Not Prince Charming (Completed)

17 - bloodstream

“All the voices in my mind calling out across the line. “
~Ed Sheeran (Bloodstream)

“I don’t think I’ve seen so many people in a house before and also the music is deafening!” I yell to Hadid, who is holding my hand and leading me through the crowd of people dancing to the music in the room.

“I know, but that’s the fun of it.”

“Where are we going?!” I yell at him.

“To get a drink. Most of what is being served around is alcohol or juice spiked with some shitty drug. I’d like to believe that the alcohol-free drinks are in the kitchen area.”

“And you know the kitchen? How?”

“I’ve been here before.” He says, taking the turn to his right and going through the hallway before entering the kitchen.

On entering I see two people making out on the counter close to the fridge and I stop in my tracks, but Hadid walks over to the fridge despite them, opens it and brings out a bottle of water and a can of coke. He hands me the water and drinks the coke while I wordlessly stare at him.

He crushes the can in his hand after he finishes the content in it before tossing it into the dustbin behind me.

“What?” He asks with a slight frown.

“Don’t you think they need privacy?”

“If they did, they won’t be making out in the kitchen. Drink up so we can get going.” He tells me.

I take a sip quickly and hand the rest to Ad before exiting the kitchen with him.

“Remember, anyone offers you anything —”

“I say ‘no thank you, I already have enough to drink for one night. I am not a child, I remember.”

“Good, ‘cause your safety is on me. So listen, Maggi is over there,” he said, pointing over to where Maggi, his mixed raced, short hair crush, stands DJ-ing at the corner of the room.

I give him a knowing look. “This is why you’re here, right?!”

He scratches his head, and his eyes give him away as his cheeks heat. “Yeah? I’ve got a massive crush on her. I’ve always wanted to make my move on her since the first day I saw her.”

“Okay, champion, go get her?” I say patting his back before gently pushing him forward.

He courageously proceeds with his steps and I watch as makes his way over to where Maggi is. He turns to give me a scared look and I give him a thumbs up as an encouragement.

He waves at her and she glances up at him and I read his lips saying, “Hey.”

“Hey.” I see her reply and keep on nodding her head to the music.

“Hey, there beautiful, enjoying the party?” I hear a voice ask from behind and I turn around to see Wesley standing behind me.

If you’ve gone through the art faculty in Leeds for a year without knowing who Wesley Snow is, then you must have missed out on every lecture day. He’s got a reputation for being sent out at every lecture time and in five lecture days, he gets sent out at least three times.

He’s famous for his silly yet sarcastic reply and response to the lecturers, a skill that has not helped him get love from the lecturers. Not sure about brains, but he’s got a mouth. Although his reputation, he is still popular with the girls, his short, but always messy, brown hair, his adorable green eyes and the green diamond earring to match them.

I admit I had a crush on him the first few times I saw him; I guess it’s the good girl to bad boy vibe, but I got that in check and work my way into a better understanding of who he was, who I was and who I wanted to be. I had to focus and put myself and my studies first and that’s what I’ve done for two years and now I’m so far over those petty feelings.