Green Hearts

Chapter 7

I'm pretty sure that everyone knows that they are making bad decisions when their hearts are not in the right place, so we all avoid situations that put us in such positions

Why am I saying 'we'? 'You guys', I had meant to say because you see me? I'm a huge bundle of horrible horrible decisions and I never fail to put myself in situations where I get to do my worst

This isn't even one of those stories where I'll be the good girl and I never use make up, never go to places filled with people, have only one friend...okay so maybe that part is true right now but I'm working on my plans to get my second friend back. And then, last but certainly not least, I go to parties

So maybe I should have known that I shouldn't be standing in the middle of this crowded room with a red solo cup in my hand while I stare off at all the sweaty bodies with eyes that are heavily drooping and a blurred gaze so that everyone I look at suddenly becomes a triplet

You may also be wondering why this story has suddenly turned narrative. Well, fuck you. *Hiccup, hiccup* I didn't mean that, it's the solo cup talking. I don't know why either, boo boo cakes. But I can help you draw a conclusion that leads to Muna and her very fucking brilliant idea

It all began when Muna unexpectedly dumped....holy fucking shit! That guy just punched that other guy in the....crop top? Okay, I'm not even going to ask about that. Ohh shit, the crop top guy is going to fall on me. Why am I still standing here? Oh well

A hand grabs my arm and begins pulling me away

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THREE BLESSED HOURS BEFORE

A very known hand abruptly closes my laptop screen and dumps a bag in my face. The contents clanks inside the bag and something hard from inside hits me square on the forehead

"Owwww!" I exclaim and push the heavy bag off of me. I'm rubbing my forehead and sit up to glare at the girl who has suddenly caused me pain

She doesn't look the least bit remorseful and only stares at me with a blank look on her pretty dark face. Beautiful annoying piece of...rubbish. Damn, I need to work on my trash talking.

"What did I ever do wrong to you that you have decided that you want to kill me with a bag of weapons" I whine

"We're going out. You need to find someone to get your mind off Jace and other shit" she begins to dump the make up contents from inside of the bag on my desk which I have thankfully cleared of my assignments

"Uhhh, I highly support this motion" I say without thinking, bouncing off my bed towards my wardrobe. I had been needing to get out of my bed for hours now and Muna just happened to give me a solution that didn't sound bad at all

I would of course later come to know that this decision that I was making was a very stupid one but I won't later be too mad at Muna for leading me towards a near death experience....which is obviously over-exaggerated, you're welcome....as some good did come out of it

"Well, that was some easy convincing method. I should major in Marketing" she smiles contently with herself

I turn to give her a pointed look but decide against it, seeing as she is already daydreaming in her huge bubble of ego.

I pick up a random ass top that won't cause me shit load of heat since I know that I'll be sweating a lot, and another random Jean. Not much of a dress up, but it's okay

Muna is already dressed and watching me as I only highlight my face, line my eyes and use a mascara. I dump my feet in one of my nearest sneakers and turn to Muna smiling proudly at myself

"Well you don't look too bad, so I'll take what I get. Let's go" she says and grabs her phone. I also stuff my phone in my Jean pocket and catch up with her

"So where is this party happening?" I jump excitedly beside her because I'm ready to get wasted beyond my own understanding. Thoughts of how I'm going to get back to my bed occur but I flush out the party poppers

"It's a bit off of school property. A student's house though. I don't know much of the details. I just know there's going to be a lot of booze" she singing dreamily as we hop into her car

"That's fine by me. Just don't leave me there if you're leaving" I warn her with a stern look and she raises her hands in mock surrender before easing out of her parking spot and onto the road

True to her word, it doesn't take long for us to reach the very beautiful looking house which is obviously crowded with people and music booming so loud, I feel like I'm already inside the house from being on the lawn

The sun is already setting so some weird people are lying in the grass, pointing at imaginary stuff in the sky while the sun paints them a beautiful shade of orange though they are obviously too drunk to notice it

Once inside, Muna and I split up, promising to call ourselves if there is any emergency to run to. I quickly make my way to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of what ever is inside the bowl of liquid on the counter. Dangerous, yup I know but that's the least of my worries right now

It's takes me two hours, weird dancing and a couple of cups later to find myself in the position of almost being smashed by some random heavy looking dude in a crop top to finally get who my head has been meaning to meet; Jace dragging me away from the fight scene that just broke out

His face is expressionless while his jaw clenches as he pulls me up the stairs and into a room. He dumps me on the bed before handing me a bottle of water which I gladly accept to my dry throat. I realise that I no longer have my solo cup in my hand but that doesn't bother me

I stare at his face just as he is staring at mine after I down the whole bottle of water. His eyes bore emotionlessly into mine, fleeting around my whole face at the same time. It's the first time we've been this close since he decided I wasn't worth his time

Despite the fact that there is an obvious air of his annoyance with me that he is trying to hide, I can't help not noticing how hot he still looks in a simple t-shirt and jeans

"You cause a lot of trouble, you know that right?" He says, with his arms folded against his chest. His eyes stare into mine like he is afraid that if he looks away, I'll disappear

"Hey, it's not my fault that guy was wearing a crop top and got punched for for it" I raise my hands in defence before letting my eyes wander around the room. The place is pretty impressive and gives off an expensive vibe

He doesn't reply to me, just seems content in staring me out of existence. I wonder how much hate he is haboring behind his eyes since he has refused to look my way or even meet up with me for us to talk

"This house is pretty sweet, has a nice artistic vibe to it" I state randomly as I try to drive a conversation between us. This used to be so easy, now we're fighting unseen battles with our eyes.

"It's my house" he states matter-of-factly, his eyes never wavering from mine. He begins to move closer to me.

I don't have time to process anything he just said except the fact that he is moving so close into my personal space looking so dangerously..... dangerous. Don't judge, no one told me I'd be commentating a romance novel and yes, I'm still a bit drunk

He comes closer still without saying a word even though he notices that I'm backing away from how deeply his green eyes are searching my light brown ones

My back finally hits the bed rest and he doesn't stop until my thighs are caged between his and he's hovering over me with only a few meters between us

"Can you now tell me why the fuck I can't get you out of my head"