EPISODE 2

+++LOVE & HATE+++
As I get busy dancing,
my eyes search for Tia.
Where in the world is
she? My eyes flit
around, looking for my
best friend. I shouldn’t
have let her go off on
her own. But it’s not
like
I let her go. She just
vanished on her own.
Suddenly I feel
someone tapping on
my
shoulder. I quickly turn
to see who it is,
causing
my hair to flip
dramatically. I feel
surprised to see its Tia.
“Hey! Where were
you?”
I ask her.
She completely ignores
my question and says
something else entirely.
“Someone here wants
to talk to you”, she
says with a wink and a
naughty grin. Who
would want to talk to
me? I pass Tia a
confused look and she
simply points behind
me, so I turn around,
and immediately regret
it.
My eyes widen in
surprise and shock.
Dylan is standing in
front of me looking
breath-taking, and well,
hot. Now what would
he want from me? “Oh,
so it’s you again, huh?”
I
say, glaring at him. My
brown eyes burn
angrily.
I seriously hate his
guts. He thinks he’s all
that poo. But he isn’t. I
can’t help but
remember how he
mocked em in front of
all those people just
because I hadn’t kissed
anyone. He even sort
of
humiliated me. Who
gave him the right to
do
that? Just because I
hadn’t come around to
kissing anyone didn’t
mean I’m a loser. He’s
probably how I think he
is—full of himself,
selfish and…hot.
Wait, what?! Did I just
think that? God! I need
to stop.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He
smiles his dazzling
smile
as he says that. So
what now? He wants
me to be happy
because he’s here and
wants to talk to me?
No chance! “By the
way,
you look really hot
tonight. Wanna go
somewhere more
private and—” he
starts speaking
enthusiastically but I
interrupt him.
“Sorry, but I’m not like
those other chicks who
go all gaga for you. In
fact, I kind of hate you
for being a pathetic
player.” I say in a
matter-of-fact tone.
“So just do me a favor
and leave me alone”
I’m
a straight-forward kind
of person, but this just
took my straight-
forwardness up a
notch
or two. I’ve seriously
never been this rude
and to-the-point with
anyone. But I guess
anger does that me.
And he’s one of the
main reason why I’m
so
pissed right now.
He looks taken aback
and extremely shocked.
I bet no girl has ever
talked to him like this
before. “What? You’re
kidding, right?” he says,
his expressions that of
a confused person. He
seriously can’t believe
what he’s hearing.
“No, I’m serious, never
have been more
serious.
I hate you. I hate you
for being a full-of-
yourself Player, who
thinks he can bang any
girl he wants.” What?
Excuse me for being
rude, but someone had
to tell him this. Sleeping
around with a new girl
every week does not
make you cool, it
makes
you a LovePeddler.
I’ve always found it
very sexist—when a
girl sleeps around with
people, she’s called a
slut. But when a guy
does the same thing,
he’s titled a ‘player’,
like
it’s something very
amazing and honorable
to be. Take out school
for example. Girls like
Stacey are called sluts,
while guys like Dylan
have been awarded a
title—‘Mr. Player’. How
pathetic is that?
“Wh—what? If I’m not
wrong, this is the first
time we’re properly
talking to each other
and you hate me for no
reason?” he replies. He
still looks really
confused, lost even. I
bet no one has ever
hated him like this, for
‘no reason’.
“I think I made myself
clear, I hate you
because you’re a good-
for-nothing player” I
reply back. And it’s
true,
I hate his guts. In fact,
I hate people who think
they can play with
someone else’s
feelings
just to make
themselves feel more
superior.
You can dislike me,
alright. But hate?
That’s
a strong emotion. You
just can’t hate
someone you don’t
know” he says in a
matter-of-fact tone.
“Who said I don’t know
you?”
“Well, of course you do,
I’m popular.” he says
smirking, tilting his
head
side-ways dramatically.
