She wasn't exactly the girl you'd normally see or meet.
Even though in her twenties and even though she usually acted the exact opposite, she was quite mature for her age. She would cook, study, take care of her family and still act all crazy with her friends. And with her charcoal black curly
hair and her russet brown eyes she would enchant all of the boy's hearts without even knowing so.
Her name as unique as she.Cleo.
Named after the Egyptian queen Cleopatra.She had that confidence vibe perfected.Sensual, erotic looks and a perfume that filled the room.Now she was in a bar. Minimalistic, colourful and let's say...sexy.
It was a long tiring day ...and she used to come here for fun after work.
She could never live without fun..it was her nicotine..a way to escape reality.
She would dance with strangers..kiss silly boys who thought they had a chance with her and make new aquaintances every night.She was in the middle of a conversation with her new aquaintance, when her phone rang.
Frowning,she picked up and her eyes widened when she heard her best friends broken voice.<<Cleo..>>her best friend's fragile voice made her heart feel weak.
She could already picture her tear soaked face and her pink-red nose.
Concern edged her face as she started picking her stuff from the chair she was previously sitting.<<Alyssa,what happened?>>she asked anxiously and clenched her fists when she started sobbing. Anger filled her and she already knew what the problem was.
<<Be there in ten.>>she said and after living twenty dollars in the table,she stormed out of the store in search for the bastard who made her friend feel like that.She got into her car and stepped on the gas so hard it was a miracle she reached outside his apartment alive.
She got out of the car and slammed the door shut, boiling with anger.
She was outside his door and was trying to calm herself.
But she couldn't.It was 1 in the morning.
She started banging on the door ,so loudly,a few lights appeared from the other apartments.
But she didn't care,this was personal.<<OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKING BASTARD,OR I SWEAR I'LL->>she was interrupted by the opening of the door and an unfamiliar face.
<<Who the hell are you? Where's Jack?>> she wondered out loud and stepped back.
He looked at her up and down and a smirk made an appearance on his face.
She cocked an eyebrow and felt her temperature rising once again.
<<My eyes are up here. >> she said through greeted teeth and he licked his lips amused.
<<Dude.>>she said waving her hand in front of his eyes.<<Are you mute?>> she asked sarcastically and he chuckled.
<<Name's Luke.I'm his roommate.>>he said and lifted his hand for a handshake.
She looked at it hesitantly but eventually shook it.<<Cleopatra.Well,Luke do you have any ideas where your friend could be?>>
she asked calmly and pulled her hand away.<<Cleopatra..huh?Suits you.>>he said and she rolled her eyes
<<Thanks.Now can you tell me where your friend is?>>she asked and he felt compelled by the fire burning in her eyes.
<<Depends.>>he said leaning on the door.<<What do you want from him?>>he asked curiously looking at her playfully.
<<I want to punch him.>>she said honestly and he raised his eyebrows surprised.
<<And why is that?>>he asked intriqued
<<And why should I tell you?>>she asked raising her eyebrows at him ironically.
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