Like A Blinding Light

BOOK 1: Chapter 6

Ivan

Noah opened the door and stepped aside to let me and Matt in. "Thanks, man," I said. He immediately closed the door so as to not disturb the neighboring units with the music.

I saw Matt's jaw dropped when he watched the girl who was rapping 'Wake Up'. He was glued from his spot, and consequently, I was, too. We just stood by the closed door.

As soon as my eyes turned to the girl who was standing in front of the TV, holding a microphone, my heartbeat raced. She was only partly facing us as her attention was on the screen.

But I was quite certain that what I was seeing was the familiar petite build of the girl who invaded my thoughts from time to time in the past days.

Sab. I remembered Noah calling her that morning.

It was the same light caramel-colored skin that I remembered to be soft and smooth when I had that brief moment to touch it. Only this time, a pair of yoga pants and tank top hugged her body and showed her curves. There was no denying it was her when I saw the same psychedelic flip-flops she was wearing.

I was holding my breath as I waited for her to turn her head to us.

Matt and I gasped when she finally faced us. It was only a few seconds but I was already able to take note of her features.

Her dark brown hair was tied to a messy bun and loose strands were framing her oval face. Her dark brown, almond-shaped eyes were paired with thick and long eyelashes. Her cheekbones were prominently high and was already cherry-colored that's surely from the alcoholic drinks she's been drinking. As she smiled, her dimples on both cheeks appeared as were her perfect set of teeth. She was breathtaking!

"Hi! Welcome," she playfully greeted, waving her hand at us. "Noah, be a good host, offer them seats," she said, and rolled her eyes at Noah, probably because we remained standing by the door. Then she returned her attention to the screen and continued singing. Matt and I looked at each other gaping when the girl started growling while head-banging.

"Holy shit!" Matt exclaimed.

Is she for real? I thought to myself.

I could finally put a face to the girl I've been hoping to meet. The girl who smelled peaches and cream. The girl who I thought was shy because she couldn't even look at me that day when we bumped into each other. That girl is standing in front of me right now. The girl who could, apparently, light up a whole building with her smile. And the girl who just surprised the hell out of us, in a very jaw-dropping way possible.

Oh, fuck, I'm screwed.

It would be an understatement to say that I was stunned for a moment. When I heard the claps and cheers, that was when I remembered to close my mouth. The girl was already taking her bow as another girl and a guy who were seated on the couch roared. She put the mic down on a nearby table, and dove towards the couch while throwing fits of girly giggles. She nuzzled to the man's neck, either completely oblivious or just didn't mind that we were around them.

But I did mind. And I was aware of the unpleasant feeling the fucking scene awakened in me. I couldn't name it- the feeling was a mixture of disappointment, anger, hurt, or envy?