I went to washroom and after I was back, I saw Devon sat at the cocktail counter having coke? Seriously, I thought he was the alcohol kind of guy. And then, I saw a lot of girls around checking him out. I had to admit he looked damn good in a white henley shirt that he paired with black jeans and boots. His dashing appearance looked complete with the blue denim jacket he was wearing with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow. And his hair looked gorgeous.

Girls were trying to woo him as usual but I didn't know why this time it was pricking me so much. Devon was ignoring all those sexily dressed females but yet I felt so restless and irked. What if he started to like one of these girls?

So what? Let him.

Why am I so bothered?

This makes no sense.

Damn it.

In the midst of that turmoil and confusion that I was grappling with, I saw that a girl had got really close to him. Before I knew it, I was already marching towards them. I grabbed Devon by the arm and dragged him outdoors where there was nobody except for a few drunk people who had passed out on the floor.

"What do I make of this?" Devon asked, his gazes so sharp that they penetrated my eyes like claws.

I averted my eyes off him, not knowing how to respond.

"You got jealous, didn't you?"

The intensity of his voice caused my breaths to tremble. I looked at him and realized it was a great mistake. The way his smouldering dark orbs drilled into mine made my pulses gallop under my skin. I could neither look away nor stop myself from being trapped in the maze of his irises.

My heart missed a beat when he took a step closer to me.

"I know you were. I can read it in your face, " he said hoarsely.

I moved backwards while he continued to advance towards me. But that didn't last long because soon I felt the cold wall pressed against my back. I felt his hot breaths fanning my face as he caged me between the wall and him. I held back a gasp in my throat when he tucked a few loose strands of my hair behind my ears with his long fingers.

"You don't have to worry about anything, Eleanor, because all I'm capable of thinking about is you," he whispered intensely. "Just tell me once that you like me, Eleanor. And then I will..." Devon broke off, his voice was too thick with passion for words.

I held on to my racing heart seeing the way his pupils had dilated as he looked deeper into my eyes.

I willed myself to look away. "Devon, please," I said quietly, gently pushing him away.

I walked back indoors. I had had enough of the party and it was time to get moving. If I left now, I'd be able to easily flag a taxi. I looked around for Luke with the intention of informing him that I was going home. I spotted him at a distance talking to his friend and started to walk towards him but I stopped realizing I had got near enough to hear Luke speak.

".....I'm not like all of them," Luke was saying, "If I'd wanted, I could have opted for the hottest girl of the school just like any popular guy in my place would but instead, I asked a girl with plain looks to be my girlfriend 'cause people need to know I'm not like those bunch of stereotypes."

What?

My senses had gone completely numb in shock hearing that. I couldn't believe Luke had said those degrading words that sounded so awful to my ears. Right then, Luke turned sideways and saw me. I watched his face turn pale in shock. It was obvious he'd never want me to hear what I just heard from his mouth.

"Eleanor, wait!"

I heard Luke calling after me but I just focused on moving my every muscle to get out of the place. I felt cheated. I felt betrayed. I felt cornered and attacked.

"You've got to listen to me, Eleanor!" Luke jogged ahead in front of me and blocked my way where the corridors were empty.

"Listen to the fact that you're dating me just to build a non-cliche image of yourself in front of others?!!" I asked, my voice shivering in rage and pain.

"No, there's not--"

"All these months, you were in a relationship with me just so that you could show others that you're different?! You basically used me to boast to people that you're not a stereotypical popular guy?"

"You're escalating matters unnecessarily, baby," he tried to pacify me. "I didn't mean anything like what you're thinking. I--"

"Don't give me the crap that I misunderstood you!" I retorted. "The words that you spoke cannot mean anything else than what I've understood!!"

"Alright, calm down. I'm really sorry, Eleanor. Please believe me, please give me a chance to make you believe that I truly like you," he tried to hold me but I slapped his hand away.

"No, Luke," My voice sounded heavy as I spoke decisively. "You cannot say a quick sorry everytime and expect me to be happy and behave that nothing ever happened. This time you really hurt me and I'm sorry that I cannot accept your sorry. For the record, I'm done with you."

I spun around and walked off.