As Violet sprinted away from the gym, tears blurring her vision, she collided with someone, nearly losing her balance. Strong hands caught her, steadying her.
-Ouch, I'm sorry,
she mumbled, wiping her tears away.
-No worries, it happens,
the person said with a smile.
-Are you new around here?
Violet looked up, confused.
-No, I'm not. Are you?
The young man chuckled softly.
-No, I'm Sebastian's friend. You forgot we met on the staircase?
Violet furrowed her brows, trying to recall, but nothing came to mind.
-I'm sorry, but I can't remember.
Mysterious guy -No problem
he said, extending his hand for a handshake. She accepted it gratefully.
Before she could say more, she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back, placing himself between her and the stranger.
-"Sebastian?"
she said, looking surprised.
-What do you want?
Sebastian demanded, his eyes flashing with anger.
-"Stay away from her."
Violet stepped between them, frustrated.
-Hey! What's your deal now? I can't even befriend a boy?
Sebastian glared at her, his frustration evident. Meanwhile, the stranger smirked, a knowing look in his eyes. Only Sebastian seemed to recognize the depth of that smirk.
The stranger bent down to Violet's level, his voice a whisper in her ear.
Mysterious guy -"We will meet soon."
With that, he turned and left ,Violet and Sebastian were alone.
Sebastian grabbed her hands, his grip firm.
-Be aware of that guy
he said in a serious tone.
-"He's no good. I might be your enemy, but if you want to avoid danger, stay away from him."
Hearing the gravity in his voice, Violet nodded, her earlier anger giving way to concern. The mysterious encounter left her with more questions than answers, but one thing was clear the drama between them had only just begun.
Violet and Sebastian exited the corridor, each stepping into their classes, but the impact of the morning's events lingered, casting a shadow over their thoughts. As they settled into their respective seats, a new chapter in their lives began to unfold, one fraught with uncertainty and unexpected emotions.
In her classroom, Violet tried to focus on the lecture. She kept her eyes on her notebook, diligently taking notes, but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. It was a subtle yet persistent sensation that made her skin prickle with unease. She glanced around discreetly but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Determined to ignore the unsettling feeling, she forced herself to concentrate on the teacher's words, her pen moving mechanically across the page.
Meanwhile,
Sebastian's mind was far from the lesson. He sat at his desk, staring blankly at his notebook. The guilt from earlier weighed heavily on him, and he knew he needed to make things right with Violet. The memory of their kiss replayed in his mind, his heart quickening at the thought. He began to scribble absentmindedly, his fingers moving of their own accord.
As he doodled, his mind filled with images of Violet—her soft lips, chocolate-brown eyes, and the way she looked at him with a mix of anger and vulnerability. His hand started to sketch her lips, each curve and contour capturing the vivid memory of their kiss. His heart pounded in his chest, the intensity of his feelings catching him off guard. Despite knowing that their relationship was nothing more than a facade, he couldn't deny the possessiveness that surged within him. Her fitted top and the graceful curve of her body were etched in his memory, a sight he wanted to claim as his alone.
Sebastian's friend, sitting beside him, noticed his distant expression and the fervent scribbling. Curious, he leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse of what had captured Sebastian's attention so completely.
Kevin -Hey, man, what's got you so lost?
he asked, his voice laced with intrigue.
Sebastian quickly closed his notebook, but not before his friend caught a glimpse of the sketch. It was unmistakably a drawing of lips—soft, inviting, and evocative. Sebastian's face flushed slightly as he turned to his friend.
-Nothing, just... thinking
Sebastian muttered, trying to downplay the situation.
Kevin-Thinking about a girl, I see
his friend teased, a knowing grin spreading across his face.
Kevin -"Must be something special if you're doodling in the middle of class."
Sebastian didn't respond, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Violet had somehow seeped into his thoughts, her presence lingering even in his moments of solitude. He knew he had to see her, to apologize, to make things right.
A few hours later~
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, students began to pack up and leave, the classroom buzzing with the usual end-of-day chatter and gossip.
Violet, feeling drained from the morning's drama, put her head down on her desk, seeking a moment's reprieve. The chaos of the day had left her emotionally exhausted, and she needed a brief escape from it all.
Her moment of peace was abruptly interrupted by a sharp knock on her desk. Violet raised her head, her tired eyes meeting the intense gaze of none other than Athena. Sighing inwardly, she cursed her luck. The last thing she wanted was another confrontation.
Athena's stern voice cut through the air.
-Yah, are you dumb? Can't you see I'm right here?
Violet looked up with a weary expression, her voice devoid of enthusiasm.
-I can see you, but I don't want to
she replied flatly, starting to gather her belongings and shove them into her bag.
Athena's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
-"Well, I don't want you around Sebastian either. What should I do about that?"
she said, arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms, her gaze boring into Violet.
