Writing's Second Taste

Chapter Ten: Signs Of A Date

We entered a shared house filled with students, it was like a scene right out of a movie. If you think high school parties were wild, check out a college frat ones. They were ten times crazier especially if it was the first one of the whole year.

"Adam," somebody called out, a beer in his hand with a wide grin on his face, "Glad you can make it."

"Sienna, this is Vance," he told me, swinging an arm around my shoulder, "He was the one who invited me."

I flashed him a polite smile while trying to keep my cheeks from burning hot because of the close proximity Adam suddenly placed between us, "Thanks for letting me come."

Personal space be damned.

"American," he nodded towards Adam, a silent conversation transpiring between them, "So the boys and I are having a chat upstairs, want to join?"

At one point, I sincerely hope that people would stop making such a big deal of my nationality. I get it, I don't have that accent that most girls from my country goes crazy for, but if I'm going to finish my degree here, then they better be prepared to have this somewhat foreign female walking around. And besides, I'm not the first nor will I be the last foreigner walking through these halls. I've already seen a number of students like me.

"You could go," I told him, subtly trying to pry myself out of his grasp, "I'll be alright."

He pulled me closer, even if that was possible, and rejected Vance's offer, "Thank you but I'm going with Sienna for tonight."

Then even if his friends call him, he would choose to stay with you.

Julia's words once again rung bells inside my head and the red was drained from my face along with the rest of the other colors. My pleas for her to be wrong was starting to scream louder in my mind and my body was now desperate to put a distance.

Because this was not good. If there was one thing my best friend from high school told me, it was that I fall in love too fast and take an excruciating slow time to move on.

And let me tell you, I don't want to fall for a guy pining over his childhood friend while trying to move on from a guy who I've consciously broken up with.

This is wrong, he's wrong, Julia's wrong, and I'm certainly hoping that I'm not.

To make matters worse, my said roommate and Meg walked through the door and when they saw our positions, their jaws dropped and Julia proceeded to shake Meg violently. The latter tried to break free from her grasp but the fact that their eyes were still glued onto us did not change.

Well, crap.

This was escalating to a point where I never imagined it will go to and frankly, I wanted everything to stop. Can't I just have a bottle of beer and call it a night?

"I'm going to get a drink," I attempted once again to wriggle out of his hold. He perked up and finally released me.

"I'll get one for you," he excused himself and Vance tipped his bottle as a goodbye while following Adam to talk about something. Once I was alone, the two girls found their way to my side and Julia was now suggestively wiggling her eyebrows.

"Not a word," I groaned, lifting a hand to stop whatever she was going to say.

But unfortunately, I was only able to halt Julia so Meg was quick to quip, "Not dating?"

I had no idea what was happening as well. Adam usually kept a respectable distance between, he has never touched me out of the blue like that and his aura has shifted as if he was actively trying to pull me closer.