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Stalker

Two weeks passed with a blur. I did my everyday regime, and nothing new arouse. I was always fumbling with my computer, mainly searching different things about Dylan Caude. There was nothing negative with everything that was connected to him. Even in business industry or in his private life. I’ve search from the basic. Well, Dylan Christopher Claude was his given name, born on March 15, 1986, 6’’3 in height, Single, a graduate from Oxford University, wow, he has a younger sister and brother, his parents are both professors, he’s half British, half American. In less than two hours, I’ve already absorb all the basic things about him, until realisation slapped me brutally. It was true that he kissed me, deliciously, but for him it was nothing, not a big f*****g deal. s**t. I was like this for the past two weeks, always thinking of him, but the reality was, I just got lucky that he chose to kiss me. What the hell, I’m assuming more than a kiss!

I took a deep breathe, maybe I was going out of my mind. Jill was right. Always right. I better guard myself nowadays.

After my shift, I went straight home. I was near my apartment door when I noticed a white envelope tacked between my door and its hinge. I grabbed it and insert my key to the door. I recognised the handwritten note in front of the envelope.

Ron,

I’ve got an invitation for an annual ball at Sorrento. It was just given to me but I can’t attend because of my shift. Dress nicely. Have fun.

Jill XOXO

HUH. An annual ball? Was that the kind of party where prestigious dress, expensive jewelries, and bulging boobs are shown off? I examined the invitation itself. Wow, even the invitation was pretty fancy. The letters was embossed in elegant fonts, it smelled like vanilla or something. Sorrento Hotel, 7:00 PM, Proper attire must be observed, Tuesday. f**k. Wait, Tuesday? That would be three days from now! But I couldn’t miss this kind of invitation, and maybe socialising a bit won’t hurt me. But I’ve got nothing to wear! I quickly dialled Jill’s number while slumping my body in the sofa. She picked up in the third ring.

“What’s up? Have you read the invitation?”

“Uh, yeah. But wait, I’ve got nothing to wear! And do I really have to go?” I said in a high pitch voice.

“Yeah honey. You have to, and I’m going to rip your asshole if you don’t. And don’t worry ‘bout the dress, I’ll lend you one.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks. But I think I don’t belong there Jill. You know…” My voice trailed off. I heard her sigh in the line. “Look, Ron, you need to meet new people. You can’t mop all day and shit.” She clicked her tongue. “And Channing Tatum is in the guest list.” She added.

Crap. Channing Tatum, my dream boy. I gasped. “Channing Tatum?!”

“You heard it right, honey.” She chuckled.

“You’re kidding.”

“Am not. Look, I’ve got to go. Don’t worry ‘bout the dress. Just be elegant. It’s a formal party, y’know, celebrities, models, CEO’s and stuff.”

CEO. Maybe he’ll be attending. I mentally screamed in delight.

“Okay I got it.” I said then hung up. Phew, a little part of my brain was hoping that he would come. I mentally slapped myself again. What the hell? I was thinking of him, AGAIN! Seriously, I need to sort my s**t out before this ball.

I went to the kitchen then grabbed a glass then headed straight to the ref. Just as I was about to open the fridge, the small picture of Eiffel Tower caught my eye. Bryan promised me to bring me there someday. I smiled sadly. Promises were meant to be broken. You just need to accept the fact that you have to stop hoping for things that you know that isn’t going to happen.