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She is just... wow!
He was speechless. The way her wavy, blonde locks shaped her face perfectly. The way her deep, emerald eyes made her a mystery. He had never seen anyone like her. She moved gracefully, all eyes on her, absorbing the attention. It seemed that Stefan wasn’t the only one who wanted to know her, the other men ogled her, drooling as she walked past them. The girls envied her presence, wishing they were her. She made her way to the bar with swarms of desperate men offering her free drinks. But, oblivious to them, she was only 17. Even though Stefan was drunk, he still didn’t have the balls to talk to her because he thought she was way out of his league. Obviously Stefan underestimated how gorgeous he was! Anyway, back to the story. Stefan knew he would regret not talking to her because let’s be honest, all the men who were chatting her up were absolute pigs! But he had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time he would ever see her. He knew they would officially meet one day, but that day was still to come. We know her name is Alice but Stefan was still yet to find this out. The mysterious honey-blonde didn’t go unnoticed by Stefan’s ‘crew’ either.
‘Woah! She is just... wow!’ Stefan’s jaw dropped.
‘Mate, she is fit!’ Ashley grinned cheekily.
Stefan giggled lightly, but he didn’t agree with Ash, he didn’t think she was ‘fit’ or ‘hot’. He thought she was beautiful.
The night went on but Stefan still couldn’t help staring at her, she looked upset. Maybe it was because while her friends were getting pissed and having a good night, she was being felt up by creepy, old men. Stefan felt sorry her, he wished he could comfort her. Maybe being beautiful isn’t always as glamorous as it seems. She wore a white, lacy shift dress that didn’t reveal any cleavage and only just came above the knee. Her skin was almost dream-like, a thin layer of foundation made her face glow. Her eyeliner wasn’t too harsh, a few layers of mascara and a soft pink blusher completed her make-up. She was born a natural beauty. Stefan’s eyes stayed lying on her, not letting her out of his site. She started moving towards Stefan’s direction. Butterflies built up in his stomach, he felt like he was melting. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with him. She was getting closer and closer. The closer she got the more nervous Stefan got. Until his heart sank, shattering in to thousands of pieces as she made her way straight past him still locking eyes with the alcohol-covered floor. He let out a disappointed sigh. He didn’t know why he was behaving like this; he didn’t even know her name but just looking at her drove him crazy.
‘Looks like that fit bird’s left, Stef’ Ashley pointed out.
‘That “fit bird” has a name. She’s not just some kind of object you can eye up and perve over!’ Stefan snapped defensively.
‘Woah! Okay mate, calm down. I’m sorry, I guess I just didn’t think’ he apologised.
‘Is there any chance you might have took a liking into her Stef?’ Ash asked playfully, winking.
‘No...’ he hesitantly replied, embarrassed.
‘She just took my breath away’ Stefan grinned.
Ashley gave him a weird look.
‘I, my friend, think you have had a bit too much to drink!’
‘No, I haven’t!’ Stefan giggled shyly.
‘Dude, you’ve got problems!’
The club was almost dead; the majority of people were either outside or in the toilets being sick. They all agreed to leave the club and head back.
Stefan arrived at his house, running straight to his bedroom. He lay in his bed, sobering up. He couldn’t get the girl from the club out of his mind. He thought about the things he could have said to her, regretting not having the guts to. If he spoke to her he might have her name, he might have her number and might even be texting her now but on the other hand he could have got rejected, a slap and a drink thrown in his face, so maybe it was for the best that he hadn’t said anything.
He shut his eyes, slowly falling asleep still with her on his mind.
He was speechless. The way her wavy, blonde locks shaped her face perfectly. The way her deep, emerald eyes made her a mystery. He had never seen anyone like her. She moved gracefully, all eyes on her, absorbing the attention. It seemed that Stefan wasn’t the only one who wanted to know her, the other men ogled her, drooling as she walked past them. The girls envied her presence, wishing they were her. She made her way to the bar with swarms of desperate men offering her free drinks. But, oblivious to them, she was only 17. Even though Stefan was drunk, he still didn’t have the balls to talk to her because he thought she was way out of his league. Obviously Stefan underestimated how gorgeous he was! Anyway, back to the story. Stefan knew he would regret not talking to her because let’s be honest, all the men who were chatting her up were absolute pigs! But he had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time he would ever see her. He knew they would officially meet one day, but that day was still to come. We know her name is Alice but Stefan was still yet to find this out. The mysterious honey-blonde didn’t go unnoticed by Stefan’s ‘crew’ either.
‘Woah! She is just... wow!’ Stefan’s jaw dropped.
‘Mate, she is fit!’ Ashley grinned cheekily.
Stefan giggled lightly, but he didn’t agree with Ash, he didn’t think she was ‘fit’ or ‘hot’. He thought she was beautiful.
The night went on but Stefan still couldn’t help staring at her, she looked upset. Maybe it was because while her friends were getting pissed and having a good night, she was being felt up by creepy, old men. Stefan felt sorry her, he wished he could comfort her. Maybe being beautiful isn’t always as glamorous as it seems. She wore a white, lacy shift dress that didn’t reveal any cleavage and only just came above the knee. Her skin was almost dream-like, a thin layer of foundation made her face glow. Her eyeliner wasn’t too harsh, a few layers of mascara and a soft pink blusher completed her make-up. She was born a natural beauty. Stefan’s eyes stayed lying on her, not letting her out of his site. She started moving towards Stefan’s direction. Butterflies built up in his stomach, he felt like he was melting. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with him. She was getting closer and closer. The closer she got the more nervous Stefan got. Until his heart sank, shattering in to thousands of pieces as she made her way straight past him still locking eyes with the alcohol-covered floor. He let out a disappointed sigh. He didn’t know why he was behaving like this; he didn’t even know her name but just looking at her drove him crazy.
‘Looks like that fit bird’s left, Stef’ Ashley pointed out.
‘That “fit bird” has a name. She’s not just some kind of object you can eye up and perve over!’ Stefan snapped defensively.
‘Woah! Okay mate, calm down. I’m sorry, I guess I just didn’t think’ he apologised.
‘Is there any chance you might have took a liking into her Stef?’ Ash asked playfully, winking.
‘No...’ he hesitantly replied, embarrassed.
‘She just took my breath away’ Stefan grinned.
Ashley gave him a weird look.
‘I, my friend, think you have had a bit too much to drink!’
‘No, I haven’t!’ Stefan giggled shyly.
‘Dude, you’ve got problems!’
The club was almost dead; the majority of people were either outside or in the toilets being sick. They all agreed to leave the club and head back.
Stefan arrived at his house, running straight to his bedroom. He lay in his bed, sobering up. He couldn’t get the girl from the club out of his mind. He thought about the things he could have said to her, regretting not having the guts to. If he spoke to her he might have her name, he might have her number and might even be texting her now but on the other hand he could have got rejected, a slap and a drink thrown in his face, so maybe it was for the best that he hadn’t said anything.
He shut his eyes, slowly falling asleep still with her on his mind.
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