Mine

Chapter 2 - Eyes meet

*Talia P.O.V.*

Anastasia and I are on our way to the mall, where she and Michael settled to meet.
"So if you two do end up together," I start, "how long do you think it would last?"
"I don't really know. But then again, I don't really know him, so we'll see."
I can't help but laugh at that.
"Come on, A. Your longest relationship lasted, like, five days! And it was all because he was cheating kn you and you wanted to humiliate him when you broke up?"
She delibered for a couple of seconds before she replied. "That's also true. But, Talia, what if he's the one?"
"Ha! Yeah, right! With you, A, it will be the one night you'll spend together."
Anastasia has a history of being all about a boy, get together with him, then realize he's too sweet, too nice, too boring for her. Not that I haven't done that myself, hut she's done it since we were thirteen. I stopped trying to date when we were fourteen because I figured it's just not my thing. Now and then, I agreed to go out with some guys, but it never turned out to be any spaark for me. Sure, I have my needs. I'm not a late bloomer or something. I've had my fair share of friends with benefit - that caught feelings, unfortunately, so didn't work out - and make out sessions woth random hot huys in bars and clubs - actually, more than my fair share. A lot - but nothing emotional. She never stopped trying, though. She's the more energic one. The happier one. The soul of the party. Thw cute one. Long, blonde hair, chocolate-brown eyes, medium height, medium waist, pretty big bust, knew to dress to compliment herself. I, on the other hand, am the fucked up one. The more brooding one. Some said the sexy one. Long, wavy, ginger hair, black eyes, tall-ish, slender, but with curves, dress in clothes I feel good in - mostly very revealing, sexy clothes, which do compliment me. I kind of pass as unapproachable since I don't really date, and people have a tendency to drift away from me unless they know me and know that I'm not what I seem to be or unless they're some guys who think a bit too highly of themselves and think they'll somehow impress me and, implicitly, everybody else. I become a lot more light-hearted and fun to be around of at parties, mostly when I'm drunk.
So we were always Anastasia and Talia, a pretty big contrast, but we feel like it's in a good way.
As I got caught up in my thoughts, like I often do, Anastasia phone rang and woke me from my transe-like state.
"Hello?... Oh, yeah, hey! No, we're right here, like, five minutes away... Yes, I did say 'we'. I'm coming with my friend, Talia. Is that ok with you?... Perfect! Ok, see you soon... Ok, bye!"
"What was that all about?"
"Oh, that was Michael." Obviously. "He was calling to say he's bringing his own friend. I think he said his name was Zimon." A laugh escaped my throat.
"Is that a real name?" That name must have brought a lot of bad jokes upon him.
"I don't know. That's wht I heard Michael call him. Or I could've heard wrong."
I'm still smiling. Poor guy.
"Ok, so what's this gonna be? Some sort of set up blind double date?"
"I guess you could call it that."
This was going to be worse than third-wheeling or going on a date by myself with some guy I met at a bar.
I tried to turn around and catch a cab back home, but Anastasia caught my elbow and didn't let me go.
"T, you promised you'll try."
"I didn't promise anything."
"Then promise me now." She looked at me square in the eyes and I could see that she had good intentions. For all that she's done for me in all these years, I owe her that much, the very least.
"Fine!" I groaned. "I promise to try. Happy now?"
"Very." She smirked, proud of herself.
"But don't expect it to work. You know how I am, especially to guys. I seem unapproachable, so they end up liking you. Not that it's bothered me so far, but still."
"Well, this time you'd better seem more approachable. I mean it, T. You haven't had a boyfriend, or even a crush, in three years! I don't think it's healthy..."
"Maybe, but you know I'm not really healthy, so it's different."
"I guess you're right.. Aaahhh"
"What the hell?" I look over at her to see why she was screaming again. Now ahe was carefree, smiling and giggling. It seems like Michael came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her. I've got to give it to them, they do look very cute together. I took my phone out and snapped a few pictures without them noticing. She'll thank me later.
It seems like they're already familiar with each other, but they decided to do introductions anyways, as a courtesy to me and the other guy. Michael spoke first.
"So I'm Michael, and this is Zimon."
I try to restrain from laughing at the name, but a chuckle escapes, and doesn't go unnoticed. The guy, Zimon, is tall, has black hair, green eyes, is slender, but his muscled look toned, and he's looking down at me. Our eyes meet for two seconds, and then the skye suddenly became a fascinating view for him. Only a few seconds later did I look away myself, amused at his reaction.
Like I said, I have a tendency of coming across as intimidating. It happens many times that guys have these fifth-grade-like reactions when they meet me. I never really understood why. It could be because of my eyes. They're black colour gives them, and, implicitly, me, a cold look. They don't reflect any of my emotions, so some people assume I have none.
Then the introductions go on. "I'm Anastasia, and this is Talia."
When Anastasia said my name, Zimon's eyes met mine again. This time he didn't look away, so we kept looking into each other's eyes. This situation is somewhat fascinating to me. It has never happened before, and, of course, I'm now intrigued.
I have a feeling that this is not going to be as boring as I thought you would be.