Coward | kth

16

16 | The flame in my soul

Flashback

It was the same routine every week.

I visited some high school party, thrown by a rich kid, where my classmates got drunk until they couldn't walk straight anymore. They played stupid games and acted embarrassing, using the alcohol in their blood as an excuse.

Today the music is as loud as thunder; it makes the cutlery on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flash everywhere like police sirens, but much more colourful. Still, the atmosphere has no impact on me.

I watch my mutuals jump into the big, in dim colors illuminated pool and take a sip from my cup, filled with Bacardi and Cola.

The way too bitter taste of the liquid almost numbs my tongue, however, I continue drinking until there is no single drop left in the cup.

By doing that, I hope for the alcohol to take hold of me sooner. Otherwise I won't get to enjoy this evening just the slightest bit.

Out of nowhere the mass begins to growl, grabbing my attention. When I see the trigger for the noise, I roll my eyes. A guy has groped a younger girl and now they are making out.

Great.

"Do those people have no self-respect?", someone beside me suddenly asks disgustedly.

Confusedly, I turn my head, trying to recognize to whom the voice belongs to.
And then I see him.

He is wearing a pair of black trousers and a simple white shirt, showing his defined biceps. His muscular body contrasts with his fine, angelic facial features, which make every hormone-driven girl feel like they don't have to die to enter heaven anymore. The stranger grants me a small smile, making my scatterbrained 16 year old self drool.

I wonder what this handsome guy's intentions of approaching me are. Should I question him? Or should I just remain grateful?

Reasonably, I decide on being polite and try to give up sophisticated impression. "And you are?", I ask, raising an eyebrow uninterestedly.

The black haired guy licks his full lips before he stretches out his hand, excepting me to shake it.

"My name is Miles."

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I try to disregard the broad-built guy in front of me and juster enter my house, but unfortunately, I fail doing that. He blocks my way to the door, resulting in me having no other choice than to meet gazes with him.

"What do you want, Miles?"

"Why so hasty?", he asks with an malicious smirk on his face, "It has been so long since we last met each other, why not catch up for a bit."

I exhale loudly, showing him my tenseness, "Because I have no time for your bullshit."

Miles playfully puts his palm on his chest, acting as if I just shot a bullet through his heart, "Ouch, Sohee. You're hurting my feelings", he replies, chuckling maniacally.