Chapter 2
Meeting
By the time I was finished eating, I was ready to spill everything back onto the floor from my stomach. These fake people made me sick... or maybe it was the wine, but whatever. Sure I faked a few smiles just to make people happy, but some of the lady's here ran their lives fake. Hair, make-up and of course the personality. If I hear a 'oh my dear I love your dress' said to a person who's dress was completely beyond help one more time...
My nails dug so deep into my skin, I was surprised I hadn't bled yet. I pushed the pain out with an occasional sigh, just as if I was yet another case of boredom at this... white event.
"Hello" I almost jumped in surprise. I was completely caught off guard.
I shifted my entire body around. "Hel--," I stopped. There my eyes met with two oceans of blue. I was speechless. Once I was able to pull my eyes away I focused on other features. Blond hair, pale skin and a slightly muscular frame that wasn't too much, but not too little. This guy didn't register in my memory. He was absolutely... He was a... He...
His soft chuckle broke through my thoughts, but hypnotized me all at the same time. "Well I'm Gabriel... you know like the angel," he smiled.
Once more I was speechless. That was it. Angel. It was the perfect word to describe him. Then I shook myself out of it. No. Love was bad. Sure I wasn't in love... was I? There's no such thing as love at first sight would there be? Of course not. It's impossible. If anything this was just a crush. Crushes were bad too because they led to love. Basically, this Gabriel character was one be collage of bad. Who knew? Maybe he was just as fake as the rest. After all, this world was crawling with people like that. People who were absolutely beautiful and acted nice to make friends. People like Ethen Hawkes. I shivered at the thought of his name.
My body automatically averted to face the table. All I had to do is shoo this guy away and maybe he'd leave me alone. Not looking at him would've made it a bit easier. He looked like a holy being not meant for this earth. He'd definitely fit under angel if it were a tag. Definitely.
Summoning all the possible will power I could, I was finally able to say, "Yeah, I'm Victoria." I did my best to make my voice seem dull and uninterested, but my best wasn't enough. A sigh fell off my lips. This was going to be close to impossible.
"Well Victoria, mind if I take this seat?" he asked in that prince charming tone of his and gestured to the chair next to my own. He could woo any girl. My confidence was beginning to fade. I was starting to be captivated by his spell again. It wasn't fair that some people could have this much power over others. Simple not fair.
I was left without words again as I felt the blood pulsing to my face. I nodded, but scolded myself soon after. My reason for making him leave began to blur. Was there even a reason now? Stupid being of light. Stupid angel. Why did he have to be so... perfect? I'd never thought I'd see the day I'd call someone perfect, but for Gabriel it was completely and utterly true.
He casually took a seat next to me as other women, both old and young, looked over here with envy and jealously drenching their face. They didn't even hide how much they wanted to be me any more. I was wrong when I compared them to plastic. Their faker than that.
This time before he got to ask questions about me I beat him to it. "So why are you here? Are you related to Matt?" To me it sounded casual enough. Matt was to bubbly brown headed man that just happened to be marrying Helen. Although I didn't want him around, I secretly prayed he wouldn't be related to Matt. That would make us family. If we were family... My thoughts once again took over my mind.
"No, I'm just a close friend to the family," he flashed his smile again. I didn't look. It was bad to look. Than, to my horror, I felt a warmth rise from my stomach. No it wasn't butterflies, I was ready to spew todays dinner all over the white carpet under my feet. Without another word, or even thought, I ran off to the ladies room.
I was so relieved to that I made it to the bathroom in time. The sounds of my groans mixed with the repulsive sound of vomit squishing around in the toilet filled the bathroom. It was such a shame. Before I had gotten here, there was a light scent of potpourri in the air. It was just enough to satisfy you, but not enough to overwhelm you. Now it smelled of vomit. I jerked forward as another wave came upon me. Well, this would be something to remember. I threw up at my cousin's wedding, but at least I got away from that blond haired, blue eyed perfection.
Well I hope you like my story so far. I know it's kind of boring, but bare with me. The beginings are always boring. I promise something will happen in the next chapter or so.