I Crash You

20 - Gala Oh La La

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A/N: Hola! For the gala editions, I'll insert some random background musics cause it's a freakin gala.

I present you with Open Arms - Exo ver. Cause it's more soothing and I simply couldn't find the official one on Journey's, they were all too concerty. You don't want to scream on a gala, duh. So, enjoy!

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I stepped inside the tremendous mansion with my black halter sleeveless round neck cocktail dress, combined with my black strapy heels while my hair was in a neat low bun with a few loose strands on both sides to make a little contour on my chubby face.

A huge extravagant chandelier was hung on the high ceiling of the vast room. The walls and ceramics were white and unstained. A red carpet was laid in the middle, leading the way. I bet all the other rooms in this entire building weren't gonna be any much different from this one, yet not any less marvellous either.

I walked ahead, following the carpet as well as the sound of music currently being played and found my way to the door of the supposedly ongoing-event-room on my right. I gave the girl outside my invitation card. She exchanged it with a thin gold bracelet that must be worn to enter like a ticket. The room inside, which was already filled with horde of high-classed people, was in a radiance of purple as an output from the light settings above. Everything inside here was purely done in a profuse manner.

I received the warm welcome from some of my colleagues, both from Goody Joy and MD. Mrs. Bona then assisted me to the front area near the stage where I would presentate our products later. The people hadn't really gotten seated since they wanted to chatter some more to their acquaintances.

"Hey, pretty girl. You look taller." I teased Nevanya who was in her black wedges.

"Well, you forced me to, Lynx. You know I hate you, right?" She pouted.

"Just the wedges though, you still got your pants and no sleveless." I chuckled at her. She was wearing a long purple chiffon lace jumpsuit with mid-sleeves and her curly hair was set loose as she normally would. "Hey, where's the asshole?" I looked around, I noticed Joe on the other side, gobbling down on a different veggie stick than last time. Ew. That was such an open space. And I could see his rage even from afar when his employee tried to talk to him about something. He just 'snap snap snap' like the guurrll that he was. That last until he caught my stare. Fuck. He smirked cockily. I gulped unknowingly.

"Lynx? Lynx!" Vanya waved in front of me.

"Orsand. Where the fuck is he?"

"Oh. He said he was going to the bathroom."

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Lynx, it's outside." She probably had a hunch already.

"Thanks."

I raced myself to the bathroom on the left of the hall, the one which Vanya had pointed out before, ignoring her own calls. I glanced at the clock on my right, there was still about ten minutes before the event starts. Strolling to the left on the foyer, I saw the toilet arrow sign, and my steps was halted right as I turned my heels.

Good hell of a lucifer, that man was dashing as fuck in his black suit. However, I couldn't continue my words as the scene unfolded before me. The same type of veggie stick with mustard topping that I saw earlier with Joe, was also now with Orsand. She had her arms wrapped on his shoulder as she tiptoed and kissed him.

Everything seemed to be on pause. No, I didn't even like him. Well, maybe a bit of a crush because we all know he was cunningly attractive. And when he finally noticed my presence, and the bitch turned her face around too. My heart and mind was squashed into a pulp in that exact moment. They shattered and crumbled into pieces.

It was fucking Jacquelle. Out of all human population and girl-to-boy-ratio in the whole world. That bitch was smirking.

"Well, who do we have here?" Her pitch was strikingly high and annoying like a screeched wheels drifting on a slippery road.

I searched for my phone in an instant. I typed with my trembling fingers 'yutorial on how yo breatg'. Gosh, screwed typos. I clicked on whatever video was in the top.

"Lynx."

"AAHH!" I shrieked and threw my phone as I couldn't stop the quivering. My phone bruised his sharp jaw and my nail made a scratch.

"S-s-sor-ry," I muttered since my heart accelerated in a very fast pace and plummeted at the same time as reality came rushing into my brain for a sec.

SHIT, MY FUCKING PHONE!

And my butt would've actually kissed the carpeted floor desperately if he didn't catch my waist asap. Which was the last thing I actually wanted right now, but I somehow needed him. That twist of fate sucks.

"Lynx, calm down. Lynx." His low deep voice was composed and soothing, but still couldn't appease my shook.

"Isn't it the desperate loser from highschool?" I ignored her insult as I had a more vital emergency thing to do.

"B-b-breath. For-g-got. How. Br-r-, "I kept on panting for more air like any goldfish scooped-to-land would. Dang it, must had been ugly af. I suddenly felt sorry for this man.

"Inhale.. Exhale.. Inhale.. Exhale." I did as he instructed. "Calm down, take your time. Slowly, baby."

"Once a slut, forever a slut. Aren't you-"

"Ms. Notte," Orsand glowered at her. "If you're done, please go before I change my mind."

"But-"

"Jacquelle!" He glared at her.

"So, you actually recognized me," I took another deep breath, "Run before I inflate your fake ass until they explode and piss your botox everywhere." I added, my voice creaked but clear enough.

She eventually strode off, only after she scoffed and spitted on my face with her gaze like the bitch that she had always been. Great to know she never grew or anything, except her synthetic ass.

"What was that?" I looked straight into his eyes solely to find grim, anger, worry, anxious, agonized, restlessness and everything on that line of words.

"Nothing, don't worry." His grip around my waist tightened as he embraced me fully with both arms and stroked my hair, lulling me. "I'm here. I'm here for you."

What the hell?