It was a Friday night when I first saw the inside of one of the penthouses Aarib now casually visited. One of our mutual friends had invited me to a small gathering, and I didn't know Aarib would be there until I saw him walk in—white T-shirt, black ripped jeans, sneakers that probably weren't even his.
He didn't see me right away. He was too busy laughing with a girl who had diamond studs in her ears and a thousand followers more than she deserved. They looked like they belonged together. Same aura, same world.
And me? I was standing there with a half-empty paper cup and jealousy as my only accessory.
I watched him float through that party like he was born for it. I wasn't even mad. Just... lost.