Love Has a Color

Hazel Eyes and Flying Shrimp

I enter the ballroom, my arm linked with Luke's. The room is filled with the sound of fancy business men and women talking over stereotypical piano music. I immediately notice the pungent smell of expensive colognes mixed with alcohol. I take a look up at my beautiful boyfriend, who is already looking down at me, and find comfort in his smile. Okay, Scarlett Indigo, you will get through this night.

My chestnut hair is curled so that the ends land just above my shoulders and the straps of my cobalt gown. Luke is wearing a sharp black suit paired with a tie to match me. Barely a minute after arriving at this party and he's already being swept away by an older gentleman assuring me he'll "give him back by the end of the night." I roll my eyes and decide to search for something to eat. I settle on some cocktail shrimp and take a seat at the bar.

Luke and I are always being invited to big events. He, being the amazing socialite he is, loves it. Me, being the snarky introvert I am, hate it. He's the CEO for a large restaurant chain, and I'm the CEO of what was once my father's law firm. Basically, there's no way of ever getting out of parties like this.

Over the years my assistant has become my best friend. Her name is Violet, so obviously we bonded over our crayon box names right off the bat. I wish I could convince her to tag along to one of these things. She's very out-going and loves to mingle. Unfortunately, she also loves watching Netflix alone in sweatpants on a Friday night. Maybe if I told her about the amazing food and inordinate amounts of free alcohol, she'd come with me.

I pick at the piece of shrimp laid on a napkin in front of me. This wouldn't be as grueling if Luke could just spend the night with me. We've been together for just over three years now and there's not a single event I can remember where he's not left my side at some point. I start to ponder my options: stay here alone with this shrimp, or just go look for him. Guess you're takin' a hike, Indigo.

I hop up from the bar stool and start slipping through the crowd. Luke is a fairly attractive man; almost six feet tall, dark hair, well built, flawless pale skin. The thing I love about his appearance, though? His eyes. He has gorgeous hazel eyes, with little flecks of gold throughout. They fit so perfectly with his wonderfully chiseled face. I continue to scan the crowd in search for him. I only falter slightly when my eyes land on a man I believe to be my boyfriend.

I stop dead in my tracks, hoping I'm wrong. I see Luke, or at least someone with similar features from behind, hidden away in the corner with a woman. I force myself to inch a little closer for a better look. Her slim hands are clenched around his shoulders, her head flung backward dramatically. She's obviously laughing way too hard at whatever he's saying just to be flirtatious. Luke is not, nor has he ever been, that funny.

My breathing hitches in my throat as I see him wrap his arms around her waist and draw her in close. She moves her manicured fingers to his face and traces his jawline. My whole body begins to quiver anticipating the next move, hoping it won't happen. I see him lean down, pausing as he nears her face. I see the corners of her evil red lips curl upwards, then she leans in and presses them to his cheek. He pulls away slightly, I pray a sign of hesitation, but I am soon proved wrong.

He swiftly changes the position of his hands so that one is cupping her cheek and the other is grasping her hip. He then pulls her in, initiating a heated kiss. I didn't even realize that I have gotten so close until I hear the sound of my own voice which clearly startles them. "Luke?" I squeak.

The man which I had previously wished to be someone else, turns to meet my gaze. I look up and am met with those hazel eyes. The eyes I thought I knew so well.

My lips are trembling, warm tears slowly starting to roll down my face. I want to run, scream at him, punch this witchy girl right in her stupid face. But I can't do any of that. I'm frozen, like an idiot, just staring at him. I try to decipher the emotions on his face but can't quite figure it out. I, however, am wearing my heart on my sleeve. My red, teary face obviously reads hurt and anger and pain. He seems to be upset, but I can't tell if it's because he's regretful that he did it or mad that he's been caught.

"Scar, I can explain," he starts. He takes a step towards me and all I can see is that boyfriend-stealing bitch smirking behind him. Before he can grab my wrist I yank my arm away and stumble back.

"No, Lucas. Don't, " I command, pulling the full-name card.

He stops and lets out an exasperated sigh. He then adds to the action by crossing his arms. "Are we really doing this? Here? Do you really want to make a scene in front of all these people Scarlett?"

My jaw drops and I involuntarily gasp at his question. What a jerk! Hell yes, we're doing this here. I promptly gather my composer and stand up a little straighter. I position my hands firmly on my hips and lift my chin just enough. "Yes, I think right now is the perfect time to address this."

He breaths out an annoyed laugh complete with an eye roll. "And what exactly is it that we're addressing?"

"Well, nothing other than the fact that you are a lying, cheating, good for nothing asshole who apparently can't keep it in his pants!" I don't take my eyes off of him, but I can practically feel the hundreds of people in the room now gawking at the huge scene I'm creating. I know I'm embarrassing myself but knowing that I'm probably embarrassing him even more is making this worth it. Plus, I'm already in way too deep to back out now.

I can see his jaw tighten, gritting his teeth at my last jab. "Scarlett," he says calmly. "Let's just go home and talk about this like adults."

"Like adults? No, Lucas, we are way past acting like adults. Adults don't fool around with other girls while their in a committed relationship. Adults can talk out their problems when they begin to arise, instead of running to someone else the second things don't feel right. Adults, simply, act like adults. Not like children. Not like you," I seer at him. I try to keep myself from yelling, but my volume seems to rise with each sentence.

"You want to know what the problem is Scar? The problem is you, not me. The problem is that you are not enough for me. Hell, you wouldn't be enough for anyone. You're nothing Scarlett Indigo. A no-good, talentless, loser who I am ashamed to say was my girlfriend for so long. I needed the other girls. I needed someone to give me something that you just don't have. You're a good lay once in a while, but if anyone else in this room were in my position they would have done the very same thing as me." He snickers before sighing and looking me up and down, almost with pity. "I think the saddest part is that you know I'm right. You know your worth. You know how little you mean to everyone you know, Miss Indigo."

I feel as if I've just been stabbed in the heart. It's like he didn't say a word, he just literally grabbed a knife and jammed it into my chest. I hold back the inevitable waterworks about to erupt from the volcanos that are my now puffy, emerald eyes. I look around me, ignoring the gawking bystanders, and find the nearest man with holding a tray of food. I lunge over and grab a hand-full of jumbo shrimp, startling the waiter, and turn back to look at the awful man in front of me. Think of something witty to yell, Scar!

"Y-you...you are such an asshat!" I scream at him. Well, not your best work but I guess it got the job done.

Then, I did it. I launched the entire fist full of shrimp at him. I saw the grimace on the nasty girl's face and heard her shriek out a disgusted "ew." Ha, good. Before storming out of the building I add one last comment, directed at her. "Better learn to like shrimp lady, because with him that's about all you got to work with!"

As I turn and stomp out, I hear a few giggles and a lot of chattering amongst the large crowd. Well, looks like not only did I lose one of my best friends and the love of my life tonight, but I may have just lost my reputation as well.

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