“No you ! We study
in the same school. I
mean we have a couple
of classes together but
you never noticed that,
did you? How will you
anyway? You’re always
busy messing around
with bimbos to actually
open up your eyes and
look around.” I spit out
angrily.
“Uhh…No I didn’t
notice…” he replies
sheepishly.
“Whatever, okay? I’m
leaving and don’t try to
be near me or anything.
I mean…I have no
interest in you what-
so-ever. I mean it, I
don’t want to sleep
with you. I don’t even
like you.” I start
walking
away, hoping it’s the
end of the
conversation.
Except it isn’t.
“You can start liking
me,
can’t you? Let’s just
get
to know each other,
please? Besides
everyone likes me!” he
says and does this
totally adorable thing
with his eyes. I don’t
know what exactly. He
sort of widens them
and stares into my
eyes deeply, and I just
have to give in. I don’t
know how he does it,
but this totally works!
It’s like those gorgeous
blue-green orbs are
staring straight into
my
soul.
Okay, that was a
totally cheesy thing of
me to say.
I look away from his
piercing gaze, so they
can’t hypnotize me
anymore. Whoa! That
was totally
unexpected.
That should be kept in
line with the nuclear
weapons, it’s that
dangerous! I mean, he
has some-super
vampire powers or
what? He can literally
make you do anything.
Stay away from him
Alex. He’s bad news.
I desperately want to
listen to what my brain
is telling me—to stay
away. And it shouldn’t
even be difficult. I
mean
I kind of hate him and
he’s annoying. Oh, and
he gave me my first
kiss. And…it had been
amazing.
Okay, so what’s wrong
in just getting to know
each other? I mean
just
being friends. Maybe he
deserves a chance,
right? Besides it’s true.
I
don’t even know him
personally. And I’ve
done nothing but
judged
him. Maybe he’s not
bad
as he seems. Maybe he
is nice. “Alright, but just
getting to know each
other. Don’t be clingy
and don’t try to be
extra-close to me
because we hardly
know each other. And
you’re not getting into
my pants. Just so you
know.” I say.
What? I need to be
careful, you know? I
know exactly what
guys like him want. In
fact, all guys want the
same thing. They just
want it physical.
They’re all the same.
“Of course baby!” Dylan
says cheerfully in
response.
“And no sweet name
calling, just call me
Alex”
I mutter.
“Well, Alex is a sweet
name” he says with a
shrug
“Whatever” I say and
quickly turn away
before he can notice
how my cheeks have
suddenly turned red.
How does he do it? I
swear to god I don’t
blush easily. How did he
manage to make me
blush in one damn go? I
turn to look at him
again. He is about to
say something else
when his eyes
suddenly
fall on something—or
someone.
A girl.
She looks drunk and
looks hardly in her
senses. She is
stumbling and grabbing
on things for support.
Clearly She has had too
much to drink. Her
auburn hair looks
downright messy, top
it
with her skimpy
clothes
and her curvaceous
body and she looks like
a male fantasy.
Eww
Be right back!” he says
and goes off towards
that girl. He quickly
grabs her in time
before
she falls down. Down in
his arms, she looks up
at him and mumbles
incoherent things. She
really is drunk.
“I’ll be taking her to the
restroom, alright? Wait
for me for a couple of
minutes.” he says to
me. I nod in reply. His
arms quickly go around
that girl to support her
and then he walks her
off in the direction of
the washrooms. And I
don’t know why, but I
actually want him to
return fast.
I stare after Dylan as
he walks away with
that girl in the direction
of the restrooms. Now
that he’s not around
and I can think clearly, I
realize I sort of liked
talking to him. I liked
how he was slightly
flirtatious and he called
me “baby” even though
I hate it when guys call
you stuff like that, like
they’ve known you
forever, when they
don’t even know your
name. But most of all, I
liked how he was
actually interested in
me.
