Toxic chemicals invaded Gray's lungs, a relaxing sensation embracing his system as he sucked some smoke from the weed caged in between his thin lips, blowing it into the enclosed space of his parents' basement; personalized into his very own mancave.
The dimly lit pendant lamps hanging from the ceiling of the neutral-painted chamber provided a golden glow on the coal-cushioned pool table where a handsome ginger-haired man was lost in his solo game since he abandoned him once he got a reply from Magnolia High's most desired girl.
Loke leaned on the pool table, fingers grasping the cue stick to put it back in its place. His dark eyes resemble that of a lion who watched his best friend smirking on his phone like an idiot. Out of boredom, he decided to break the silence enveloping the room, "How long are you going to hang out on your phone, lover boy? I thought we were going to the club."
"Yeah, let's go," Gray walked out of the room with his blue eyes fixed on the phone, paying no heed to the judgemental looks of his womanizer friend.
"Was that Juvia?" rang Loke's smooth voice only to earn a nod from the raven-haired. "Dude, that sweet girl doesn't deserve to be played, you know."
Gray looked back on his friend, ferocity and determination dancing in his blue pools, he spoke, "I'm not playing, Loke," he got into his Lamborghini Aventador, ending the conversation.
In her teru-teru bozu pajamas, her smooth waves of blue swayed with the cool night breeze as she sat on the ivory couch by her balcony, oceanic orbs watching in adoration at the busy streets of the city.
She was raised on her father's farm, it wasn't a mansion, but just a simple barn. During this hour from the countryside, it was so relaxingly silent with only the noise of birds chirping in the distance could be heard, and the folks are already fast-asleep, too tired from their daily chores.
When her mother had gained enough funds to get her away from the chains of her alcoholic father, they moved to Magnolia, living in one of the modest condominium units in the city. After almost three years of living in an urban area, day by day and night by night; she felt fascinated with the hustle and bustle of the city and the way how it changed its ambiance.
She stood up from the couch to drink her milk by the balcony railings, like what those popular ladies do in the movies. Her eyes caught the speeding silver-painted convertible, in the driver's seat sat Gray, seemingly racing with the white car being maneuvered by Loke.
She watched them halt in the nightclub a few distances from her condominium, being greeted by a flock of girls wearing skimpy clothes (she doesn't judge them, women are free to wear whatever they wanted since it's the way of showing confidence with their own body), but making out with those men just after meeting them? That's where she drew the line, a no-no for her.
She pouted, touching her moisturizer-coated lips with her finger, perfectly shaped brows drawing together when a thought flashed to her mind. She shakes her head, deciding to head back to her room to rest for the night.
Gray wasn't one of those men who are for keeps, he's just a boy and she's just a girl. A boy with nice behavior living a wild and free lifestyle, clearly, he had some things up his sleeves. She wondered, does he even ever wear a facade?