So she's here?
She looked amazing. The silver dress hugged her perfectly showing off her near-perfect body.
The main thing? She wasn't here alone. The guy with her wasn't someone I'd seen before. He probably didn't go to our school. Maybe he was older. I couldn't see his face properly. It was too dim. He said something to her, which she probably didn't hear in all this noise. He bent down close to her ear and something which made her laugh.
Their familiarity and intimacy annoyed to the point of pissing me off.
Let's see what she says when I text her.
"Hey. How's everything going? Are you okay?"
She checked her phone but the guy pulles it out of her hand and put it in his pocket.
Son of a bitch.
They danced together a little more and the guy went out to answer a call but not before flashing her a big smile.
She started making her way to the bar and would've spotted me in a minute. Then, he came back. He said something to her and they both left, hand in hand.
Family crisis, my ass.
The blonde with the red dress was still dancing and so I had one last drink and went to join her.
She flashed me a smile. She was hot I'll give her that.
"I've been eying you the entire time." I whispered in her war. Chicks dig this kind of stuff.
"Oh I know." Pft, Delusional.
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She smelt too sweet, too fake. I went ahead with it knowing this was going to be a mistake.
But being pissed off and drunk makes you do stupid things.
"Let's dance baby."
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