Nobody ever notices
me, like I said. If this
was a movie, I’d be
one
of those faceless
people walking in the
background, those
people who don’t have
any real significance.
They are just…there.
Nobody watching the
movie wonders about
them, their existence. I
mean, have you ever
heard a girl say—“oh,
who is that girl in the
blue sweater behind
the
hot male lead of the
movie?” No, you
haven’t. Have you?
Exactly. I’m one of
those ‘background
people’. And it’s really
crazy that someone
like
Dylan, the equivalent to
the male lead in the
movie, actually notices
me. And not just
notices me, he also
shows interest in me.
Who are you kidding
Alex? He just wants
some good sex, and he
wants it from you.
“Wow!” Tia exclaims as
soon as Dylan vanishes
from the scene.
“Huh? What do you
mean?” I ask with a
confused expression on
my face even though I
know exactly what she
means.
“Nice…”she mumbles.
To
be honest, I’d even
forgotten Tia had been
here. It’s like I’d
forgotten where I
was,
it was just about me
and him.
“What are you talking
about?” I mutter.
“The school’s hottest
guy showed interest in
you, and you
completely
blew him off”
“You know what he’s
interested in. And he’s
not getting it; at least
not from me, anyway.
C’mon, let’s enjoy, we
aren’t supposed to be
waiting for him, are
we?” I say and head
back towards the
dance
floor, this time
dragging
Tia with me. We both
start swaying our
bodies to the music
and
talk along. I start
enjoying myself
thoroughly, completely
forgetting about Dylan
for a while and our kiss.
“So, what happened?
How does he even
know you?” Tia shouts
over the music.
“Well…Uh…we kissed!” I
say rather hesitantly.
“What?! If I’m not
wrong, this was your
first kiss?” I nod.
“Awesome!” she
exclaims.
“What’s awesome
about it?” I say, acting
as if it’s not a big deal.
But of course, it is a big
deal. It was my first
kiss after all, they only
happen once.
“You kissed the
school’s
hottest guy, not to
mention it was your
first damn kiss, what
more do you need?”
“Tia! If I’m not wrong
I’m not the only one
who has kissed him. Till
now he must have
kissed thousands of
girls, what difference
does one girl like me
make?”
“But still…he was the
one who gave you your
first kiss. It might not
be a big deal for him.
But to you, it most
certainly is.”
Sometimes I think my
best friend has these
super-powers. She’s
always able to detect
when I’m lying or say
exactly what I’m
feeling. It’s honestly
very scary.
“It’s just a kiss,
besides, it’s not like I
was the one who
wanted to kiss him.” I
say with a shrug, still
keeping up my I-don’t-
care façade.
“Just a kiss?” she says
wiggling her eyebrows.
What? No, it was just
a dare. I had to kiss
him.
I didn’t want to, I was
forced to.”
“Whatever, in the end
you kissed him right?
So
how was it?”
“Umm…It was actually
nice”, I can’t help the
smile creeping my face.
“Cool!”
“Oh god, it was
seriously awesome! I
loved it!” I exclaim
happily. It feels so good
to actually say it out
loud. I’d been secretly
ignoring how amazing it
had felt all this while,
but now I was finally
admitting it to myself.
“Promise me you won’t
tell anyone about this, I
mean about me
enjoying that kiss, or
for that matter kissing
him. It’s not like we’ll
be
kissing again anyway. I
don’t wanna be known
as one of those girls
who’s got involved
with
him.”
“Of course I won’t tell
anyone. You can count
on me”
“Thanks… I hope he
returns soon.” I
mumble. Tia’s eyes
immediately snaps
onto
me. She looks at me
curiously.
“Are you interested in
him Alex?” she says
slowly, like she’s
scared
to say it, like I’ll pounce
on her or something.
“I don’t
know…maybe…sort of.
Does it even matter
though? I mean he’s a
player.” And I know it
doesn’t. He’s a player.