Violet stood up, facing Athena with a disdainful scoff.
-"No wonder he wants to get away from you," she shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Athena's eyes widened in disbelief, and she slammed her hands on the desk, her face contorting with anger.
-What?!
she snapped, leaning in closer, her posture threatening.
Violet remained calm, meeting Athena's furious gaze with an unflinched resolve. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper but carrying a sharp edge.
-"He doesn't want you, got it? He's with me now. If you think you can have him, go ahead and try. Just don't expect it to be turning it true ."
Athena's face twisted with a mix of confusion and rage, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of the desk. She seemed ready to lash out, her body taut with barely restrained fury.
Violet, sensing the imminent eruption, straightened up, her expression cool and composed. She finished packing her bag and slung it over her shoulder, her demeanor unbothered by Athena's seething anger. With one final look, she turned and walked away, leaving Athena standing there, shouting at her with face a mask of shock and frustration.
As Violet made her way through the corridors, she couldn't ignore the whispers and stares that followed her. Students exchanged furtive glances and hushed comments, the weight of their judgment pressing down on her like a heavy fog. She kept her head high, determined not to let their gossip affect her, but the tension in the air was palpable.
Descending the stairs, she noticed a commotion below. A girl was arguing with a random guy, their voices rising in a heated exchange. The guy's hand was raised, poised to strike the girl. Instinctively, Violet rushed over and intervened, her presence a sudden and unexpected barrier between the two.
-Hey girl, let's go. I was waiting for you
Violet said quickly, turning to the girl with a warm smile. The girl looked at Violet, confusion etched on her face.
The guy, clearly taken aback, narrowed his eyes.
Violet -"Who is this?"
she demanded, glaring at the guy .
-My boyfriend,
the girl exclaimed out, her eyes darting between Violet and the guy.
Violet nodded, stepping in front of her with a determined look.
-yah we're talking here. Leave us alone.
The guy's face twisted with annoyance.
Violet- Well, I'm borrowing her for now. See ya, bro!
she said, grabbing the girl's hand and pulling her away. They hurried out, merging into the bustling crowd near the entrance.
Once outside the university, they found a quiet bench and sat down, catching their breath. The girl, still in shock, looked at Violet with gratitude.
-Hey, thanks for helping me! You're Violet, right?
-Yeah! Sorry if I interrupted
Violet replied, her voice gentle yet trying to catch breath
The girl- Nah, nah, girl. Thanks for saving me,
She said, her voice trembling with relief.
Violet-One piece of advice: he's a jerk who doesn't deserve you. Don't stick around toxic people.
I know girl sighed, tears welling up in her eyes.
-I told him to break up, but he got so mad. Two years down the drain.
She wiped away her tears, the weight of her situation settling in.
Violet -Hey, hey, don't cry. How about we go get some ice cream?
Violet suggested, her voice soothing.
-Yeah, that sounds nice,
the girl replied, a small smile breaking through her sadness.
-What's your name, by the way?
Violet asked, her tone friendly.
-Alora Ford
the girl said, managing a genuine smile this time.
-We're in the same class, right?
-Nice to meet you, Alora. And yeah, we are,
Violet replied, smiling back.
-Let's go get that ice cream and forget about the jerks for a while.
As they walked away from the bench, their bond solidified, a new friendship born from the day's chaos. They headed towards a nearby ice cream shop.
As the day drew to a close, Violet and Alora had spent their time getting to know each other better, finding an unexpected friendship in the aftermath of their shared encounter. They had laughed, shared stories, and bonded over ice cream, a comforting end to a rough day.
Later that evening, Violet found herself lying on her bed, immersed in a romantic novel. She couldn't help but blush at the kiss scene, the memory of her own unexpected kiss with Sebastian flashing through her mind, making her heart race.
Just as she was about to dive deeper into the story, her phone buzzed, displaying an unknown number. With a puzzled expression, she answered the call.
ON CALL-
"Hello?" she said tentatively.
"Heyyy, it's Alora here," came the cheerful voice on the other end.
"Alora? Hi! What's up?" Violet replied, sitting up on her bed, her curiosity piqued.
"I'm good! How did you get my number?" Violet asked, her confusion clear.
"Well, I just got it from somewhere~ Don't bother about it," Alora said with a playful tone.
"Wow, okay, haha," Violet laughed, shaking her head at Alora's resourcefulness.
"So, I'm hosting a little party tonight, more like clubbing at home, since I'm single now! and to get over that jerk" Alora announced excitedly.
"Great! That sounds fun," Violet said, though a hint of hesitation crept into her voice.
"And you're coming! No buts!" Alora declared firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"What? Me?" Violet asked, her surprise evident. "I don't know anyone there, and how will I get there?"
"Don't worry, you'll know everyone there by the night's end , and I'll send someone to pick you up. Just get dressed a little Hot~," Alora replied, her laughter infectious.
