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The moment was profound.
The moment was mine.
The moment was all that I dreamt it could be.
Little did I know the moment would expire, how was I to know that moment would turn into my satire?
As my glitters tu...
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My face was flushed. I could feel the heat creeping across my cheeks. Axel stared at me with a shocked, yet apologetic look. He thinks I am beautiful?
Who cares, he just admitted to wanting you in a sexual manner. Miss Priss yelled, doing a cringe-worthy happy dance.
"Melia, I..." Axel started but trailed off. Everyone was staring at him. I could tell he was extremely uncomfortable.
He looked ridiculous, his glasses were askew on his face and he had some kind of dried pink stuff smeared on his left cheek. He swallowed. "I didn't mean—"
"Well, of course, you didn't mean it, you're obviously drunk," Gabriel spoke up, putting words in Axel's mouth.
"And who the hell invited you?" Bex stumbled over a knocked-over chair as she walked up to Gabriel, pointing a menacing finger at him.
I was still staring at Axel, his eyes have not left me either. "You didn't mean it?" I asked softly, my voice barely audible over the loud music and bickering between Bex and Gabriel.
Somehow he heard me. He stared at me for a second, hesitating, then shook his head. "No, it's the tequila talking, I am sorry," he mouthed. I doubt anyone heard our silent conversation.
His words were painful. I don't know why I wished for a different response but I did.
Well, if you ask me alcohol never lies. Miss Priss said, refusing to accept his denial.
"Listen. I don't know what type of authority you think you have but Melia already agreed to give us a second chance, and I am not going to let you—" Gabriel breathed out angrily at Bex before shooting Axel a glare, "—or anyone else get in my way," he finished his rant still glaring at Axel.
"Dude, calm down, no one is getting in your way," a freakishly handsome stranger spoke up. He stepped in front of Axel shielding him from Gabriel's glare.
I glanced around in alarm. Who are these strange men in my home?
Axel gently touched the guy's shoulder as he stepped out from behind him. "Thanks, Landon, but I got this," he said with a slight nod. "Gabriel, I assure you it was a drunken slip, hell, I am still seeing double, now I am sorry for my distasteful remark but let it go man. Right now, you're killing my buzz, and I would much rather enjoy it while it lasts," he spoke sincerely, a bit of a slur here and there but we all heard him clearly.
He finally turned to me again, "Melia, honestly you do look hot, and those jeans look like they were painted on, so sorry not sorry," he shrugged then gave me that dazzling smile of his.
Now, I am confused. Miss Priss said fanning herself.
"And since you made the decision to give my buddy, Aims, here the chance, I don't think my opinion should concern you," he foolishly continued.
