Dear diary,
It should be noted that Anna Darcy is every bit of mundane. Flat out, boring. There was no denying that now.
I mean, I try to party, but perhaps, it just isn't for me.
I couldn't hold on in there for any longer. It was all mind wrecking.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I found that figure locking lips with Valerie.
Yes, it did sting my heart. Even though, Audrey had mentioned that their relationship was all just flings, it itched at me so well coming to behold him grappling and fondling every part of her body.
It hurts.
Lord! Whatever has happened to me?
But I made my way out, hoping my exit would rid those damning thoughts that fill my heart.
Whatever am I to do now?
I know this feeling that grows in my heart, and in as much as I hate to conceal it, it remains here.
And what does tear me is that Hannah Grace longs for him.
Zachary Cobain has managed to possess the heart of my friend here, and at that, I found myself in a jumbled situation.
"What are you doing?"
That voice had snapped me off the floor at once, figure pushing to my feet, with my gaze soon coming to behold a pair of hazel eyes hovering right before my face.
Those eyes were soft, warm on my profile, and as if they spoke to me, they did enough holding my stare.
"Why are you out here alone?"
Only at the break of those words had it snapped me to realization, the person stood before me.
His eyes skimmed every part of my face, gaze never shifting off mine, and despite the chill that filled the area, I could feel the warmth that danced between our figures.
"I-I sought some peace"
"Do you do that at every party you go to?" His breath was low, hitting my skin. "Turn away from everyone"
"No"
"Then it's just this one then"
"I don't go to to parties" I clarified.
"You don't go to parties" He pronounced.
"And why is that, tinkerbell?"
"I've never found the fun in that" I called.
"You don't find fun in mingling with people?"
"I don't find fun in the noise and sweat drenched bodies grinding each other"
My utterance had pulled his figure even nearer to mine, and right when our forms were just an inch mirroring each other's, I pulled back at once, looking away from him.
"Why fret, Tinkerbell?"
"Why do you call me that?"
"It befits you?"
"You have a nickname for every person you come across?" I called at once.
"No. Just the ones that manage to catch my eye" He followed flatly, utterance managing to earn my gaze
"I won't bite" The chuckle left his lips at the sight of my retreating form.
"I should leave" I followed at once, grabbing my bag and pushing past his form.
"What's the name?" His voice called after my figure, but I bothered not taking a stop.
I moved away from him, away from the party, and away from the fact that this stranger had caught me just right.
He's done well tugging at that feeling in my heart. That feeling that had me rushing with delight, while longing for him.