"It's fine, you guys enjoy. I don't want to intrude," Violet said, trying to find a way out.
"No! I'll be sad if my new friend doesn't come tonight. Please, you have half an hour to get ready~," Alora insisted, her tone pleading but playful.
Violet hesitated, glancing at her reflection in the mirror across the room. She wasn't used to spontaneous plans and social gatherings, especially with people she barely knew. But something about Alora's enthusiasm and the idea of a fresh start nudged her towards saying yes.
"Okay, okay, I'll come. But I'm not promising anything about dressing up hot," Violet finally relented, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Yay! That's the spirit! I'll send someone to pick you up. Be ready in half an hour!" Alora said triumphantly before hanging up.
END OF CALL-
Violet put down her phone, her heart beating a little faster at the thought of stepping out of her comfort zone. She got up and headed to her closet, pulling out a few outfits and deliberating over what to wear.
-This red one is baggy
umm, how about this one nah, I mean I will feel hot in it .
she said confused finally something caught her eyes .
She opted for a casual yet stylish look, a black off-shoulder top paired with black skirt till knees and ankle boots. After a quick touch-up of makeup and a dash of perfume, she was ready.
Just as she finished , Violet stood in front of her mirror, assessing her reflection. The black off-shoulder top she chose accentuated her neckline and shoulders beautifully. The corset-style illusion hugged her figure perfectly, giving her an elegant yet bold look. She felt different, more confident, and a bit daring. It was a far cry from her usual casual attire, and she couldn't help but smile at the transformation.
She adjusted her hair, letting it cascade down her back in soft waves, picked up the phone and called Alora giving her address to pick her up .
5 min later ~
A car horn beeped outside her window. She peeked out to see a sleek black car waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, Violet grabbed her phone and headed downstairs. The driver, a friendly-looking guy, greeted her with a smile.
-You must be Violet. I'm here to take you to Alora's party,
he said, opening the door for her.
-Thanks
Violet replied, sliding into the back seat, her nerves tingling with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
The drive to Alora's place was short, and soon they pulled up to a vibrant house, the sound of music and laughter spilling out into the night. As Violet stepped out of the car, she could see people mingling and dancing, the atmosphere alive with energy.
As Violet walked into Alora's home, she immediately noticed the surprise on Alora's face. Alora looked her up and down, her eyes widening in admiration and a playful smile forming on her lips.
-Damn, girl, you look so good! So hot!
Alora exclaimed, her voice full of genuine excitement and a touch of envy.
Violet couldn't help but giggle at the compliment, feeling a warm blush rise to her cheeks.
-Thank you! You look amazing too,
she replied, eyeing Alora's outfit with admiration. Alora was wearing an emerald green one-piece dress with a slight sparkle. The dress ended just above her knees, highlighting her toned legs, and featured a deep cut in the back that added a touch of allure.
-Thanks!
Alora twirled playfully, showing off her dress.
-I love this dress; it makes me feel like a princess but with a bit of an edge, you know?"
-Totally. The color suits you!
Violet said, smiling warmly. The green of Alora's dress contrasted beautifully with her skin tone, making her look vibrant and full of life.
Alora beamed at the compliment.
-Come on, let's get you introduced to everyone. You're going to have a great time tonight! she said, looping her arm through Violet's and leading her into the main party area.
As they navigated through the lively crowd, Violet felt a sense of newfound confidence. She wasn't just a wallflower tonight; she was part of the action, embraced by the energy and warmth of the gathering. People turned to look at them, some offering appreciative nods and smiles at Violet's stunning transformation.
Alora dragged her up to the dance floor with excitement
-"Everyone, this is Violet, my fabulous new friend," Alora announced proudly.
"Nice to meet you, Violet," said a tall guy with a friendly smile.
"Alora's been raving about you since this afternoon." Thanks, it's nice to meet you
Violet replied, feeling slightly overwhelmed but in a good way.
-What's your name?
As Violet looked at the tall guy with dark hair and captivating brown eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. His casual attire, an unbuttoned shirt and perfectly fitted pants, exuded an effortless charm that attracted the attention of many girls at the party.
-Dylan Ford! Alora's older brother
he introduced himself, leaning in closer due to the loud music.
-Oh, how much of an age gap? Violet asked, her voice barely audible above the noise.
"-Just a year," Dylan replied, his face now mere inches from hers. The proximity made her heart race, and she couldn't help but blush.
"Alora, where are you?" a voice called, and Alora giggled. "I'm coming! Violet, you stay with my brother!"
As Dylan and Violet exchanged a smile, someone hidden in the crowd watched them intently, a drink in hand, eyes burning with jealousy. The his grip tightened around the glass as Dylan leaned in even closer to Violet, The night was young, but the real drama was just beginning.