They say that freedom is the oxygen of the soul, it's true. My name is Adrien and I will be telling you the story about the witty and extraordinary woman I met on floor 38.

Who hasn't left my mind since.
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It was 2:00 am, at the infamous Bourgeois property, floor 38, on July 5th, it was a lush night. All of us partying till we decided to pass out, drinking much to assure we would only remember the blurry and sweaty way up the luxury hotel. Which some of us most likely wouldn't remember much of either.

I took a swing from my, mind I say 7th, booze infused martini as my eyes browsed over the many blurry strangers as they mingled and jumped in the pool, as others made out with outsiders they'd never think of again. As said, a girl with blonde hair tied into a ponytail approached me, she seemed less intoxicated than the other nameless females there.

"Nice to finally meet you again Adrikins..." The girl slurred, as I mentally sidetracked the whole 'less intoxicated' idea, how could these people be okay with being seen in such vulnerable state, drunk and confused.
"I'm Chloe Bourgeois, my daddy owns this hotel, and I threw this party.. I'm soo glad you could actually make it.." She continued as she lit a cigarette, with a certain look in her eyes I just couldn't figure out.
"Mhm." I just replied disinterested as I ran my fingers through my blonde hair, looking down at my watch, 3:26 am, time flies.

I felt a hand on my the inner side thigh and I wince as I peered down at the blonde drunk and bratty bombshell.
"What do you think you're doing?" I slapped her hand away slightly, but politely. The last thing I wanted to do was infuriate Paris' most brattiest and deranged adult alive. Somehow she must've forgot we had high school together.
She let out a breathe of smoke that instantly came up into my face, curse her for being right in front of me, I cough.

     "I want you Adrien Agreste." She leans me down, in a fast attempt to kiss me. Of course my first instinct in an uncomfortable and unwanted situation like this is to jerk my head away. No way was I going to let her vodka infused lips touch mine.

"I'm sorry Chloe but i'm.. uh.. mm.. taken?" I blurt out, more or so like a question than a statement, but Chloe takes no notice to it from her current state. God if only I was crude, because if I was then she would've caught the hint by then, as they say, i'm too nice for my own good. Of course i'm not a pathological and consistant liar like my good friend Lila Rossi, nor did I mean to lie about having a girlfriend, but what else could I have done in the span of less than 10 seconds?

     "Pfff.. by who?" Chloe pried as she took another whiff to her cigarette, examining her long unattractive acrylics, secretly hoping I would've been lying, or kidding, which to her luck, I was but of course I wasn't going to tell her.

"Umm.." I stir forgetting to think my plan through. Before getting caught by Chloe I pull a random girl passing by into my arms, hopefully she doesn't get me caught.. I quietly pray.
The girl looks at me and back to Chloe and somehow quickly realizes what crisis i'm in, it's either that, or she's extremely intoxicated that she somehow mistook me as her boyfriend, either way I was never this grateful.

"Hey baby." She purrs as she runs her hand down my cheek to my jaw peeking a look at Chloe. She was quiet cute, her hair was down to her shoulders, it was black but as we leaned towards the light it was proven to be blackish blue, and she had the most intoxicating bluebell eyes i'd ever seen, they might've been contacts but it was a very exotic color, not something you'd see everyday.

     "Let's get out of here." She finally says as she grabs my hand, ready to lead me wherever she was heading to, and I was ready to follow, almost already infatuated by her.
"Later blondie." She smiled at Chloe who was stunned as she saw her friend and her celebrity crush together, and then we began walking with me behind her.

holding hands.

We stopped as we were inside the door to enter the party area, and she let go of my hand, the coldness of the air embracing my hand, I suddenly felt alone with the warmth of her small hands, even with her desirable presence.
"Thanks for saving me from Chloe's claws.." I laughed internally at my pun. That was a good one.
"Mhm.." The girl smiled awkwardly, staring me down.

     "What's your name." I grin cheekily at her, as I once again mess with my hair awkwardly.
"Thats for me to know, and you to make up." She smirks at me, and my curiosity reached an extent.

"Purr-haps you'd tell me where you're from, and why is a girl like you at Chloe Bourgeois party, you surpass most of the girls including Chloe with beauty like yours.." I flirted, also tested the girl, I hoped she was different than most of the girls, and wouldn't fawn after just a quick compliment.

     She sighed hopelessly as she leaned her back on a wall, looking back to me, "I'm from California, here for the week, and believe it or not, me and Chloe are close friends, since high school." She finished as she looked back up at me.

     "Also.. your puns are horrendous.." She whispered.

Meo-Ouch.

I acted hurt as she quietly laughed.
"My name's Adrien Agreste." I smile as I hope the girl has no idea who I am.
"Model boy.. now I remember." The girl smirks, "Can I get a autograph!" She mocks other girls and then she laughs, as do I.
I really liked her attitude, it was so careless, she was so bold and welcoming.

I wondered if I would ever see her again, the girl from floor 38, little did I know, this for sure wasn't going to be the last of her.