Curl By The Fire

Allow Me To Explain.

MIA'S POV

Looking at the name written at the end of the invite made me stop breathing. Of all the people to organize the party, it had to be the one guy whom I had a crush on.

Who in their right mind would go if they knew that the organizer aka host would be their long-forgotten high school crush who, judging by the invite, was probably really rich and married? No guy would ever pick such an elegant card design and the scent was too nice to have been the default.

I knew I should have picked forensic science as a career. Well, it's too late now.

The name that had been signed on the soft paper brought back pictures of teenage hormones dancing inside me crying out to go propose a date. But, of course, me being the realist I am, I denied myself the opportunities as they passed. I knew that when there were many good-looking girls already eyeing the guy, I never would stand a chance. And I was proven right when in the last year of school, one of those queen bees buzzed right in and scored herself the guy. Everyone thought and said that they both would marry and have cute and more importantly, popular babies, but I knew that it was going to fail within 6 months. And I score again!!

Meeting the Sirens -- as I call the bullies aka popular girls who made my teenage life a living hell—was not going to be bad but meeting him.....would surely kill my soul if not handled properly.

I called Flora, my best friend from high school to here. When the other two disappeared off to different parts of the country, we both still had our movies plus sleepover nights and window shopping weekends. We didn't exactly drift away, no matter how much we wanted to. We irritated each other so much that, even in sleep, we would try to kill or hurt the partner. At school, when we had to give each other nicknames, we both were the parents, PaMia™ and MumFlo™, and our other best friends Demi and Emily were "the children", i.e., DemTeen™ and EmmyBaby™.

He He. It still cracks me up. We called our group The Maddo Family™.

So, the ringing changed to a "Hello".

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Yeah, it's Mia.

I know your voice, doll. What's bothering you now?

Well, you know when I just called you a while ago asking if you would accompany me to the gala....

I can SURPRISINGLY remember what happened 10 minutes ago. So, yes, has something else troubled you since then?

Yup.

Well, what is it?

The guy who's organizing the thing.

Yeah. We know him, don't we? He was that.....Oh.

Yup.

Shit.

Yes.

This is bad. Really bad.

Yeah.

Are you alright? I mean, considering history, you and him...........

I'm fine. You?

Dude, you need me. We'll meet up at.... What the hell? Let's just meet at yours. Wait for 5.

Oh, I don't think that's....

-CLICK-

Necessary.

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