He has a thousand girls
wrapped around his
fingers. He can have
anyone anytime. But all
the same, I must
admit
it to myself—I am
interested in him.
****
I can’t believe he still
hasn’t returned. I
hopelessly look in the
direction he had walked
half an hour ago with
that girl. Where is he? I
don’t know why but I
feel miserable. Can it be
that Dylan had found
someone much more
interesting than me
and
got busy with them?
Chances are, yes he
has. My gaze flits
around. You can find a
beautiful girl in
practically every corner,
looking spectacular in
her tight-fitting
clothes,
looking breath-taking.
Of course he has found
someone better.
Why would he even
return Alex? You’ve
been nothing but rude
to him since you’ve
met. You won’t flirt
with him; in fact you’ve
made it clear you won’t
do anything with him.
He’s obviously found a
girl who’s more than
willing to do…things
with him.
That little voice in my
head is right. It is
saying
the truth, and the
truth
hurts. I’ve been so
happy to know that a
guy was actually
interested in me. But
now it hurts to know
he isn’t so interested
that he would drop the
chance to spend some
‘quality’ time with
some hot chick.
“Tia, I better go and
see where he is. I
mean
he still hasn’t returned.”
I say to Tia. I know I
am being silly, rushing
after Dylan when he
has clearly forgotten
he
has asked me to wait
for him.
Maybe he forgot he
asked me to wait.
Maybe he got busy
with
someone.
‘Busy’ right! I know
what kind of busy he
can be.
I keep walking, feeling
impatient. Oh god! This
isn’t how I’m supposed
to feel. I mean, I feel
like it’s wrong. I’ve
never been interested
in
any guy like this. In
fact, I hate guys. And
what’s more? I hated
him too. Until tonight.
Tonight I don’t know
why I feel so anxious. I
feel weird. Is this the
side-effect of kissing
him?
Guy’s don’t hold the
best of my interest,
but he does, at least
he
does for now. Since
he’s
kissed me tonight,
something has
happened. No, I don’t
like him or anything. I
don’t know what it is.
Maybe it really is the
kiss. It had been
intoxicating, addictive,
flawless, amazing…
perfect.
What is wrong with
me?
I stop thinking about
our kiss and keep
walking, trying to keep
my mind blank. At last
I
am reach in front of
the
rest room. I have gone
through an empty
corridor and come here.
I can hear a strange
noise from the inside.
Let me just see.
And I come inside. I can
hear strange noises.
No,
it isn’t just any noise.
It
seems as if it’s the
noise of a
girl…moaning?
It is coming from the
corner. I walk over. My
heart is thudding
dangerously against
my
chest. Please tell me
I’m assuming thing,
please tell me I’m
wrong.
I feel shocked beyond
belief to see what I
see
right now. It’s like I’ve
received a huge smack
on my face. I suddenly
feel dizzy and there’s a
weird pain in my chest.
In front of my eyes I
see that drunken girl I
saw earlier. She is
kissing and moaning
with delight. And guess
who is kissing her oh-
so-passionately? Dylan!
He is so into that kiss,
and so is she; so much
in fact that their minds
don’t register my
presence. For a second
I
just stand there,
looking at them as
they
make-out. As the girl
moans and they kiss
each other furiously, I
feel my vision blurring.
Then I am not able to
take it anymore. A
single tear-drop falls
down my cheek.
Of course, he found
someone. He probably
got so bored talking to
you that he jumped at
the first chance to get
away from you. He
saw
this girl and what’s
more she is a hundred
times better looking
than you and he
grabbed the chance to
‘help’ her. You see how
he’s ‘helping’ her? He’s
probably glad he got
away from you.
I don’t know why I
suddenly feel betrayed
—heartbroken. Why
am
I feeling like this? It’s
not supposed to feel
like this. He’s just
kissing a girl for god’s
sake! He’s a player,
that’s what they do.
Kiss one girl here; sleep
with the some other
girl
there. They mess
around. Why do I care
anyway? It’s not that
he means anything to
me.
