The Angel with Horns |

One

The longer I waited, the more the thoughts had barged into my head. I was not the girl to over think things but it had already been more than half an hour since the chem-boy told me to wait. Was he playing games with me or did he get drunk between the lengthy period of time? I looked down at my rose gold watch and clicked my tongue. How much longer is he going to spend here? If I had left earlier, I could've at least been half way to my house, but here I am, unbelievably sitting on the couch beside some drooling guy who kept turning around in his drunken state.

When I'd made my mind to leave and reached the door handle, I heard a voice behind me, making me turn around. What I saw made me frown. I didn't know Ginger had friends. Her hair was now dry, no sign of having been shoved down the toilet. Her body was endorsed by his jacket that he came in with. What a sweet couple. The spot where they were standing was lit up by a purple light so I was able to instantly recognize her ginger hair and his tall figure but as for me, I was in the dark, where they could probably only make out my silhouette and nothing more.

"You're the one who needs a lift, right?" Chem-boy asked as the two approached me.

I nodded while ignoring the shaking girl beside him. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry, I had to fetch my friend." He shrugged. "She was in a bit of a trouble but now she's okay."

"Can we leave then?" I asked since I didn't want to stay any longer.

"Yeah." He turned to Ginger. "Are you sure you're alright?" She returned a small nod and turned to me with curiosity.

"Who is she?" She asked him while looking at me in the dark room which rid any chance of seeing a person's features to reckon who they are.

However, before he can answer, I swung open the front door and stepped into the cold night. She's sure to faint if she realises who I am, better get in the front seat to avoid any contact with that germ-bag. Strutting around to the parking lot at the left side of the front yard, I bit my lips when I walked right up to Lyra's car. Did I mention I'm a little absentminded when it comes to finding my way? Well, now you know.

"Such an idiot." I mumbled under my breath and turned around. I saw Ginger slipping behind the back passenger seat of a red Ferrari. Whoa. A Ferrari? I totally did not know that Ginger had rich friends. That's new.

"Hey!" I heard a shout to which I averted my eyes to. "Can you hurry up?!"

I simply nodded even though I knew he couldn't catch my agreement because I was almost 15 cars away from theirs. Trying not to trip over myself, I took my time in ambling towards the vehicle.

By the time I was comfortable and ready to ride, I was met by a moody face. "What?" I questioned his expression. "I'm wearing heels. Give me a break." I mumbled.

He shook his head and blew through his lips. "I'll have to drop Bella off first, are you okay with that?"

"Yeah, why not." 

With another nod, he started the engine and reversed out of the parking spot and out of the Walter's compound. Looking at the rear view mirror as he rode the car far and far away from the compound, I frowned disappointed of my stupid emotions. I was once again forgotten without another thought but sure enough, I was yet to be remembered by tomorrow. Whenever I get cheated on-- overlooked, I can't help but to feel as though I'm a useless being who's only remembered while the picture is still in front of you but when you're asked about it, it's as though there was a never a time when the event had actually happened.

This is something that happens half the time with the boys I've been with. That being said, girls don't really need to be jealous of me or bitch about me being a whore because in reality, I'm the one being played, not the one playing with their Romeo's.