Aarvi is a normal girl . Perfect grades , perfect parents ,an overall perfect child. But there is only problem . She dosen't believe in love . She never said it loud but her heart was captured by a boy with eyes twlinkling like stars . But he is now...
It's almost noon. Kyra is occupied with drafting an outline plot of the story and I am sitting on a couch desperately trying to occupy my mind by thinking anything other than the interviews I had to attend. I wanted to get that out of my mind. So I can collect all my thoughts about it. I wanted to think about them at night because it's peaceful then.
Honestly, interviews suck. The Fact that there's someone openly scrutinizing you is scary. But I get it though, they wanted to check how their employees work under pressure. And I don't blame them for it. 10 minutes. Dreadful 10 minutes of every individual life. In this very 10mins, they are trained to get to know of a person's - confidence, goals, how they will deal with things and most importantly are they suitable for their company or not. And then I was suddenly frightened.
Thanks, brain. That's very sweet of you.
Kyra's footsteps brought me back. She was eyeing her book on the tea table. She was noting her pIots for the story in her journal all the while gushing about how hot Harry styles looked in the movie Dunkirk.
Talk about multitasking.
I didn't even realise that I asked her to come with me to the party. And me asking for going to a party without being potentially threatened about my grades is a big thing.
She blinked. Once. Twice and squealed. Loudly. " Wait!? Is that you who asked me to go out? Oh my goshhhhh!!" She took a deep breath saying "Okay my darling let's get ready" she said and ran to her room having a debate about what to wear.
I laughed at her excitement and announced: "We have to start getting ready from now".
I started walking to her room. By the time I reached she already had half of her wardrobe scattered across the room. I sighed. This girl. I flopped on her bed on the available empty space. She held up three dresses and stared at me with a hopeful expression. With a confused stare, I asked her
" What?".
She sighed. " These are for you dumbass. Now tell me which one do you like? ".
" No Kyra. I am not wearing any of these. I'll just wear something of mine. "
She just waved her hand dismissively and selected an outfit for me. Why ask my opinion when you're not even considering it ?.
She made me wear a halter neck maroon top with little ruffles at the neck. It also had little gold sequins at the end making it simple yet elegant. I matched it with black denim short and a gold belt. I had my hair in loose curls and my makeup is simple with a couple of coats of mascara and a coat of lipgloss for my lips. Coming out of the room I looked at kyra. She wore a gold sequin top with a low cut and also matched it with black shorts. she had her hair in huge curls and wore a bit more makeup than me. all in all, she looked like a sequin goddess. she looked at me and squealed
" You look so beautiful Aarvi !!". If anything she was the one looking beautiful.
" you don't look so bad yourself " I teased her.
We both took a cab as we can't drive when we are drunk. And I think there will be one of our friends to give us a ride back home. After 30 min journey, we reached. I took a deep breath and got down. The sight Infront of me made me gasp. There is a very luxurious club that looks like it's a potential source of light. We entered the club and immediately spotted two empty chairs near the bar counter and dragged her there.
We both ordered some shots of vodka and then I went with tequila.
"Aarvi come let's go dance ".
Kyra dragged me to the dance floor. We both made our way to the middle of the dance floor. There's loud thumping music and the song was unrecognisable. The alcohol made me forget about my surroundings.
We danced to music for about an hour. People joined us and we enjoyed ourselves. After sometime Kyra grabbed my hand and indicated that she needs to use the restroom. I followed her out of the dance floor because I am exhausted. I told her I will be sitting at the bar counter and left her to do her thing. She sprinted towards the restroom.
Looks like someone's in a hurry.
I giggled at that.
I ordered a vodka soda with grapefruit juice and lime. Usually, beer was my go-to. But I wanted to try something new for the first time despite the consequences. The bar attender placed my drink in front of me and smiled showing off his dimples. I smiled back politely. He's so not my type. As I was drinking my mind drifted back to the interview I had to attend.
So much for forgetting.
My mind again took me to the thoughts about my non-existent boyfriend. In my twenty-one years of life I never once had a boyfriend. I have always wanted one. But no one was ever interested in me. And I had way too many expectations for him. Because I am a nerd, I wanted my prince charming as they described in those books. Charming, polite, friendly and many more. But I realized way before then that I lost my interest in love. It was because of him. Granted it was puppy love but love nonetheless. Or at least that's what I think. I didn't even realize that it has been a long time since Kyra left for washroom. Clearing my thoughts I got up to find her. After searching for a while a body blocked my path.
"Hey, beautiful. Are you alone ?"
I heard him say. I looked up to see a boy with grey eyes and brown hair. His eyes held an intense stare, the kind where you want to crawl up inside a hole and never come out. A chill ran down my spine. he lifted his hand up to my face to put a strand of my hair behind my ear and started
"You looking damn sexy tonight .why don't we get some fun .huh?..."
he said bringing his fingertips to my bottom lip and pulled my lip out catching with his thumb and index fingers. My brain isn't working. It took me some time to respond. But as I realized what he was doing fury came through me like a storm.
The nerve of this asshole?
I shook my head and balled my palms into fists. Just when in about to throw a punch I felt another hand hovering around my waist. Red was all I could see. I took the hand on my face, twisted it and kicked him in the groin. He clutched it and groaned in pain. Taking the hand behind me I clutched it and stomped on it. He started moaning and clutched the nearby stool. This act of bravery and also the alcohol made me exhausted. I looked around to see the boy I holding his foot and moaning. He looked up and I saw the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes I have ever seen. Before I could think of Anything else my mind went black and the last thing I heard was Kyra holding my weight and thanking someone...
