My whole world stopped, the moment we stared at each other.
The emotion transitioning from pain, to feeling numb, up to this weird excitement of seeing him, that he was the reason behind why I got the perfect score...it all happened pretty fast.
It took me back exactly the date where I first met him. Me, lying to the floor, same fights, same cold dark brown eyes staring at me, people around us, murmuring, betting which among the woman will Alec approach to help. I don't know if this time around I'll consider it good or better, now that Alec was staring at me, compared before calling me unhealthy, not even making any effort to stare back just for a millisecond.
But this time around, despite of being the similar. One thing is different.
I didn't fake my fall. The pain from falling to the floor...and the bitch fight...it was all real.
And now, it felt like I was the real bitch.
