❛❛      and  then  …      ❜❜          she just kept talking for a few minutes already,     yet chilling,     head and some of her back laid lightly against the other’s     partly revealed     chest.     fingers of her bent right hand were used to caress his arm softly while the left one played with a tiny pretty necklace.     it was a fitting match for she was a tiny pretty thing too.          ❛❛      …  then  he  said  he  doesn’t  even  know  me!     me!     can  you  believe  it?      ❜❜          shaking her head,     a scoff left her lips right after she stopped playing with the necklace.     how absurd she finds it   -   to be turned down;     especially when she was the one to make the first step,     to imply a handful of possibilities.

          ❛❛      i  don’t  understand  how  could  he  refuse  …     do you?     and  to  say  he  doesn’t  know  me  well?     he’s  been  holding  me  closer  than  anyone  for  the  past  three  years!     ugh,     this  is  bullshit!      ❜❜          the guy alissa spoke about is from her ballet class,     coincidentally the one she’s dancing with in a pair.     she found him handsome enough to be worthy of her,     so that’s probably the reason why she feels quite upset about it.     she gave him the chance to become hers,     for her to become his and he refused.     it definitely hurt her ego.     even though ali might have let it out now by telling skylar,     she reaches to the left for her bag to take her diary out soon after and opens it on a blank page to start writing.     letting go of his arm,     the blonde tilts head to the side a little when inhaling all the fresh air and then looks up to his face,     lips forming a slight smile,          ❛❛      is  this  a  new  cologne?      ❜❜          a question,     followed by her shutting the diary rather immediately and moving away from him a little,     just so she can turn around and check on him better.     also not to inhale his scent again she found dreamy.     eyebrows raise up with sweet smile when she’s finally noticing him more for the day.          ❛❛      it’s  good,     really.     the  shirt  looks  nice  too  …     you’re  about  to  see  someone  later  today?      ❜❜

𝘢   𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥   𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥   𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴   𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘳’𝘴   𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴,            his   fingers   trailing   absentmindedly   along   her   arm   as   a   furrow   appears   between   his   eyebrows.   he’s   long   since   grown   used   to   listening   to   alissa   complain,   though   unlike   most   of   his   male   peers,   he   only   seemed   to   join   her   in   the   disgust   and   outrage,   instead   of   labelling   her   overdramatic.         maybe   that’s   why   they   got   along   so   well.         “he’s   a   fuckin’   idiot,”   he   mutters,   his   other   hand   bringing   his   cigarette   to   his   lips   so   he   can   take   a   long   drag,   and   then,   like   it   so   often   happens   when   it   comes   to   her,         he   gets   an   idea.   

❝   𝘩𝘰𝘸   𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵   𝘪   𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘵𝘰   𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳   𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵   𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴   ?   ❞            and   like   what   always   happened   when   one   of   them   was   pissed   and   wanted   to   make   someone   jealous,   or   show   them   what   they   were   missing,   he’d   grab   her   and   kiss   her   right         fuckin’         in   front   of   her   dipshit   dance   partner.