I was speechless.

"This is the Cupid's arrow in my Achilles heel. A confusing feeling of sadness just to feel happy, a feeling that happened through eyes, but is only felt through heartbeats. A song, worth the lyrics but having bad melody, there's no synopsis of the ending of this ever-changing story." His thick voice spoke, flowing smoothly with the melody of his guitar. His ring-cladded fingers skillfully worked their way with the guitar strings, and the small tight strap of the guitar adjusted across his tall frame.

If possible, I would've dug up a grave and buried myself in there from the awkwardness. I didn't even know how I was supposed to react as I sat there, staring back at him startled, like a child whose getting their birthday party celebrated and doesn't know what to do. He had planned it all out for me before.

I didn't even know he knew how to play guitar. I didn't even know anything about him, to begin with. I looked around and spotted some students, even Marilyn, clapping at him for flexing his talents.

Edward pulled the guitar down, smiling at everyone appreciatively before his gleaming eyes caught mine.

"That was so cool! You should play the guitar more often, dude," one of the guys in the back applauded, and the surrounding boys cheered. After a while, the chatter died down just like the game, which I was thankful for and swore never to participate in again. I already had this ticking feeling brimming inside of me that what everyone must think of me after this whole fiasco between Drake and me, and now Edward. I just felt like I must've come off very attention seeking and I didn't like that one bit.

I was relieved when a few students even went away in boredom to get themselves drinks and play better games. I just cowered in my seat, unusually quiet and picking at a loose finger skin, while constantly checking the time on my phone without any reason.

Edward must've noticed my discomfort and he let the surrounding people desert away in the room before he accompanied me. Seating right beside me, I sighed heavily, trying to undo my nerves.

"Didn't take you as such a great poet." I sheepishly complimented, earning a proud grin from him, his white teeth flashing.  I had to admit, I was slowly developing a liking towards Edward, but just as the liking grew, so did the feelings of fearfulness of what could've been and the anxiety of never being good enough. I held his gaze a little longer, searching his eyes possibly for why he would do this for me, out of all people. He was everything, had everything, and I was nothing. 

"Oh, it's all on the subject of the art," he told with a certain formality, making me lightly chuckle. "I'm sorry besides, if there was anything that made you uncomfortable."

"You did not... Tonight was quite the night for me, especially after what Drake said," I mentioned carefully. "He must hate me now, but I'm more concerned about how everyone else must've felt about me,"

"Why would they think anything about you? If anything they should be weirded out by his confession. It was rude." His tightly clenched jaw made me believe he was more upset than he was letting on, considering they were best friends.

"I don't know." I scowled to myself, looking down at the floor, kicking a stray piece of confetti.

"I'm sorry for whatever he did honestly, he ruined everything." He threw off his last piece of cigarette.

"It's not his fault, it's okay," I assured. "It kind of reminded me of my ex, but thankfully Drake didn't act like that," I blurted before realising, I revealed a little too much. "Anyways how are you?" I miserably failed at diverting the topic.

"Your ex?" He picked up, surprised by the revelation.

"It's nothing, I don't know why I said that." I fake laughed as a hint to drop the topic. 

"What did he do?"

"Edward..."

"Can I at least get a name?" He pushed.

"Why does it matter?" I panicked, not wanting to make him upset, but his frown didn't subside. "It was Hayden."

"Did you guys hear about the expulsion of this guy? He got his nose broken without reason but still got expelled!" Amanda's green eyes flickered to everyone in the room, showing a Facebook page that read something about him. 

"Oh, he's the same boy that called cute," Mariyln intervened, appearing out of nowhere. "Poor thing though,"

"Really?" I questioned back, trying to get a better look at his photo on the screen. "Why would he get hit like that?" 

"Don't know." Anna shrugged. "But word has it, he just got in a random fight, and couldn't even defend himself,"

"Was he the same guy who was bothering you?" I heard Edward speak from behind, searching my face for answers. 

"No." I shook my head. "He didn't bother me, just asked me my number, I think you told me about it as well," I recalled. 

"Oh, I remember," he replied, shaking his head at the thought.

The night somehow faded to an end, and around one in the morning, everyone slowly began to head to their destinations. Due to not having eaten much, I decided to eat some chips before I headed out in the cold chilly air with Marilyn. I fumbled in my handbag to ensure I had everything in there, from my keys to my almost dead phone, which was due for repair but I was too lazy for that. There were a couple of students still around the corner, making snaps and taking pictures while some made out with each other. 

"I think we should call an Uber," Marilyn offered, clicking away on her phone. 

