*Samantha’s Point of View*
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"Um, ah... Hey," a familiar voice uttered nervously as I am facing the mirror and wiping my stupid tears away.
Come on, who will not cry out of anger or grief if the love of your life doesn't like you and she already has someone that she really loves?
They look so happy together. I know. I'm totally a big loser for crying myself out. Damn, it turned out that that girl at the fast-food earlier is MY Red's girlf--- no... Red is just mine and mine alone.
I finally looked at the one who spoke, and it's just Red.
Hold on a second, IT'S RED? She's freaking here! Gosh, what should I do?
Then I stared at her, and she was avoiding my gaze.
She's wearing a white fitted t-shirt that has DJ XCeed printed inside her black leather jacket, skin-tight tattered jeans, and matched with a sneaker. So, she's a DJ? Well, of course, I saw her earlier and heard her sing for me. Geez, I can't help but blush at the memory. She gave me a flying kiss. But damn, she has a freaking girlfriend, and she is right there outside.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her coldly.
Like, come on, I knew her all my life, but I didn't know that she has a freaking girlf-- no, and she's a freaking DJ.
She composed herself and cleared her throat.
"Well, I'm supposed to be the one asking you that," she said and smirked while her hands are in her jacket's pockets.
And she really looks so gorgeous. No, she looks so hot. She didn't wear her glasses, and her red hair was braided perfectly, showing her beautiful perfect face. She's so cool, and the same way makes me feel hot. Oh, stop it, Sam, she's not available.
"I asked you first, so you should answer first," I said firmly while crossing my arms on my chest and staring at her like she's a kid that was being reprimanded by her mom.
"Uh, I ah... Nope, you answer first," she argued and popped the 'p'. I didn't know that she could be stubborn.
I raised my left eyebrow at her, and she just gave me a goofy smile. What the heck is wrong with her?
Then I just rolled my eyes at her. I am mad. No, I am furious.
"Alright, you girls, are not allowed in here. You're still minors," she asserted, and I scoffed.
So, she doesn't have a plan on answering my stupid question. Yes, stupid, because I knew all along that she's a freaking DJ in here.
"Why do you care?" I asked her in a teeny tiny bit angry voice.
It's not like we're close or something, but she sounded like she cared or maybe just my crazy imagination.
"Well, alright, fine. Never mind," she shrugged and leaned on the nearest wall.
"So, what are you doing here?" I asked her again with my stupid question.
She didn't say a word, but instead, she showed her shirt with DJ XCeed printed on it. Alright, I get it, okay?
"Well, obviously, I'm a DJ here. So, any more questions?" She answered, then asked me.
"I said, what are you doing here, in this very room?" I asked her so that I won't sound stupid for asking her if she works here or not because it's so f*cking obvious like she said.
And she seemed to get what I meant, and she made an 'o' face. Damn it. She's so cute. I wanna taste those… Ugh! No.
"Umm, I don't remember that this room is 'exclusively for Sammy only'." She replied, and wait…
Did she just say 'Sammy'? Oh, gosh, I feel like my heart just stopped beating, but the truth is it's beating so damn fast. And I bet that my face is as red as her hair.
I'm speechless, and I can't look at her face right now.
Then I composed myself because I don't want to look any more foolish in front of her.
"Alright, don't worry. I'm leaving." I stated and started walking.
And as I was about to walk past her and going to the door, she blocked my way and made our bodies almost touch. Sh*t! I swear this gorgeous girl will be the death of me.
"Stay," she said firmly. And I can feel her warm breath on my face.
Come on, can this night be more perfect than ever? Yes, a kiss would do. Oh, stop it, mind.
I'm sure that she can hear my heartbeat because I can't control its beating.
Then I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I need to control myself before things get worse.
"I'm leaving," I said, a little firm. But the truth is she's making me weak.
"Nope. You stay," she said stubbornly. Yes, make me stay. Oh, shut up, crazy brain.
I sighed and tried to walk past her, but she gripped my right arm, and I think that the electric shocks flowing from her are transferred to me. Then she said,
"I said, stay." Now she sounds so scary. But I won't back down.
"What if I don't? Because I'm going home." I asked her with a raised eyebrow. No, you can't make me stay because I will stay willingly.
She sighed and pulled me to her, and at last, our bodies touched. Then she leaned in closer to my face, and I can feel that my back is now touching the wall. What is she gonna do?
As my mind is still in shock, I felt something soft and warm pressed on my lips. And I realized that it's her lips on mine.
What the heck? I think I'm sick. My stomach is like rolling inside and doing some flips. And I can't describe the feeling, and my body seemed to get weaker. Gosh, I love this feeling. If this is a dream, please don't wake me up.
Red is kissing me. This is the best thing that has happened to me in all of my existence here on earth. I mean, I kissed her when we were still kids, but she was unconscious at that time, and right now, it is something like a dream come true.
Our lips moved in sync, and she let go of my arm, and her hands are now on my waist.
While we're savoring the moment, I didn't notice that I snaked my arms on her neck and pulled her closer to me. Is this really happening?
I missed her so much, and I didn't think that following her girlfr--- WAIT, she has a freaking girlfriend! And what is she doing?
I pushed her away, and shock was written on her face as we both gasped for air.
Then I stared at her unbelievably. How can she kiss me if she has a girlfriend?
What I hate the most are those people who cheat on their partners, just like the person who is supposed to be my mother.
She's about to talk, but my responses are so quick. I have slapped her as my mind was clouded with anger and hatred for the memories of my mom choosing some guy over my father.
"Cheater!" I yelled at her, and I stormed out of the room, leaving her frozen in place.
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*Shane Karla’s Point of View*
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I am guarding the ladies’ room and prohibiting every girl from entering. Well, I just knew that Sam got inside there a minute before I pushed my cousin to go inside to fix herself. Damn, I swear that girl is such a coward. More cowardly than me.
And I've been saying 'out of order' for the 13th time now.
Then my spirit almost jumped out of my body when the door of the ladies’ room was slammed shut.
"Dang, you almost killed me... Oh. Hi, there!" I let out and was startled that it's Sam.
She just stared at me for a while and went straight to the crowd and then heading to the main door. I think she's mad. Is she going home?
Now, I wonder if my baby girl is still alive back there. What did she say to make Sam stormed out of the room? Damn, I have a bad feeling about this.
Then I hurriedly went inside, and I saw my cousin staring in the mirror.
"Hey, Babe, what happened?" I asked her, but she didn't say a thing.
I looked closely at her, and I noticed that her right cheek had a handprint on it. That left-handed b*tch...
"Sh*t! Did she slap you? She is so dead to me. She'll regret this. I swear she won't get out of here alive." I ranted and was about to chase the girl, but Claire held my arm.
"I'm fine, Shay," she uttered while still staring at the mirror.
"Uh, so what happened?" I asked her curiously as I tried to get a closer look at her face. Dang, it must be hurting.
"It's all my fault," she said, and finally, facing me.
"Why? What did you do?" I asked her, and she took a deep breath before speaking.
"I... uh... I kissed... her," she said while stuttering, and with that, my eyes went wide, and my mouth hung open.
"You what?" I asked her again because I was not expecting her to do that.
"I kissed her. We freaking kissed, Shay," she, frustrated, and went out of the room.
I followed behind her, and she's heading to my room upstairs.
"Then why did she leave you slash slap you?" I asked her curiously while she's about to wear a sweater.
"I don't know. Maybe she was disgusted by me," she stated frantically, and my eyebrows met.
"Hmmm, maybe you're not a good kisser. Or maybe she's not gay." I told her, and she pouted.
"Haha, thanks. But she kissed me back, Shay," she replied while putting her computer and headphones inside her backpack.
"Well, if she kissed you back, then maybe there's a big chance that she likes you too. What do you think, Babe?" I told her, and she just sighed.
"I don't know what to think. I'll just go home and rest. We still got a job tomorrow." She uttered, and yes, we still have to be at Aunt Eden's resto to perform. I'll be on the piano, and we're gonna sing together.
"Okay, I think that you both need time to process what has happened tonight," I stated and followed her to the door.
"Yeah. Bye, Shay," she bid me goodbye and kissed my cheek.
"Alright, send my regards to your mom. I'll be early tomorrow." I told her, and she went down the stairs to go home.