my english love affair || afi (slow updates)

four

I felt somebody looking at me with a powder white complexion, feeling the connection...

XXX

I didn't react to the new person's comment about my drinking. To be honest, I was a little creeped out knowing that someone had watched me drink from afar for who knows how long. I sat in silence at this point, but the burning of her gaze made me itch with discomfort. 

"I can already tell you're not that far away from passing out, to be honest," this voice, a female's, spoke to me over the loud music. 

"What're you, some alcohol expert?" I asked through a signature school girl giggle as I found staring at beverages funny. I still refused to look at this lady. She was still classified as "creepy" in my book. Maybe I'm just not used to women observing how much alcohol I consume. Is it normal for women to watch men drink in clubs? Am I just new to this? Am I doing this right? Is this the alcohol talking?

The woman next to me heaved a sigh and ordered herself a drink. As she picked her glass up to take a swig, I finally decided to turn my head to look at her. 

The very first thing I noticed about her was how extremely white her face was--it was almost like her face was made of snow. The lights of the club bouncing off of her face just made it whiter. She didn't even look real, and quite frankly I was a bit mind-blown. 

You know those really eerily pretty dolls with the glass faces? Yeah, I think I was basically looking at one of those. The white color of her face just made her seem so fragile; even the slightest brush of a finger could crack the skin, yet something else about her added a dark feeling. I don't know, maybe it was the dark eye makeup she had on or the black dress she wore. 

"You're not from around here, are you?" her voice broke me away from my thoughts. She was looking at me with both of her dark eyebrows raised and her lips slightly parted, expecting an instant answer from me. 

It wasn't until then that I recognized her as the girl Luke knocked over earlier. 

It took me a while to process the fact that this was the girl that was knocked on her bum earlier; maybe it was because of the alcohol, or quite possibly the fact that I'm a slow person. 

"Hey, hey, wait a second," I began, trying to choose the right words to say, "you're the gal that Luke knocked down today!"

She looked at me with a deadpan expression for a few moments, either because I didn't answer her question or she was recollecting her thoughts of the events prior to now. All of a sudden, her face somewhat lit up with a bit of recognition. 

"I remember you!" she shouted. "My boyfriend thought you were trying to hit on me when you tried to help me up!" She laughed and continued to drink. 

"Psh, I don't hit on taken women," I stated, slightly slurring my words. She laughed again, but this time half-heartedly. 

"Oh, it's okay. I won't be taken much longer now, I'm kinda getting sick of Duncan...my boyfriend," she said blankly. 

She drifted into silence as she gulped down more swigs of her drink. I could tell that she was a bit hurt as she said that, but I could also tell that she was a bit happy about ending things with her boyfriend apparently. I wondered what a guy could do to make a girl as lovely as her sick of his actions, or whatever the case was. I was about to turn into an interviewer and ask her about her relationship, but then I realized that I might get my ass beaten if I did. 

"Is your elbow okay?" I changed the subject as I remembered how she had slightly scraped her elbow on the pavement. 

"What?" She looked at her elbow and saw a small band-aid covering what scrape she had. "Oh, this. Yeah, it's okay, no hard feelings."