02| Night Club

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Dame has been giving me the cold shoulder since last week but I was adamant on making him talk to me again. I honestly don't know the right words to say or the right actions to take to make him understand and see it from my perspective.

I don't really know how I felt about him then, and I definitely don't know how I feel about him now. He was my brother's bestfriend and he knew me inside and out. I wouldn't say it was the spur of the moment what happened between us, but I only wished that my heart and head could for once in a lifetime agree with each other or at least be on the same page.

Dame is all you could possibly want in a guy. He's the kind of guy you describe as perfect. He has the bad boy aura and a total bad ass, you could say he was the stereotypical bad boy but through all of that facade he is a muscular teddy bear. He's the sweetest and a total goof ball when you get to know him. He cares more than most, also loves more than most, and always sticks around even when it gets rough.

If it was entirely up to me, I could give him a chance but I can't lead him on to only break his heart later knowing I don't feel what he feels for me. Reality would be that no one would settle for someone they don't feel whole with or someone who doesn't make you want to be yourself entirely. Truth is, Dame is so perfect in a lot of things that I cannot keep up with and I know I could never because that's not what I want. I don't want perfect. I want the truth. I want the flaws, the fights that will make us stronger.The real thing. I know Dame enough to know he would never challenge me.

I had now realise that I am simply a huge ball of confusion because all I had come up with was that I really don't know how I feel.

"-and for the weekend you could write an essay about what we talked about today and hand it over in the next class, which is next Tuesday." My head  sprung up at the professor's voice, and I panicked since I had not paid attention in class today, which would be a surprise to a lot of people because I was apparently the smartest person in Physics, or Science in general. I'm studying to be a mechanical engineer and bare in mind my parents have no idea. If they did they would ship me to another country and enroll me in a disciplinary school.

Apparently I was our typical nerd but minus the braces where as glasses, I wear them only when I read because my vision sucks when it comes to writings. My attire are normal, nothing too relieving or too baggy but presentable enough.

My eyes averted to my friend Brielle next to me and all she did was chuckle at my hopeless look.

I then sent her a thankful look after I took a picture of today's notes in her textbook then we exited the class.

"I don't know where your head has been lately but it hasn't been in the class, what ever it is that's bothering you, don't let it. Now you wanna come to the club down town tomorrow with Dan and I?" She gave me puppy dog eyes and pouted but I only scoffed and walked further away from her. She of all people knew that doesn't work on me.

"Please, and be an awkward third wheel? I rather stay home and get lectured by my father." I grumbled and she sighed then faced the ground but her head quickly sprung up as if she suddenly got an amazing idea.

"Lightbulb! You don't have to be a third wheel if you have a date, Dan's cousin could come, his name's Cyrus and he just moved into town soo...what you say??" She blinked at me pleadingly and I cringed but then sighed and gave in.

She did a happy dance then jogged away from me and I only shook my head with a permanent smile on my face. Brielle and I had been friends since seventh grade when she moved here from Manhattan, New York. Ashtonville is not the best but has great scenery and attractions also quite peaceful, at least that's what some people believe. Some people are also dying to get out but after high school I enrolled in the community college and stayed close to home-and no I do not mean my parents but I do mean the entire place. It has bad memories but plenty of great ones as well.

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