It Started With A Text

It S tarted With A Text, Chatpter Four

The party isn't half bad. It took a lot of pleasing to let the bouncer at the front let us in with Jeremy. I think Jeremy bribed him or something.

Anyway, the people here look like how they dress at a formal party. The music is very soothing be and the people are dancing the weird princess and prince dancing.

I sit at a mini bar, sipping my champagne, wondering why I came here in the first place. Jeremy and Eliza ditched me half a hour ago to go do whatever they're gonna so, leaving me here all by myself.

An old couple walks pass and eyes me warily.

I sigh. I shouldn't be here. I feel so I left out. I should be in my room watching Netflix and no chill, pretending to study, but instead I'm here, sitting alone like a widow.

This is fucking messed up. I never knew a party could be this lame. Even if it's formal!

The people here look old and grumpy, and the younger ones like me look too fucking stern and bossy.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Someone voices.

I look up to my right, to see all black. Black shoes, black dress pants, black dress shirt, black jacket and a dark smirk on his full pink lips.

"What?" I ask.

He rolls his brown eyes at me. "What? Date ditched you?"

"Excuse me?" I have at him.

"You're excused,"

"Fuc-who the hell are you?" I dare.

"You really wanna know?" His smirk widens.

"Uh, know," then I smirk. "Where's your date?"

"Didn't come with one," he grins.

"Why?" I laugh. "Couldn't get yourself a girl?"

"Nice try, Ariel. With all these good looks, you think I can't get a girl?" He asks, cockily. "I wasn't supposed to come here with a date, or, rather, I don't want to."

He's got that right. He looks like a fucking Greek God.

"My name isn't Ariel." I frown.

"Sure it is," he says sarcastically.

We fall into awkward silence after that.

I sip my champagne once again. Who the hell is this guy?

He looks like an underwear model. I can see his muscles bursting through his tux and the tux clings to his body, showing his abs.

I try to ignore how beautiful his face is. Brown hair falling into his dark brown eyes. A sharp jaw line and dimples on his cheeks when he smiles.

I hear him sigh and I look at him to see him scrounging up his nose, checking his hand watch.

He scowls and takes off pass me, taking my champagne and downing it.

"Hey!" I gasp.

He turns and smirks at me. "Sorry, Ariel."

I huff as he scurries off. My name isn't Ariel.

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"So where were you when I was all alone at that party, huh? " I question Eliza.

She mumbles something, taking a bite of her ham and cheese sandwich.

I had to walk home from that party last night. My feet were killing me.

"Sorry?" I cup my ears, taking a drink from my punch.

"Jeremy and I went somewhere."

I roll my eyes. "No shit."

"Fine." she huffs. "I was getting bored so we left. Then we went to get something to eat and then went to the movies."

"Aw. High schoolers going to a movie. How sweet." I coo, giving her a blank look. "What really happened?"

She scowls. "I hate how well you know me."

"That's what best friends are for." I point out.

"Anyway. We went back to his apartment and played criminal case and watched movies until we were tired. There! Happy? "

"What? " I ask surprised. "Nothing happened?"

"Nope! Anyways, it's time me to leave. Got that dinner thing to go to. "

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that! " I exclaim.

"Come with? " She pleads.

I shake my head. "No way! I'd stand out like a sore thumb. Plus we have finals coming up. I should study. You should too."

"I will." She gives me a sarcastic smile.

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SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! I WAS VERY BUSY AND I KINDA FORGOT WHAT I WAS TO WRITE IN THIS CHAP. PLEASE EXCUSE THE MISTAKES-THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN ON MY PHONE