He doesn’t mean
anything to you, but it
hurts to know that he
finds you so boring and
uninteresting.
Suddenly Dylan opens
his eyes, and they fall
square on me. My heart
immediately responds
by beating really fast.
He immediately pushes
that girl away from
him
and steps back, like he
has been caught red-
handed committing a
crime. I quickly wipe off
the tears welling in my
eyes before he can
notice them. My eyes
narrow down on him on
their own accord. I
don’t
feel hurt anymore; it’s
only anger and disgust.
“Oh c’mon Dylan” the
girl
slurs. It’s pretty
obvious that she’s
completely wasted.
“No!” Dylan pushes her
off as she smashes
her
lips to him again. But
the girl pulls him back.
He pushes her back. His
gaze snaps onto me.
He
looks really guilty.
Naughty Person.
“C’mon baby…” she
pleads.
“Get lost!” he exclaims
angrily as he pushes
her
off again and comes
towards me.
“Stop! Stop right there!
Don’t come close…don’t
you dare.” I say angrily.
I’m sure as hell pissed
and nothing he does
can
change that.
“Please, I can explain…”
I
wonder why he needs
to explain to me, and I
wonder why I’m on the
verge of crying. He
doesn’t need to explain
me anything. He can do
whatever he wants.
Why do I care? I hardly
know him!
“You don’t need to.”
“But—“
“Go away. Leave me
alone!” and then,
without another word,
I
turn around and run
out.
I just want to get
away from him. Not
just him, this party. I
feel so disgusted. He is
a player. I knew he
was.
One girl here, another
girl there.
It’s all just a game for
him. He was kissing me
what, just about an
hour ago? And now
he’s
with her. What does he
think of himself? This
guy is clearly never
going to mend his
ways.
How could I have been
interested in a guy like
him?
I can’t help looking into
Alex’s beautiful brown
eyes. They are so big
and brown and…
beautiful. They have
something about them,
something really
mesmerizing. I’ve been
with a lot of girl. And
many of them have
been much better
looking than Alex. But
Alex’s eyes…they win
the prize. I haven’t
seen
anyone with such
breath-taking eyes. I
wondered why I hadn’t
noticed her before.
And that kiss…what I
will not do to kiss Alex
once again. I’ve never
seen a girl resist me
like
this. Yes, I’ve had my
fair shares of girls that
have played hard-to-
get, but Alex, she is
just so stubborn, she
won’t kiss me again!
But sooner or later, I
know she will come
running back to me.
That’s what always
happens. Girls can’t
resist my charms for
long.
And so I start working
my charm, smiling at
her, complimenting her
and well, flirting with
her. I’m really glad
she’s
at least talking to me,
earlier she was
refusing
to even do that. We
talk
for a bit, before my
eyes fall on this hot
chick. Her auburn hair is
slightly messed up and
she’s clad in this tight
skirt, that’s giving me
ample view of her
luscious legs. She’s
really drunk; I can see it
from here. She’s not
even able to walk
properly, that’s how
wasted she is. She
almost topples over
her
own legs and falls
down. God, someone
needs to help her or
she
might break a bone or
two. And that
someone
is going to be me.
Ironic as it may sound,
I
can never see a girl in
distress. Sure, I am a
jerk for breaking their
hearts, ‘using’ them,
but at the end of the
day, I respect girls too.
Not in the perfect
gentleman kind of way,
but I can’t see them in
need of help and not do
anything in return. No
matter who that girl is,
I’ll always help her.
I tell Alex that I’m
going
to go help that girl and
will be back soon,
hoping, Alex would
wait
for me. I seriously hope
that she won’t bail out
on me. Just getting her
to be civil towards me
has been really difficult.
And now, when I’ve
finally succeeded, I
can’t lose this
opportunity. I head
towards that girl. She
suddenly loses her
balance, but I catch her
just in time before she
falls and ends up
breaking her bones or
something.
