Pretty Surrounded in Pink

Confusing

Winter break is fast approaching and we're on our third project. Tim has blabbed to a few of our other friends about my predicament and now there's a bet if I will or won't ask her out. I'm not worried though and I'm not annoyed by Tim. I've been getting to know her for the last couple of months and I'm enjoying it. I realized she's actually shy, she has a hard time in crowds and the few times we've presented in front of the class I've seen her twist her earrings. She told me once that I'm easy to talk to and I'm glad that I can make her comfortable. I have the confidence to ask her now, but I don't want to scare her away.

The weeks trickle by until it's finally winter break. Word passes around that Jessica and some other girls are hosting a party. I know of some mutual friends that are going and text her if she'll be there. Almost immediately she replies telling me yes and that she hopes to see me there. Now there's even a better reason to go to this party.

Before I even walk up the drive way I can hear music bumping through the house. Opening the door I'm blasted with upbeat music, the smell of alcohol and a swarm of bodies. I hear my friend Jessie shout my name over the bass waving me over to where some of my friends stand. Jessie hands me a beer and I ease into the conversation. Shortly my attention is pulled by the sound of church chimes echoing through the room. I follow the sound until I spot her and I almost can't close my mouth at the sight. She stands in front of me a pink dress hugging her body stopping at mid thigh. The color looks gorgeous against her brown skin, her hair has two braids in the front while the rest is let out in this curly fluff that falls down to her shoulders. Her lips are shiny in the low lights and I wonder how they taste. She has a red solo cup in her hand and as she picks it up to drink from it she sees me. Her eyes latch on to me and she smiles, she says something to her friends handing her drink over and walks to me. She tells me she's happy to see me, she's so close I can smell the alcohol on her breath mixing with her own fruity scent and it's intoxicating.

The music switches to a slow R&B song and her eyes light up. I remember her telling me this was one of her favorite songs. I take her hand and ask if she wants to dance she nods her head excitedly. She slides her arms around my neck and I wrap my arms around her waist. I've never been this close to her and I love it. We sway to the song her eyes close as she tilts her head back engrossed in the smooth crooning. I look down at her enchanted by this fairytale in front of me. The song begins to slow down getting to the end and she opens her eyes to stare at me. When the music actually ends she pulls away from me smiling softly and she says 'I've always loved the color of your eyes, they're my favorite color.' With that she turns around and leaves, I miss her warmth I miss her voice, I think I'm addicted to her.

We meet twice during winter break. Once for frozen yogurt the second time to watch an action movie. Both times we don't mention the party. I don't know if she regrets it, but it hurts to know that could be a possibility. The courage I worked so hard to build has shattered, I'm left confused and angry. I'm angry at myself and I'm angry at her, I can't figure her out. With only a week before school I decide to ask one person I know who can be of some actual assistance. My older sister is down from college and she's my last resort. Knocking on her door I enter when she says come in. 'Cassie' I say then I explain to her the events of the party and the aftermath. She taps a pen against her mouth and then raises an eyebrow 'is this the girl you've been fawning over since freshman year' she asks. I look at her appalled as she laughs; she tells me she was a senior then and she noticed how I was head over heels for that girl and how she's surprised I'm actually going for her.

I sarcastically laugh back and say 'help Cassie.' She looks at me with an unwavering stare and tells me that anyone dumb enough not to like me back its their lost and that from what she can tell she likes me back. 'Go for it little bro' she says, with a sigh I tell her I need assurance she tells me to check with her friends. I don't know why that never crossed my mind. Going back to my room I flip through my contacts until I find Rory's number, she's a mutual friend of ours. I text her and wait for a reply. She says she doesn't know much about whom she likes but if I talk to Samantha her best friend I should be able to find something out.