Read Between the Lines

Chapter 7: The only thing you wanted

She ran a hand through her hair, suddenly not in the mood to party anymore. She's just determined to went find something to drink. Something strong. Something to wash off Anntonia in her mind. Or some liquid courage to put her back in the mood to flirt her way through tonight.

She made her way to the little private bar Max's Dad owned to grab something hard to drink but stopped dead in her track when she see the view of Anntonia leaning against the table and pressed against her was the girl, also known notoriously as the campus play girl named Kylie Padilla, twirling a lock of her hair around her fingers and whispering something in her ear. Kylie was your typical volleyball varsity player with overzealous illusions of not fitting in because she was too good for this world and she knew her type. Girls dug her mysterious façade and all but ate up all that shit she was spewing about her dark soul and emo poetry.

But the worst thing was, Anntonia was smiling up at Kylie and suddenly, she couldn't help but grit her teeth so hard that it made her jaw hurt. Her knuckles were folded hard into a fist.

At some point, Anntonia caught her eye when Kylie reached down to press a kiss over her pulse point. She even winked and mouthed 'Oh my God' at her and she felt nauseous all of a sudden. She found it within her to force a tight smile though, then moved over to the small cabinet to grab anything her eyes first landed and all but bolted out to the garden outside.

But she shouldn't have felt like that, right?

She had no reason to and she's sure as hell she had no right to. There was nothing between them. They had couple of months of friendship to remind her of that but just one night to make her question every second from these past months.

What if she'd been wrong?

Maybe the girl wasn't dead set on rejecting anyone who went after her. She sure as hell wasn't rejecting anyone right now and she'd actually been on a date last week. Maybe she'd just misunderstood her back when they'd first met and, now that she actually knew her, things might have actually worked between them.

But was that really what he wanted? She asked herself.

But she couldn't lie to herself. The main reason why she would've rejected her was by mere principle. Because Anntonia thought she's interested in one thing and one thing only; sex. And going after her would've just proved her point.

She realized, what they had in the past months was something genuine and real and she couldn't ruin it just because they'd shared one single moment when the moon and the sparkling water in the pool might have whispered sweet nothings in their ears or because she had been enough of a fool to believe them.

At some point during the night, she lost track of how much she had consumed from the bottle of Bacardi. She was vaguely aware of Samantha Panlilio girl swinging by her arm who kept touching her here and there and burying her face in the crook of her neck trying to get her attention. But she didn't know what was wrong with her because under normal circumstances, she would've already been upstairs in bed or somewhere with her. Now, she didn't even look at Sam. Her eyes just kept scanning the crowd for Anntonia.

And they found her. Now, she was somewhere in a corner with Kylie, and they were dancing. And that's to put it lightly. But calling it dancing was a stretch, since all the two did was rub against each other in sync with the music. She could swear she heard the bottle in her hand crack under her strong grip.

"Mich? What's the matter?" Sam tried to turn her head to face her, but she just couldn't tear her gaze from her subject and her conquest.