“Are you alright babe?”
I
ask her. She nods and
passes me a weak
smile in return. “C’mon
baby, let me take you
to the rest room. I
guess you’ve drank a
bit
too much tonight. You
need to get a bit
refreshed, like maybe
wash your face with
some water or
something.” She nods
again and lets me guide
her towards the
restroom.
I take her to the
restroom, supporting
her limp body in my
arms. At first, I’d
planned to carry her
bridal style. But I was
aware that Alex was
watching me, so I had
changed my mind. I
guide her to the rest
room and then try to
wash her face there.
But she pulls me
towards her instead.
It’s all so unexpected.
And suddenly she
starts kissing me. I try
to resist her for the
first time but she pulls
me again furiously. Her
body crashes against
mine. She moves her
lips forcefully and
rapidly.
Oh she wants me so
bad. Well, if she’s really
interested….
I press my lips to her
soft ones and then we
start kissing. Her hands
trail all over my torso,
while my hands make
way towards her back,
cupping her hips and
pulling her body closer
to mine. Her lips shift
over to my neck as she
starts kissing me and
licking my skin. Her lips
land back on my lips a
few second later and
we continue kissing.
This kiss isn’t as good
as mine and Alex’s.
Wait, where did ‘Alex’
come from? Why did I
think of her? I try stop
thinking about her and
focus back onto kissing
this chick, but in vain.
Alex’s voice, her face
keeps popping inside
my
head until it gets too
difficult to do anything.
I mentally groan as I
pop open my eyes in
frustration, only to find
Alex standing right
there in front of me.
Wait, so now I’m
seeing
her too? What the
Bleep?!
Wait, this is real. I’m
not just thinking. It’s
really happening.
What is Alex doing
here?! Then I realize
what this must look
like
to her. I quickly step
away from the girl.
poo.
“Look Alex…I can
explain.” I start saying,
though I have no clue
what I’ll explain.
Ha! Explain? What will
you explain Dylan? Will
you tell her why you
were sucking face with
his drunken girl while
Alex was waiting for
you? While she was
thinking you were
helping this girl out?
Alex looks horrified,
disgusted even. I
suddenly feel ashamed.
Alex must be thinking
I’m a total jerk. I mean
I just said I’ll help this
girl out, instead I’m
here kissing her? What
if Alex thinks I did this
on purpose, just so I
could kiss this girl?
Maybe Alex thinks I
decided to help a
drunken girl because
she won’t remember I
kissed her. What if Alex
thinks I’m taking
advantage of this girl in
her drunken state?
Damn!
“C’mon Dylan…” that girl
slurs. I try to push her
off but she presses
her
lips forcefully to mine. I
push her off again.
“Just
get lost!” I shout at
her.
My eyes snap back
onto
Alex. I’m inwardly
surprised at my sudden
rudeness to the girl.
I’m
never deliberately rude
to someone without a
reason.”Look Alex…I can
explain.” I try again
“No” she backs off. I
take a few steps
towards her.
“No! Dylan just—just
go
away!” saying this she
runs out of the room. I
swear I will never be
able to forget that
disgusted look in her
eyes. Why do girls have
to be such drama
queens? And why do I
even care in the first
place? I have this sexy
girl waiting right here
for me to kiss her. Why
do I care what Alex
thinks about me
anyway? I don’t even
know her. We just met
and kissed tonight
that’s all. I don’t know
why but I decide to
rush out after Alex. I
am about to chase her
further when I see my
friend Matt walking
over. Damn it! He’s the
last person I need
around here after all
the
drama that has
unfurled.
“Whoa!” he gives a low
whistle when he sees
the half unconscious
girl
standing behind me;
looks like she followed
me outside. She is
sexy,
I’ll give her that.
