HIGHWAY

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Last week, Stacy, Hana and I went for Haley's party at friday night.

That was the night when I met James. That was the night I was really excited for. That was the night when I realized I am probably bipolar.

I had been to many parties before with my friends and without my friends that means sky but I had never been excited to go to a party before knowing my crush fancy me (through Hana), hence, it was different.

My excitement was higher than burj khalifa and my desire to meet James was enough to forget about someone like Sky ever existed. I mean who could ignore the feeling of being liked back by your crush. Neither did I ignore it, I wasn't that strange of a creature.

The place was filled with music and alcohol, I failed to hear whatever guy Stacy was talking about and Hana might have felt that same because she kept nodding until Stacy elbowed her into ribs saying ‘I was asking you’. Just like Hana I was barely listening or trying to listen to Stacy my mind was just thinking about James. I wanted to see James. My eyes were searching for his long curly bronze hair and those deep blue eyes. Soon, they got what they were looking for. Ignoring my girls, I walked towards my aim who was busy texting someone on his phone. My feet carried themselves without any command but soon my brain took control and stopped them.

Why was I making a move? Why was I being so desperate?

Gosh!

So, I decided to pass by trying to catch his eyes. My heart was thumping louder than the base and the tiny hair on my back stood as the vibration collaborated with the music in here. Was I being nervous? I was not supposed to.

Straightening myself, I nodded, chanting go for it in my head I planted a causal behaviour (hoping I won't fail at it) and walked towards him, I mean past him.

My eyes were looking everywhere except him as I was looking for something. Maybe I was looking like a fool nothing else.

He didn't notice and kept busy looking at his phone when I passed his way. Frowning, I stood at a corner watching him. It was not like he was smiling, was he actually talking to his girlfriend? It could be. I thought he was single. But if he was taken he wouldn't stand here alone, right? Probably, I was just over thinking, not only over thinking but I was also assuming pure nonsense.

To try my luck once again, I walked past him once again and this time for the very first and maybe last time my luck was with me, he did notice me.

Keeping my pretence, I kept walking.

One step.

Two steps.

One feet.

Why ain't he stoppi-

“Dianna?”

Maybe it's called timing or maybe just maybe I actually turned before he even shouted my name completely.

Turning around, I raised my eyebrows at him and gave a small smile. “Hi” I mouthed. Seriously, It was awkward yelling ‘Hi’ over this loud music..

He returned a smile and tucked his phone into the pocket. He took a  step and he was in front on me.

Why was I so tiny?

I looked up as he looked down at me with a smile.

Again, why was I so tiny?

"Looking for someone?" He raised his eyebrows and flashed his smile.