The Love of An Invisible

[ Iuri Stevens’ view ]

The parking lot of the ball is already full, I had to park the car on the street. But having done that I get out of the car, walk to the back, open the door and extend my hand, Michelle accepts and smiling gets out of the car.

“You could be more polite, like your friend!” Laila gets out of the car and with a frown interlaces her arm with her cousin’s.

“I’ll make it up to you by getting you a drink so you don’t tire your legs as your hands are.”

“We better get in soon,” they stop arguing and everyone walks, I lock the car and then we cross the street, take our place in line to get in.

The space rented by the school is a huge court, it is used a lot for inter-school basketball competitions.

“Welcome and enjoy,” the doorman hands us the wristband and we go in.

“It’s much nicer than last year,” George comments, taking a quick look around.

Last year I didn’t take part, so I can’t comment on comparisons. On the stage there is a huge screen, probably where they will show the video of the students giving their testimonials on the last day of school.

“The drinks table is right over there,” I look in the direction George has pointed.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask Michelle.

“Yes, please,” she smiles kindly.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Laila asks irritated.

“I didn’t say outside that I would get you a drink, why would I waste my saliva asking you?” George utters.

“You bastard!” Laila retorts, rolling her eyes.

“Boring!” she replies.

“Stop it,” I interject into the discussion, “You’re not children anymore to be on this warpath, and I’m not your nanny!”

Laila and George are not blood cousins, Laila is the adopted daughter of my best friend’s aunt and uncle.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” I determine, and George walks ahead of me with a frown on his face.

“I don’t understand why you guys are so annoying,” I manage to catch up with him.

“She’s a boring bitch who keeps picking on me,” he slows down. “She gets on my nerves man, calling me fat, ugly and otaku!”

We arrive at the drinks table, but as if a greater force is pulling my eyes, I look at the entrance door and see Aya. She looks beautiful, as always, blue is her favorite color and suits her perfectly, unfortunately she has gone back to wearing her contact lenses, she preferred her glasses. My beautiful vision turns ugly when Leandro enters the scene taking Aya by the hand and pulling her, I watch her image disappearing among the other guests.

What a heartache…

“Why are Aya’s parents here?” I look again at the entrance door.

“I have no idea, we’d better get the girls their drinks soon,” I turn to the table and pick up two disposable cups.

“See if you don’t drool every time you see her, Michelle doesn’t deserve this,” George starts to fill two more glasses as well.

“Mistake me,” I finish and start walking.

I hear George’s footsteps right behind me, the music is not too loud and the lights don’t irritate my eyes, it’s interesting to participate in a ball.

“Here,” I hand one of the glasses to Michelle.

“Thank you,” she smiles and drinks the punch.

“Thank you, George,” Laila takes the glass from his hand.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hi, she’s polite, I thought…”

“Stop it, man,” I warn you once more. “How annoying, it’s like I’m your father.”

“Let’s dance,” Michelle pulls my hand, we leave the glasses on the table and go to the dance floor.

I’m not a fan of dancing, but I managed to do well on the three songs. I couldn’t help but look at Aya, who was dancing smiling in Leandro’s arms, my heart cries at this scene.

“Good evening to you all, ladies and gentlemen. It is a great pleasure to be part of this ball, the last for our graduates this year. Let’s now watch the video made by our dear students,” the director leaves the stage leaving the view clear to the big screen. My heart stops at what I see, I can’t believe it.