Besides
she is wearing really
skimpy clothes. She’s
totally the kind of girl
Matt goes for. Heck,
she’s totally the kind
of
girl I go for too. I’m
just
wonder why I’m not
‘going’ for her now.
Seriously, why am I
here, about to chase
after a girl I don’t even
know? That girl is no
Stacey, she’s definitely
not the type of girl I go
for. Plus she’s been
nothing but rude to me
tonight. So why am I
here, about to run
after
her?
“Enjoying yourself Mr.
Player?”Matt’s voice
interrupts my string of
thoughts. I simply
ignore his remark. I
have to get out of
here.
But no way is he
finding
out why I look so
distressed.
“Uh…Matt?” I prompt.
Suddenly an idea
strikes
me.
“Yeah?” he responds,
his
eyes are fixed on that
girl. He’s checking her
out; his eyes are taking
in every inch of her
body, analyzing them
appreciatively. I roll my
eyes at him.
Sometimes
he’s even worse than
me. At least I don’t
blatantly eye-rape
some random chick.
“Can you take care of
this girl…whoever she
is…please? I need some
fresh air.” I say to him.
“Sure, I’ll take good
care
of her.” he winks,
grinning slyly. I know
what his plan is. I roll
my eyes again. I thank
him and head outside. I
glance one last time at
Matt and that girl.
Should I have left her
with him? I mean she’s
not at all in her senses
and I know Matt is no
gentleman to not take
advantage of that. But
as soon as these
thoughts come, I push
them away. I don’t
know her, she’s none
of
my concern. She’s in
Matt’s hands now.
I start walking away,
looking around for Alex.
I don’t know why I’m
so frantic and why do I
even care what she
thinks in the first Place.
Who is she anyway?
Just this random girl,
that’s all. But I don’t
know, I just keep
looking for her, and
don’t find her. She’s
already gone.
And I don’t know why
it bothers me so much.
ALEX
I can’t believe it. Was
this for real? Did I just
see Dylan kissing a
random drunk girl? And
I’d thought he’d been
interested in me—
bullshit! He was
obviously messing
around, flirting with me
to pass off time. He
was obviously not
interested enough to
pass an opportunity to
go after a girl like her.
But then, she was
obviously more willing. I
would never have given
him what he so
obviously wanted.
Getting physical with a
guy like him is definitely
not in my to-do list.
Heck, getting physical
with any guy is not in
my to-do list.
I feel so frustrated! So
annoyed. So…sad? But
why? I should feel bad
for that girl instead. I
wonder what would
have happened to her if
I hadn’t come in time.
Dylan would have
probably slept with her
and she wouldn’t even
have realized it! She
was drunk after all.
What would have that
Naughty Person done
to her?!
But well, it’s her
mistake too, acting like
a slut! Man! The way
she was throwing
herself at him…
I want to go and Talk
to Tia. But then I give
up on that idea. She
must be enjoying the
party, besides wasn’t
she with that guy
earlier? Why should I
bother her with my
personal dramas? It’s
not like it even
matters.
I mean he’s just one of
those obnoxious guys
you come around now
and then. He’s popular,
he’s rich and he so
obviously thinks he’s
got it all. And I hate
such people—people
who think they are
superior than other,
and
perfect. Tonight’s kiss
was a mistake, the
consequence of my
impulsiveness. I could
have avoided it. But oh
well, it’s too late for
that now.
I sigh. Why does my life
suck so much? All I
wanted was a nice,
non-eventful night
where I could just let
loose and have some
fun. I hadn’t even
intended to come here
at the first place. And
what’s more, I hadn’t
planned on getting my
first kiss tonight. I sigh
again. I walk to the
parking lot and sit
inside
my car. I sit there
silently for about five
minutes, the incidents
of tonight run through
my mind. I feel
exhausted. My fingers
on their own accord
touch my lips as I relive
the kiss I had with
Dylan.
Whatever you say
Alex,
you must admit
whatever it was, it
was amazing.
+++TO BE CONTINUED+++