H&M

Chapter 7

"Her eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns like rum on a fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be, I walk my days on a wire."

Harry • • •

We sat within arms length of each other but I could feel the invisible strings pulling us together. I was tempted to ask her to ditch this fucking party and grab something to eat at one of the local restaurants, but I didn't want to scare her off. She seemed very fragile.

She was silent again, I knew the gears were turning behind her dark brown eyes. They were so deep, they could suck you in. She had a story behind them that I wanted to read.

What was she thinking about? Was it our kiss? Did I kiss her too hard? Did I hurt her? My mind ran a mile a minute.

I admired her beautiful, clear, dark skin from a distance. I couldn't compare it to chocolate, it was much more real than that. It deserved more credit than chocolate.  I had to speak up, or else my mind would explode.

"What's your name?" I asked. That was a descent question, not too evasive.

"Maya." She smiled. Her smile was gorgeous. I took time to notice her bright pink nail polish that complimented her skin tone. Any color would compliment her skin tone.

"I'm Harry." I said before I reached for a handshake.

Her hands met mine and I noticed a few calluses on her fingers. She was a hard worker that didn't have it handed to her like most of these brats at the party, like me.

"I thought you were more of an Alex." She shrugged.

I laughed, "Alex ?"

"Yeah, it's a bad ass name." She laughed along. It was a beautiful laugh that caused her to lean to her left.

So she thought I was a bad ass?

"So, Maya." I let her name roll off my tongue. It felt nice, I wouldn't mind saying it over and over. "Why are you here? I can tell this isn't usual your scene."

She paused. I wish I could get inside that beautiful little head of hers, what a gift that would be.

"I just want to have fun." She put simply. "Drink a little."

But you're out here, alone.

"Why are you here?" She mimicked my question.

"Mostly the girls." I said only half joking. " My friends hosts these parties, so why not."

She almost scoffed.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"No offense, but you consider these people your friends?" She asked, waving her right hand in no particular direction.

She paused, I look at her waiting for her to elaborate.

"They're your party friends, but will they call after you graduate? Will they congratulate you after you have your first kid? Or are they just temporary?" She asked, tilting her head. "I think that's what you need to ask yourself and maybe you'll realize how alone you are.. not just you, everyone. "

"I know college is about making memories to tell in your older days but wouldn't the stories be that much cooler if the people you lived them with were there to tell them with you? I'm sorry.." She stopped herself, embarrassed. "I didn't mean to get all deep on you."