“Surely you don’t think like that do you?”
I take a deep breath and let out a sigh. “Actually, I am the complete opposite of that; sometimes I don’t think I belong there. I feel when I speak with all the girls I grew up with, they are all planning their life’s out like it’s been chosen for them but as for me I don’t know what I want but I know it most definitely is not that.”
The bar is soon so crowded that I feel a little uncomfortable with all these old drunk men around pushing one another out the way to get their drinks. Therefore, I take my drink and my little clutch bag and head for a wander around the party. I walk through the mass of people and I cannot help but think, although I am bored and feeling alone and am sick of waiting for midnight to happen, that this really is a lovely party. Everyone looks like there having such a good time. Laughing and joking, over by the band there are a few older couples dancing looking far more in love than anyone could ever imagine. I take a long walk round to the other side where I see some younger people. I lean back against the wall and try not to show that I am eavesdropping on their conversation. I listen to their words and I come to realize, that the conversations are the same boring, snobbishness of the parties of Manhattan, it is the same mindless concern for anyone other than themselves. I begin get bored and I walk back further towards the door and to my surprise is that? No, it cannot be, is it? Yes, it is, out the corner of my eye I can see Adrian Black. I try to shift over a little so I can see him in a clear light. He is with a dark haired man, I would say younger than he is, but what do I know I thought that Adrian Black looked much older than twenty-five. There is a blonde haired woman standing next to him not nearly pretty enough for him. He stands in all his perfection looking like he stepped off the pages of a magazine, running his fingers through his hair as he speaks to his friend. As I stare more, I can see the woman trying her best for his attention but nothing she seems to do, even in the slightest bit interests him. She flicks her hair touches his arm and lets out little soft giggles. However, there still no interest from him. I am beginning to think that maybe she is doomed for the same treatment that Jessica received from this man. He turns to her and starts to say something I cannot make out so I move a little closer and I hear him say.
“Cara, I really think it’s time you left now, don’t you?”
The woman looks devastated and turns to look at him trying to fight back tears as she says to him in a shallow voice.
“You are messed up; don’t ever talk to me again.”
He looks at her smugly and says, “You know what don’t worry, I really won’t even think about you again I got what I wanted and you know what you are to me.”
The woman cannot contain her tears as she races out the door. I cannot help but think, who does this guy think he is? Does he care about anyone or anything? What is his problem? What is his story? I jump out of thought, as my dad rushes up to me and he says,
“Only ten more minutes.”
“What’s then more minutes?” I say looking confused.
“New Year off course, really Lanna what goes on in that head of yours, I will never know.”
“Right of course New Year’s,” I say.
“Let’s get ready come on over to the bar.” My dad says as he rushes me to the bar area.
I take a seat at the front and wait for him to order the drinks but yet again, another grey haired man pulls him to one side. This one looks as if he is in his early sixties and in need of a gym membership. I take a sip of my champagne and wait for my dad to come back over. All the while I cannot help but look around to see if Adrian Black is anywhere in sight. I look round but I cannot see him. I turn to the other side and there he is standing at the other end of the bar. He has a glass of water in one hand and a Blackberry in the other. He has huge smirk on his face as he reads whatever is on the screen of the shiny Black phone. I look over at him and I really hope that he does not see me. I do not want to have a replay of what happened the other night. With what I just heard him say to that poor girl, I really do not think that he is the type of person that I feel comfortable talking with. Whom am I kidding? I think to myself. I am so drawn to him it is like a moth to flame. As much as I try not to stare but I really cannot help it he is just too good looking, it is somewhat annoying for someone to look that good. Oh, crap! I see him looking over. He has a look of shock on his face to see me sitting there glaring over at him. He takes a sip of water and makes his way over to me. Crap! I think to myself what does he want, what am I going to do, and most of all what am I going to say?