Stone Hearts

Part 13

"You lied, you little weasel," accused Josi, her tone playful.

It's Saturday. I'm doing my makeup and getting ready for the party tonight. I must go to Economics tutorial before going to the party, so I don't have time to go back to my room and get ready before Noah picks me up at 7.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The night you were drunk and a guy brought you home, remember?"

"Yeah?" I lined my lips with a red lipstick that matches the dress I picked out for today. Bright, bloody, candy apple red.

"He's the one with you in the diner! You obviously knew him!"

"What?" I looked at her, shocked.

"Are you hiding hot guys from me? How dare you-"

I broke her off, "Wait, you mean the night I was out with Brianne and Jane and got drunk, Gavin was the stranger who sent me home?"

"Yeah, if that's what he's called."

I could faintly remember seeing a couple with neon nails then vomitting on a stranger? Or just on the floor? I can't remember. If it was really him, why didn't he say anything?

"Are you sure it was him?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Black hair, his built, his jawline and his voice... Must be him. Why? You didn't know?"

"I have no idea. He didn't say anything." If it was him, does it mean that he has a girlfriend?

"Oh, he's got you good," said Josi.

I don't know what to think. I don't even know how to feel. Is he playing with me all along? Maybe he forgot about me or didn't recognize me either, I tried to convince myself, but he isn't the kind of person who just randomly helps people or just forget about things. He always knows what he's doing and he does things to achieve a certain purpose.

He must have known all along, and he's playing me for a fool. He's trying to wind me up, and the best way is to deal with it is stop caring. I have no problem dropping people that brings me too much distress. That's how I roll.

I looked at myself at the mirror again before I went out. Red lips coated with lip gloss, smokey eyes, my curly dirty-blonde-almost-brown locks perfectly falls on my shoulders and a two-piece red dress that hugs my body curves. I look hot. I can look hot and find new guys if I want to. I'm not some loser that Gavin thinks I am, I'm so much better than that.

I walked into the economics tutorial 30 minutes late. Heads turned as I walked in, I can even hear a gasp. I probably look a bit like a hooker in my revealing clothing and heavy eye makeup, even though I've already covered part of my exposed flesh with a faux fur coat. I deliberately ignored Gavin's scorching gaze and sat down by Emma, a girl I've grown acquainted to in the tutorials.

"Got a hot date?" she whispered in class.

"Yeah," I said. I heard Gavin cleared his throat to catch our attention, but I still refused to make eye contact with him.

The class ended a bit earlier than usual. I packed my things and got ready to leave.

"Olivia." He was standing only a foot or two away from me.

I stood up to give myself a bit height, although he still towers over me with my heels. I should have chosen another pair of higher heels.

"You weren't paying attention in class," he said.

"Oh, so that's how we're going to play?" I said. Talking to him is like tango, dancing around the subject that we both want to ask, playing games with words and constantly guessing. It's frustrating for me because I'm having a hard time guessing why. "Pretending like we don't know each other again?"