Wearing White (On Hold)

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Four years ago

"I don't want to drink anything!" I shouted through the blasting music in the club.

"Oh shush! Don't be a party pooper. Come on, only one drink." She said, forcing the glass of blue margarita onto my hand.

"No. I don't want to get drunk tonight. Maybe some other time, just not now." I explained to her.

She then flashed me her famous puppy look. Oh please Kassidy. Like that has any effect on me. I gave her a stern look, letting her know that I am in control and will never back down.

After one minute, I gave up.

"I thought that didn't have an effect on me anymore." I mumbled, hands on my face, ashamed of my loss.

"Girl, that look never loses its magic, so suck it up. Here." She said offering the glass to me.

I gave her one hard glare before getting the glass.

"One glass, just one freakin glass." I said to myself

Thirty minutes later

"Oh my gosh! This is like zombie apocalypse all over again! Wooohoo!" I shouted in the middle of the dance floor, wiggling my body to the music.

"You're so funny and hyper when you're drunk. And I thought you're going to have just one glass. Girl, you had like six!" She said, giving me a high five.

"Honey, six is the new one." I replied, making number figures with my hand.

"Those aren't even the correct numbers!" She said, laughing hysterically.

We laughed like morons in the middle of the dance floor, earning weird stares from the people around us. Just then, I grimaced as I felt a pain in my stomach.

"Zee, are you alright?" She asked, concern on her face. She must have noticed my sudden change of expression.

I started to make gagging sounds. Oh no. I clutched my stomach.

"B-ba-bathroom." I uttered covering my mouth with my free hand.

I rushed to the bathroom which was just across the dance floor. I was only a few feet away when a person blocked my path. I couldn't make out his face because it was too dark but I was sure it was a guy just by looking at his broad shoulders and height.

"Oh good gracious, get out of my way, stupid!" I shouted at the stranger.

"Excuse me? What did you just call me?"

Woah, he's deaf and stupid.

"I said ge-" those where the last words I said before puke went out from my mouth and onto the guy in front of me.

"Mark!" I heard someone shout.

So mystery man has a name, huh. Marky Mark Mark.

A part of me actually felt happy because he deserved it but a part of me also felt kinda sorry for him, what I did was plain disgusting and a low blow. Oh what to do?

Well as long as it remains dark, my identity won't be revealed, so I can actually save myself from humiliation. I slowly turned my back to escape when just on cue, the spotlight was on us. I froze on the spot.

Shit.

I covered my face with right hand, hiding my face and turned to the person harboring my vomit.

With my left hand, I made a salute sign. Well, he at least deserves a decent goodbye.

"Hasta la vista, baby!" I said to him, keeping my eyes shut, too scared to see his face.

I turned around and ran like a mad woman to the exit.

***

Three months later

It was Friday the 13th when I first saw him. These days are known for being the unluckiest day ever but it's not the same for me. I was quite lucky because I saw him, the guy who turned my world upside down. Thank you lepricons and three leaf clovers!

He was wearing white that day. I was walking along the corridors of my school when I spotted a white figure sitting on a bench reading a book He was a total head turner, my head did a 360, believe me. The moment my eyes landed on him, my whole world stopped. You know those scenes in the movies where the two main characters are the only one moving and the others are on pause. That is what exactly happened that day.

From that day on, I became an NBI agent. I discovered his name was Mark. Funny, that name always cracks me up.

It's a bad habit of mine to stalk my crushes but what more can I do? I had to be updated. Through my friend, Mr. Internet, I was able to know tons of things about him. His likes, dislikes, etc.

And also, I found out that he's no longer single! Yes ladies and gentlemen, he has a girlfriend. Now this is the infiriurating part, his girlfriend's like an angel, she's beautiful, super nice, talented, and very close to his family. So how am I going to compete with that? He barely knows I exist.

So I had been hopelessly in love with him for years already. Do I get tired? No. Do I get sick of following him around? No. Do I hate his girlfriend who is the epitome of perfection? Hell yeah!

I loved him while he was still in the college of nursing and I loved him more when he proceeded to medicine.

I have a thing for doctors, you see, and the fact that he decided to become one is the cherry on top of my triple chocolate ice cream sundae.

Oh my sweet sweet Mark, you fulfill my fantasies.