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Am I weird?

Cyrene's POV

We get out of the room and are just about to take a step on the first staircase when a small cracking is heard and Courtney grabs onto my arm,strong and tightly. I feel a sharp pang on my shoulder, she suddenly slips off the stair and falls flat on her face while trembling down the stairs and hits hard on her head. She winces in pain and so do I while Evans laughs like a bloody hyena.

"Are you okay?!" I cry and help her stand while Evans' laugh gets louder than before.

Court glares at me and says, " Cyrene! It's beacuse you made me wear heels! That too, TWO inches."

Here goes the over dramatic Court. I made her wear JUST TWO inched heel. I mean, dude that is not even close to what I usually wear.

...

Music blasts into my ears.Loud much? I'm sure nobody would hear me even if I screamed on top of my lungs!

I am stalking everyone. I am sitting on one of the bar chairs and behind me is the circle-ish table where bartenders and drunk people are loitering. I'm all alone in one of the bar-ish chairs or tools, whatever you call it and drinking my vanilla milkshake.

Call me lifeless, but I don't drink. The last time I drank was many years ago. Evans is on my opposite but pretty far away, making sure that Court and Derrick don't kiss. She wouldn't let them be together cause she doesn't like Derrick flirting with Court. Shawn is probably sucking off someone's face and Cecils is dancing on the floor with everyone else.

After some time, some guy with dark blonde hair sits on the bar-ish tool beside me. He is wearing a blue t-shirt with some dark jeans.

"Hey." He says. Did he say that to me? Shoot, is he a rapist? Or is he a gangster? I don't reply and it probably gets awkward for him so he wants a tequila shot from the bartender and glups it down. Even though, I can't see him but as far as my eyes have seen, he has hazel eyes. He turns back to me and catches me gazing at him so I quickly turn away.

"Hey. I know that you know that I know that you've been watching me." Said his hoarse voice. I made no response.

Rapist?

Affirmative.

"I'm not one of those guys who's gonna hit on you right away like some creep, okay?" He said.

He sure is after some time then, huh?I finally look at him and look at his physical features. Yeah, he's good looking. Yup, he sure is.

Wait, is that a FUDGING PIMPLE?

Seems like it.

Nope, he is not good looking anymore. He has a pimple on right on top of his NOSE.

" You okay? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

Oh...I look like that right now?

"Oh no nothing! I was just looking at your...well...um...ah...um"

What do I say? Does he think I was looking at his stuff? His face was unsure and confused and then he slowly looked down at himself. Wait, he thinks that I've been looking at...

"No no no no not that! I was just seeing your beautiful smile." I manage to say and he chuckles. Wait, is that a rape face?

That seems like a rape face? Is it a rape face?

Affirmative.

I am hella frightened and I'm sure my eyes got wider. My hands automatically goes behind my back and grips onto the chair.

"What?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Why are you making a rape face?"

" I'm not." He says awkwardly and in a very weirdly uncomfortable way.

Why is he making a constipated face now?

"Then why are you making a constipated face?" I ask and mentally slap myself for it because right after I say it, the bartender behind me laughs but manages to stop it at the right time with his hand and the blonde guy sitting next to me is.......well..... gone.

He just vanished. I mean, come on, I'm not that bad, am I?

The bartender finally gives out a laugh and says behind my ear, " I'm sorry to break it up to you but, you can never get a boyfriend."

I gawk in response and keep my vanilla milkshake on the table and make my way to the back yard where the pool is. I'm not gonna dive in though, I'm wearing making. I'm just gonna go there and do nothing unless some other creepy guy comes up to me.

I sit on one of the benches on the side of the backyard. When I sit on it, something hits on my toe. Instead of looking down, I directly grab onto the thing. I put it on my lap and see that it's a chocolate box of Ferrero Rochers. I take one of it and start eating it. It melts on my mouth and I enjoy it.

So, is she weird?

Or is Cyrene just...Cyrene?

Vote and comment on what you think!

Adios!