Because Being Together Is Enough

7: "You're Anna. Anna Jones, right?"

Because Being Together Is Enough~7

Red hair, green eyes, tall frame. It was Mike. Mike was here. What was he doing here? Why did he come here? Am I looking good? I must be looking like an overly dressed and plastic-faced idiot. No way was he going to recognise me. And what was my body doing to me? It was betraying me. My hands were sweating, my heart was beating as fast as ever. When finally I found my voice, I spoke like an idiot of course, stuttering, "H-hey!" I couldn't even say a small word like 'hey' without getting confused, could I?

"Hey?" He muttered in a questioning tone. What? Did I look so horrible that he truly didn't recognise me? My heart sank. I wanted to hide my face and run, then dig a hole in the community park and wanted to be buried alive. Dramatic, I know but that's what I was feeling at that moment. Now, how was I supposed to make him realise that this plastic-faced chick he was seeing infront of him, who coincidently happened to know him was the girl whose diary he had read. What would I say to him?

Hey Mike. I am Anna, the girl whose diary you read.

No. That was so not going to happen. So, I went for a simple approach. Check out if he remembers my name so I spoke his name instead.

"Mike..." I trailed off.

Come on, say my name you creep. I know I was the one who was acting like a creep instead but hey, I don't think Emily would bring me in the party if I was looking a complete joker. Half-joker is possible though.

His answer though, was not at all I expected. Instead he answered like answering a phone call, looking way beyond confused as to how I knew his name. "Yes?"

Really? Now he didn't even recognise me? Maybe, he was like a tubelight or something. I decided I won't waste my time anymore and commanded my brain to run away from this hot looking but an Alzheimer's patient, realization dawned upon him.

"Wait...You're..." he paused as if trying to remember my name, "You're Anna. Anna Jones, right?"

I gave him a 'wtf' look but I guess he didn't notice.

"Took you long enough." I said, annoyed. But anyways, I still looked like me. He surely was suffering from a memory loss.

He was smiling widely and laughing to himself when a big, bald man said from behind us, "Excuse me."

We didn't realise we had been blocking his way. We quickly exited the corridor entering the party finding a silent place in a corner.

"So, Anna. How come you found me on facebook?"

Facebook... Oh shit! I had competely forgotten that I had sent him a friend request. But, as far as I remember, he didn't accept it. He was really acting weird.

Ignoring his question, I said, "You didn't accept it though."

"Oh come on. Do you expect me to accept your request when I don't even know you?"

Ouch. That hurt. He knew me. I didn't know much about him. But, he knew almost everything about me. He read my diary for God's sakes. I wanted to kick his face at that moment.

Suddenly, a blonde girl comes squealing from behind him and he instantly gives her a quick peck on the lips. Then I notice that it is none other than Jane. I am so done. "How do you know her?" she mutters in disgust while looking at me.

Mike was caught off guard. I really wanted to see how he introduces me to her.

"Uh. This is Anna Jones. We just met." He finished awkwardly.

So formal. Who remembers anything? Right? We just met.

"And Anna, this is Jane, my girl friend."