With New Romances Come Old Flings

 

Lindsay pulled him aside, “Trent, what are you doing here? She asked, flabbergasted.

 

            “Why else? To see the birthday girl!” He stroked her cheek lightly, leaning in for a kiss.

 

            “I thought you were in Detroit…”

 

            “I was… but I came back a couple of days ago… and well, Cara called me up to tell me you were having a birthday party, so of course I made it,” he explained, “I missed you, you know.”

 

            She pushed him away, “We’re history, Trent… I’m sorry… I just broke up with my boyfriend so I’m going through a hard time right now. We had a chance but you had to move, so… that’s settled,”

 

            “But I’m back now!” He argued, putting a protective hand on her shoulder.

 

            “I’m sorry,” Lindsay looked away, “Just enjoy the party okay… thanks for coming,” she muttered slowly, turning her back and walking towards the bar.

 

            “One martini, please,” Lindsay asked the bartender politely, collapsing into a seat as she observed her guests rocking out on the dance floor.

 

            It was nearly midnight, and 5 hours had gone by since the party had started, but they were showing no signs of exhaustion whatsoever. It was definitely weird to see Trent, her one-time crush and best friend, at her birthday party; after he pulled a MIA on her and moved to Detroit around 8 years back without a word of goodbye.

 

            Did she still have feelings for him like she did back then?

 

            No.

 

            This was a relief, since she couldn’t possibly get into another relationship after her breakdown a few months back. Mike had downright broke her heart after he walked out on her.

 

            Of course, she was mostly to blame; after he little stint with Logan… something she had regretted until now.

 

            The bartender placed her drink on the counter, an I-know-you’re-upset-but-it’ll-be-fine expression set upon his face.

 

            Was she that easy to read?

 

            Lindsay took a sip, the alcohol immediately rushing to her head. She had never been good with booze; but it was something she would have to get used to.

 

            But whether from the sudden alcohol consumption, she thought she saw Mike with his arms wrapped around the waist of a girl.

 

            A blonde girl.

 

            No, it couldn’t be…

 

            Firstly, Mike wouldn’t even have been invited, and secondly, why would he bring a date to her birthday party?

 

            Then again, anything is possible.

 

            “You know, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” Mike confessed as he sweat it out on the dance floor with Tiffany.

 

            She kissed him on the lips softly, “Well I’m glad.”

 

            It was true, it had taken him a long time to come to what had happened with Lindsay and Logan, but all was forgotten now… he had Tiffany.

 

            He spun her around and around, enjoying every second with her. Over her shoulder, though, he spotted a very familiar brunette alone by the bar. His forehead creased at the thought of Lindsay being at the same party, but he told himself it was just hallucinations.

 

            “Hey, let’s get a drink,” she suggested, panting from the excessive dancing.

 

            “Uh, yeah, let’s go,” He tugged on her small hand, directing her towards the bar and then ordering a drink for both her and himself.

 

            What better way to sooth the mind than to drink your worries away, right?

 

            Wrong.

 

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