Green tie. Black suit. All eyes focused on one point in the room.
So he was cute. I'll admit it. But that didn't me from turning away the moment he entered the room.
The entire crowd entered into a hushed silence. Typical. And totally not good for an ego that was already the size of a planet.
Tension. There was so much of it that I could cut it with a knife. I eyed the knife that was next to the butter. But I could think of better things to do with it.
Nothing violent, of course.
I could tell even without looking that every single girl in the room was dying for him to ask her for a dance. Except me, of course. I learn from mistakes.
I filled a cup with punch and turned around, pitying the girl who he would target. I saw him standing in front of me with a smirk on his face, as if expecting me to fall into his arms. The air around him was drenched with confidence. But two could play at that game.
I glanced up at him. "Yes?" I asked.
"The song that's playing has a good beat," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Care to enlighten me with a dance?"
My mind deciphered his request. His eyes may have been luring once, but maybe I was immune to them now.
"No, I hate this song," I said bluntly.
He got the hint, but the guy was persistent. Besides, he wouldn't be shot down that quickly. Days that he was rejected were rare. "Can you save the next slow song for me, then?" He smiled. "I'll even let you pick the song."
"Oh, I'm touched," I said sarcastically, narrowing my eyes. "But I'll have to decline. I'm not in the mood."
So I had a tendency to beat around the bush. I should have just told him to back off. But my hormones were kicking in; his good looks were getting inside my head like they had so many times before. The best thing I could do was politely decline.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he replied with a frown. "Well, I'll have to go ask someone else, then."
Ah. The jealousy factor.
However, it wouldn't work. If I could, I would have recommended one of my friends to dance with him. However, I wouldn't wish the guy on my worst enemy.
"You do that," I said, waving my hand at him.
He didn't give me another glance as he turned on his heel and walked off.
I congratulated myself on a job well done.
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A/N: Very vague so far. Tell me what you think. Comments appreciated (: