Chasing Hearts

Episode 2

Blinding and dancing lights filled the room. Loud thumps of music embraced the jam packed floor. Men and women freely roam around the area, losing their inhibition and chilling at the same time. The sun's still out but people here are already enjoying the time of their lives.

While we are walking to hell knows where, I bumped into someone. The girl shrieked making me surprised. "I'm sorry.." I slowly uttered. "Watch where you are going, dude." the tall, blonde woman said. She raised her left leg then fixed the strap of her heels then smiled. Winked and traveled her hands on my shoulders then walked past by me.

"Pretty hot, right?" the cigarette guy I met earlier asked. I looked at him in disbelief. I think I know what kind of guy he is. Oh boy. He placed his arms around my shoulder and we walked across the crowd, getting nearer at the empty table located at the far right corner.

"I don't plan on getting drunk today" I said, as soon as we sat at the sofa and laid our back on the soft cushion. He chuckled and looked at my direction. I moved meters away from him when I saw how close we are at each other. He looked at me, amusement is visible in his eyes. What's his problem?

"With all what happened with you today, you sure you don't wanna drink?"

"I'm not sure how I can go home if I did" I laughed at the thought of going home, wasted and smelly, right in front of my mother and sister.

"You have me though, I can take you home" he mumbled while finding something in his pocket. I grimaced at what he just said. Is he being serious? We just met!

"No thanks, I don't even know you. Who knows what you might do to me, I was just being careful." he laughed loudly making the other people near the table looked at us. Raising my eyebrow, I glanced at him clueless why he is laughing. "Then you shouldn't have went with me here!" he exclaimed.

"Let's just f*****g drink!"

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Mild strike of sun's ray traveled across the window, directly hitting the flesh of the person closely laying at the bed. Phone's loudly ringing right behind my ears making me winced and slightly open my eyes. The unfamiliar ceiling made me jumped from comfortably laying in the bed.

Where am I?

I looked around the bedroom where I am in. Gray walls accentuated with black paint, music records, trophies, and the familiar photograph displayed at the top of the side table. f**k. It was his room.. I wandered my hands at my body and horrified when I don't feel my clothes.

Fuck f**k!

Did I get laid? Oh God!

I immediately looked for my phone at the sheets only to find out that it's gone. I looked around of what looks like a bachelor's room then sat at the edge of the bed. There's even a teal colored shirt and a pair of white shorts at the bedside table. I'm guessing that these are intended for me. On the right side of the bed, a massive window overlooking the beauty of the cityscape lies right in front of me.

Slowly walking near the window, memory of what happened days ago came running at my mind. It's funny to think that I ended up here. Rye definitely had me wrapped around her fingers. I can't seem to think of continuing my day without feeling lost and empty.

"You're awake." a deep baritone voice resonated at my back. I turned to look at him, looking fresh and neat on his gray pullover and corduroy. He's holding a cup of coffee at his both hands. He raised his right hand and slowly walked towards my direction.

"What happened last night?" I asked cluelessly. I don't know if I saw it right but there's a hint of smirk at his face. He looks like he's making fun of me. Did I do anything stupid? I hope not!

"You were pretty.." he stopped, looking like he's searching the right word to describe it. "aggressive." he continued then chuckled softly. I was taken aback. Did I really?

"How come I don't remember any of it?" there are tons of questions I want to ask him right at this moment but the only thing that came out of my mouth was this. I slowly sat down at the bed and thought how the hell I behaved last night. What if Rye will find it out? She will not really come back to me right? I feel like a total fool right now, f**k's sake.

"You drank way too much of your limit. The next thing I know, you were kissing a hot girl. Then you suddenly broke down into tears mumbling about a girl's name. Man, I just took care of you the whole night. You didn't even let me relax a bit."

Oh God. So I really kissed a girl. What the f**k am I thinking?

"Don't worry. You can pay me next time." he winked. I shrieked at horror at what he did. He laughed making some of the coffee to spill and muttered a curse under his breath.

He then, offered the cup of coffee at me and I took it from his grip. I thought of not drinking it but nevertheless tasted what he gave me and glanced at what he has made himself. I blinked two times when I got confused as to what is the white formula he drinks right now. It looks like milk.

Wait, milk?! I didn't know a guy like him prefer milk over coffee.

How...manly

"You prefer milk in the morning?" I asked amusingly. He glanced at me with his one brow raised indirectly telling me if I am kidding. I moved away from his gaze and just stared at the scenery residing on the vast horizon.

"What time will you go home? I'll be going to my university by 9 a.m." he suddenly spoke after a pretty fair amount of silence passed by. The thought of going to the school made me stop sipping my coffee.

How can I forget that I am still a freaking student? Damn..

"Why did you just tell me that right now? Jesus, I need to go home!" I set aside my coffee at the side table then aggressively picked the clothes I saw earlier. Sprinted to the bathroom and hurriedly changed my clothes. As soon as I got ready, I saw him putting a shirt and almost ready to go out. I searched the room for my things and picked it up.

"I know I've been a nuisance to you since yesterday but let me bother you one last time. Can you drop me off at the bus stop please?"

"In one condition."

"What?" I asked curiosly.

"Be my personal assistant."