. He wasn't really moving , nor was he saying anything but I could feel him staring at me .
It was really uncomfortable and annoying and I just wanted to smack him on his face but damn did I good job restraining myself.
It had been a good twenty minutes before my bladder decided it's the right time to pee. I just groaned .
I suppose I could give getting up a try again. I tried to get up and to my joy , I was able to stand up properly without any problem .
I was about to do a happy dance when I realized that he was still staring at me .
I just took a look at him and saw that he was also standing now, still glaring at me."Don't you know it's rude to stare" I said at last. It was really just all too uncomfortable for me.
He seemed surprised that I'd actually said something "First thing you speak to me and that too this? " He chuckled and then shook his head and continued " I'm not really staring at you , I'm just appreciating mother nature's gift." He finished with a smirk .
I just glared at him .
Seriously?
That was really lame.
I didn't bother with a reply and started walking ahead , not really sure where I was going.
Thankfully, he didn't attempt at making any conversation, I suppose he'd figured out that i wouldn't reply.I started to rummage my clutch for a cigarette and being the idiot I am , I'd forgotten to bring a lighter.
Damn me.
I started to curse internally ."Need me to light it for you princess ? " I heard him say. I had almost forgotten that he was next to me .
I just turned my head and nodded and he lit it and then handed it to me .I was feeling a little light headed and he must have noticed it since his hand grabbed my waist. I didn't protest since I was certain that if not for him , I'd probably fall.
We didn't really talk anymore.
It was just plain silence surrounding us which made it all the more easier for me to concentrate on his hand around my waist.I was feeling very uncomfortable.
I was about to push him away when he suddenly spoke.
"You never told me your name" his voice still holding that certain edge of huskiness.
We had almost reached back to the party and I could almost hear Anna lecturing me for not telling her that I was leaving."You never asked" I said.
"Well then sweetheart, what is your name" I could hear the sarcastic tone in his voice and chose to ignore it.
I was about to reply when my arm was suddenly yanked.
I looked at them and saw Anna glaring daggers at me."Damn woman , way to be gentle." I said.
If looks could kill I'd be way below hell."Where the hell were you? I'd been looking for you since the past hour." she whisper yelled.
An hour!!?
I hadn't realized that I'd gone that long.
I turned my head to thank the guy and realized that he was not there .
I think his name was Tristan but I'm not sure.
Well, whatever.Anna seemed to still be angry.
We were currently in the cab. When I asked about Niall , she just shook her head.
I suppose they'd been in a fight but that didn't make sense since they were ready to jump on each other earlier today. I let it go since she seemed pretty upset.We were home in less than half an hour and the first thing Anna did was run to the bathroom and puked her guts out.
I didn't even knew she'd drank.
I just held her hair up and afterwards tucked her in.I was grateful for the fact that I wasn't a lightweight . I could handle alcohol pretty easily , all thanks to April and mason.
I sighed.
I remembered how they'd always sneak in alcohol and we'd end up playing truth or dare , thou it was no use since we all knew each other like the back of a cigarette pack.
Leave it up to me to make bad references.
I went over to my room and laid down, the exhaustion slowly falling up on me.
It was 3:30 in the morning and the busy city of New York was surprisingly quiet.
I could feel my heart beat slow as i slowly drifted off to sleep.The last thing I remember were his dark green eyes.
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City Lights
Teen FictionNew York City isn't all what dreams are made of All these dark alleys can't hold the secrets that her past holds . How long do you think we can run away from what makes us what we are ? Our past ?