BEST FRIENDS

Chapter8

Yesmeen..
Sitting through boring classes can be a struggle. So, as soon as the lecturer is about to finish, I closed my books and stuffed them into my bag. I'm just counting down the minutes until I can finally go back and relax.

Once the lecturer is out, I grabbed my bag and patiently waited outside for Ameerah and Yussy to join me. Ameerah apologized for keeping me waiting, but it's no biggie. I smiled back, letting her know it's all good.

But then, out of nowhere, this girl approached us. Turns out she's friends with Ameerah and Yussy. Normally, I'm not one to make friends easily, but she seemed really cool and nice. She even asked me if I wanted to come along to her birthday party.
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Around 7 pm, I stood in front of this massive mirror, wearing a sleek black jumpsuit. As I applied the final touches of makeup, Ameerah complimented me, saying I looked amazing. I can't help but return the compliment, telling her she looked stunning too. We shared a laugh, imagining how Mr. Choco Guy would be smitten by her.

Once we hit the road, the music blaring and the wind rushing through the open windows, we can't stop laughing and singing at the top of our lungs. It's such a fun ride, feeling the warm night air on our skin.

Finally, we arrived at the party. But to be honest, I'm already regretting it. Parties have never been my thing. I find myself tucked away in the back corner of some random person's kitchen, trying to escape the deafening music. I can't understand why I agreed to come in the first place.

But the party is all good and the fact that only girls are allowed just that I don't like noises

I feel so out of place. What am I doing here?get your self out of here yesmeen

As I gazed around, my eyes fixated on the vibrant crowd, observing their animated conversations, joyful dancing, and carefree revelry. A part of me contemplated retreating to the comfort of my apartment, seeking solace in solitude. But another part yearned for companionship, not wanting to be alone. It was a perplexing dilemma, you know? So, what's the plan,I thought Are you just gonna stand there like a total weirdo, or are you gonna make a move?"inner me said

"I made the decision to distance myself from the party and embarked on a journey back to my apartment. Thoughts of Mr. Choco Guy lingered in my mind. We had exchanged numbers, and I find myself torn between texting him or not. My fingers danced on the keyboard, typing and deleting messages, unsure of what to say. Eventually, I mustered up the courage and nervously hit send."

"'Hey 😅,' I messaged, trying to keep it light. 'Miss bumper missing me already 😉?' His reply is less than enthusiastic, revealing his solitude. I persisted, suggesting that we hang out. He countered, inviting me to his place instead. With a mix of skepticism and curiosity, I agreed, thinking it might be safer than staying at the party."

"Summoning a cab, I hopped in, and it whisked me away to his apartment. The wind brushed against my skin as I stood at his doorstep, my heart pounding with anticipation. A few knocks later, I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He cracked the door open, his gaze fixated on me, as if assessing my presence."

Will you let me in or you will stay staring down at strangers?
He chuckled letting me in
All this makeup is for me wow miss bumper I am so lucky he smile closing the door behind.
Lucky what?

"You've put on makeup and came to my place just to show me. Just be quiet," I said, looking around his room.

"Everything here smells so good, just like him." I took a moment to look around the room and settled down on the couch.