Bending Edges

Five

Dakota

[One month later]

The bass of the music intruded the atmosphere, people were screaming and running around in their underwear, yep I was at a party. It was actually my ex-girlfriend's ex, who I once slept with's birthday party- yep, very complicated.

I was alone sitting on a bar stool at the bar, while Marcus went to chat with some girls. I noticed he gave me 'the eyes' (it meant that he wants me to save him from the awkward and potentially embarrassing situation he is in right now.) And at that moment I knew it was payback time, so I approached over the crowd that he's in.

"Hey, Marcus!" I yelled.

All eyes shift to me. I felt a smirk smear across my face, I almost giggled. "Marcus, your wife just called and she knows that you slept with Tiffany,"

I pulled him away and I saw the confusion of the crowd. "What the hell was that? I told you to come help me, not to spark a dynamite,"

"I'm sorry I didn't know what to say," I shrugged with a snugged smile.

"Yeah right. What was that for?" He asked, while face palming.

I shrugged. "Well, that was payback for not helping me get your cousin's number," I laughed out loud.

The music's beat got louder. God if this place gets any louder, I swear no one is going to leave this place with their eardrums in one piece! "Let's go out for some air. It's too loud in here!" I yelled.

Marcus nodded and we squirmed our way out. Every step we take, there was a pocket full of people.

We got outside and the afternoon daylight struck my eyes causing me to only manage to squint. "I didn't give her number to you because she is straight..." he started.

"So? I have my ways with women," I smirked and he realized that I had a few drinks.

"...And she's married, with kids."

"Well then screw her. Lets go get something to eat," I said.

I felt a giggle slipped out of my mouth and we started walking. (Walking means me walking backward and Marcus yelling at me before I run into someone.) ...Too late. I felt an impact and next thing I knew I was on the ground.

"Hey! Watch it!" A high shrill pitched voice pierced angrily.

Without getting up, I spun to sit and saw two ladies wearing different colour hijabs. One was wearing purple that looks pretty angry and the other is wearing a grey one which looks sort of expressionless. The one with the grey head scarf has a gentle face and looked really familiar. "Are you okay?" Asked the girl with the grey scarf.

She helped me up and I got up to my feet and I looked at them dazed. "Yeah I'm o-" I started to mumble.

But the other girl interrupted with her high pitched voice, "you should be careful next time!"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

My eyes fixed on the girl in the grey and she looked at me puzzled. "Have we met before?" I asked.

Then it hit me, she was the girl from the coffee shop who I ruined her sketch pad. "You were the girl from the coffee shop that I worked in. I spilled coffee all over your sketch pad! Remember?" I exclaimed.

Again my words came out louder than I expected and happier. I did felt real bad about her sketch pad.

"Oh yeah, you were that waitress that fell," she replied.

Her friend on the other end looks annoyed. "Woohoo, you guys reunited! Now can we please move on," she muttered bitterly.

I ignored the girl and went on, "so I still haven't got your name, yet," I said.

"Mamoona, but you could call me Moona," she answered.

She smiled. Oh God how could I have forgotten that sweet smile and that is a beautiful name.

"What about yo-" she started off, but sadly interrupted by her friend.

"You know what, I'm just going to go to the car first," she told Mamoona.

And with that, she marched away and Mamoona watched her.

"Well, I'm Dakota and this is my friend Marcus," I said that brought her alternation back.

Marcus took a second to stop scrolling his phone and greeted, "hey."

Mamoona waved at him. "So what are you doing around here?" I asked.

"My friend is getting her wed-" another interruption.

"Hey, Marcus!" a dude's voice who I solely remember who it was.

He went past us and into Marcus' arms and gave him a peck on the lips. Mamoona stared at the couple. I touched her arm to get her attention.

I can't read her expression if she's angry about the whole gay thing or anything at all. All I got was blank. Which don't usually happen, I could read girls like a book, but she's a bit different.

"Marcus is bi," I answered answered all of the questions that might be floating around.

She nodded, then completely changing the subject, so I am around here because my friend is choosing her wedding dress. What about you?"

"Friend's birthday party," I answered vaguely, "so if your friend is getting her wedding dress, why does she look like she is preparing to go to prison?"

Mamoona laughed softly. "Sabrina is not always like this. It's just that they don't have the dress of her liking there and we went to three different stores,"

Marcus called out from behind, "hey Dakota, we have to get going."

I shot a look to Marcus but then turned to Mamoona. "Wish we could speak longer. What's your number? Maybe we could meet up and hang out sometimes," I suggested.

She paused for a few second. My heart stopped. I'm totally getting rejected. "That's if you want to..." I quickly added.

She grinned and gave me a wink (Yeah I also doubled check if my contact lens fell too). "Of course," she replied.

She took out her sketch pad from her purse and used her pencil scribbled on it and ripped the page out. I took the paper from her.

"I will see you soon?" I asked.

I watched her walked away down the sidewalk. "Yes you will."