It was the night of mixed feelings; I already knew it. The tension between us was just like the lightening of dark clouds before the storm, and now it was at ease for once, like a rainbow after the rain. I wasn't sure if I was ready to welcome any guy in my life, even as a friend, but Alex was a friend too. Why can't Jack be a friend? . I was being honest with my feelings, but I was not ready to accept it. Another infatuation maybe, but I never wanted to please him or get his attention. Maybe just because he resembles the guys I look here on television surviving or coating controversy.
I think he is one of them. No doubt he is. I always want to teach lessons to such people. My heart is filled with rage for no reason now. I know it's wrong to see people around me suffer for no reason, but I have become used to it. At least I am reacting. I have felt so much so early in my teens that at this last stage of the annoying 19 I have stopped feeling completely. It's not like I don't want to explore; it's more like I am scared to take initiatives, and at the end I can't do that again. to mark up to something I am unsure about. After all, it is my choice. But wait, he didn't even ask if he wants to be friends with me, but I was preparing myself for the worst. The worst was falling into toxic patterns again, to be the Hailey everyone fools.
Emma was scaring me as if he held my upper mass, not my wrists. As if he didn't just want to put that ring but lock me up in a wild way. Even I was having fun calling myself the hunter. At last I opened my diary of quotes. I open any page randomly. I do that for nights I require peace. " if you beg for love, it will taste like an old wine.".
مانگی ہوئی محبت کا مزہ بگڑی ہوئی شراب جیسا ہوتا ہے۔
JACK HARRISON
I could hear her clatter. I recognize it very well since our first meeting. I was as invested in this as my first date. Soon she walked towards me, and she had nothing to say. She was unlike the other girls I have witnessed, flattered by my looks, dying to receive just a simple gesture from me and those who were so jolly and nerdy—the kind of woman we really look for "in a wife." She was a sassy combination of sweet and sour, poison and herbs, liveliness and stillness—at last the dull and the shimmer. Through her white dress raising above the ankle, hugging her hips, then a defined waist to top, her silhouette was clearly visible against the burning waves of Qatar.
To be honest, I am a very mature man. There was no reason to be angry at her, but I was interested in her, or maybe something in her triggered me. Me, son of the most topmost lawyer, Qatar,qatar was standing here in degrees waiting for a junior to return her ring after being insulted for no reason. I really wanted to know what I even did to her. What makes her like that? I yelled at her so that she let it out. She apologized and defended her behavior. I controlled my smile as she was angry. I mean, Lil doll, 😏 your wrist is literally equal to the first fourth of the size of my hands. I placed her ring back. She was rushing towards the gate. I decided to go away, but where? We just live in the same place. I was coming to West Bay after my lady of the day.
hailey's pov:
Isn't it just a week since our college has begun? Ther is no hope for regular classes but the upcoming events," Emma said while looking at the pdf, which included invites from our college for the grand freshmen party in the biggest hall of Robert Gordon, the Pearl. The venue was up to the mark, and it required vintage, elegant,elegant and modest outfits as we had a chance to introduce ourselves in front of the whole law department. This gave me chills when almost all our seniors were managing the event. I don't need to tell why. We had just 2 days to decide our outfit.
"This was the reason; I thought college could be fun," Emma exclaimed. She asked me if we could ask Alex to accompany us; however, he must be busy. I agreed. Hanging out with a guy like Alex must be part of the slay. After roaming around the mall for few hours, we
Decided to go back as we could not find the appropriate "vintage" themed costumes. They were very casual. I decided to open my mother's closet to find the one. After taking out a lot of party wear, casual dumps.
I found my outfit, a rose elysion gown.
With a baby pink hue beaded with tulle fabric, embroidery of flowers and crystals around the neck made it more elegant, and finally the long puffy sleeves gave it a vintage touch. Luckily, my mother brought two of these kinds.
"The Garden in the Sky" dress. The dress was of ice blue color, which complemented her very well. The tulle embroidery of yellow tulip and white daisies made it look more esthetic. I was just like my mother; the dress fitted me perfectly, but we needed to fix it for Elle. The designer in me had been back for 2 hours, sewing and fixing it according to her shape. Although we could easily afford a new one, the essence of the vintage touch was the reason to stick to this one, or simply because we are lazy enough.
Today the Robert Gordon was looking like a tourist destination. This morning was truly going to change the scope of my social life. Its been years since I have introduced myself. I was more happy as I was going to welcome my new self. I was going to get the respect and reputation I always deserved, and if not, I was ready to fight for it. As we walked through the campus, helping not to stumble in these huge gowns. We could easily spot some fairies, some witches, and some solids among men. Only some of them. The rest of them didn't bother to follow the dress theme. They were kids of rich Arab officials. The Arab women were wearing a scarf around their heads with beautiful, bright-colored abayas and flared pants.
The fragmentation of the specialized menu was bothering us; we were wondering if we would be able to taste all of them. "balaleet," "Madrouba," "saloona," ".If we talk about the dessert section, we had the most loved "baklava, a" flaky pastry filled with nuts and honey syrup, giving it a comforting authentic vibe. The only thing that could distract us girls from the desserts were our seniors. All the seniors were perfectly dressed for the occasion; some of them were anchors and others were models, maybe.
I must say I was feeling very proud today. I don't know why, just the air of Robert Gorden or a petty classmate of mine selected in dummy admission of some third list. It makes my mind go back to the same campus near the water cooler when our sports period just stated poor Hailey was standing on the last place before the boys. Then suddenly my bottom was paralyzed for a few minutes. I was not feeling to get up from the ground. Gladly,gladly my chest didn't have much mass, so I wasn't "attracting" anyone. Those hand prints around my hips were like slaps to your character. I got up and everything went normal; no one cared, and after years he was in front of me. My eyes were digging him; his eyes were low.