"I can drop you off if you want," From somewhere, Andrew appeared, looking at her with sparkly eyes, that I could almost see the hearts in them. "If you're comfortable with that,"

She glanced between him and me, contemplating her decisions. "You should join too Michelle,"

Andrew had this look on his face that said he'd just rather have some privacy with her, and I understood. "Don't worry about me, I already have a ride," I lied, dismissing them.

"Are you sure?" Marilyn asked again just to double-check.

"Yeah, don't worry," I waved them off and they disappeared into view. 

I began walking behind, trying to navigate the exit, the cool wind freezing my legs. The deserted area was very dimly lit across the porch. I clung to my purse tighter, mentally cursing the chilliness outside. I tried to keep my focus undivided as I waited for a taxi to pull over. But my other senses were on full alert, making me feel things that probably didn't exist. I had this gut feeling of being constantly watched as I scanned the very little amount of people around the parameter. None of them seemed to be bothered by my presence, but I couldn't shake off my uneasiness. 

Before finally giving up, I decided to head back in to find the only person I knew. I shakily took out my phone, but it was already dead.

"Don't worry, I'm here," The familiar rasp of his voice was the only thing that could've calmed me down. 

"I-I'm so sorry, I'm... Such a burden to you, I know," I stuttered, staring back at a distorted-looking Edward.

"You're not," he firmly answered, gesturing me to follow him to his car. We walked side by side,  and he opened the door for me before getting himself inside. "I was trying to reach out to you but your phone's always dead,"

"I know, it's a useless thing, I'm sorry, I will buy a new one soon." I fidgeted with my skirt end, finally feeling warm, as he turned on the heater.

"I wanted to give you something by the way." He spoke after revving the engine of his car. 

"Edward, I can not take any more of these favours from you." I sighed, not knowing how to politely refuse. He simply shook his head before looking at me, the yellow light in his car, bringing out his eyes. As he scratched the back of his neck, he undid a silver chain that I hadn't noticed until now that clung around his neck. Tucking it out of his shirt, he revealed it, which also had a locket at the end. His melancholic blue eyes devoured the enclosed pendant before giving it to me, and I hesitantly took it from him. The chain clinked between my fingers as I unlocked the locket, disclosing an old photograph of what I assumed was Edward at a very young age, probably around twelve and being held by a fair-haired beautiful young woman, which I assumed was his mum. 

"That was my mum's," he whispered. "She left it for me before she left me,"

 Unsure of how to react, I couldn't help but reach out to him. For the first time, I lightly placed my palm on his hard coarse hand, adorned with rings, with the locket dipping between his fingers. His blue irises instantly lit up, and towards me, a tinge of electricity swirling inside of them, and inside my hands right after where the touch felt. Before I could tug my hand away, his fingers pressed them back in his, as his hand flipped, taking in the pendant, along with my fingers. Just his simple way of touching heated my skin but I didn't pull away.

Even though giving the wrong impression wasn't what I was trying to insinuate, it wasn't something I didn't want either. It felt different this time. I slowly retracted my hand from his, feeling anxious for it to go any further than this. 

He started driving slowly, turning on the radio to fill the now awkward silence, and ironically Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift resumed playing. 

"Come on, get in the car," he stood in the alleyway, looking at me up and down. He stood beside his black jeep, waiting for me to oblige.

"I... I can go home on my own,"

"How can I let go of such a lovely sight?"

"Excuse me?" I backed away a little, disgusted by his words. 

"Please? Just once? We won't do much," he begged. "You'll enjoy it, I promise,"

"Hayden no," I frightfully refused. 

"Come here," he ordered, lurching towards me to grasp my hand. "It won't end well if you didn't listen to me," his eyes grew darker than the eerie night. Everything was silenced to perfection except for the faint distant sound of a cricket or two.

"I trusted you! You can't do this to me..." I focused all my energy on not crying and exposing my vulnerable side, but he wasn't backing away soon.

"I do have your pictures if you recall," he glared at me, satisfied with my weak state. "Just think about what I can do to them,"

"I didn't send you anything." My voice cracked at the end, lowering to several decibels.

"But I somehow have those pictures, don't I?" He neared me, amused and that was when I did the unexpected.

Nothing a strong person could've done, but that's all I managed at the time, which was very brave on my part, now that I thought of it.

I made an instant run, running and sprinting from his way. Heck, I even sprained my ankle that night, but I ran as fast as my feet could take me and reached home. I heard him curse and shout all sorts of profanities back at me but the growing distance between us faded the sounds.

I rubbed my dried tears, and quickly barged into my room. I blocked his account from every possible social app and site. And that was probably the worst of the decisions I had taken among the few like even dating someone like him.