Dreamers and Unicorns

Its August again….. The month where memories of Him kept flooding in.

                     
There was nothing special about August. Old Ordinary August. Except for the fact that most people mourn the end of summer and the beginning of fall. And yet it was on that faithful August morning Catherine vowed to herself she has discovered true love. Or at least the rough sketch of it, even if it was nothing but a figment of her imagination.

She was always known to be a dreamer. With her head in the clouds it was no surprise if she walked into a pole or any object in particular on a daily basis. Her mother swore that Cath , as she was called, is a hazard to herself. Nevertheless Cath seemed unbreakable not even by her mother’s harsh judgements. The smell of promise hung in the air, this August seemed like a different one she told herself, or so she thought….

“KNOCK! Knock! “  In that split moment Cath was pulled back into reality. Realising the stinging pain in her chest, it was none other than her annual reminder of the boy that stole her heart.  “Sweetheart Are you studying? Finals are round the corner!”  It was bad. This constant trailing of thoughts were going to be Cath’s destruction. “Yes Dad. Just taking a breather. I’ve been on Calculus all day now. “
That was it. Cath told herself she needed a new destraction. Scratch that. Motivativation.

It really didn’t help what with His name being so common. They called him Dan  . Bus most of the time he preferred Augustine. There was always something about that name that made him seem …. What was the word again? …… Immaculately rough and raw  in every aspect. There was nothing about his background that contributed to it, rather it was just the essence of him. It could fill an entire penthouse leaving you starstruck.

That was how she found him. Or rather he found her. Well not exactly but you get the picture.

Jennifer the class Barbie was hosting a pool party at her place. No one ever got invited to these events that were considered “elite” as I should put it. Not unless….. Jennifer wanted something in return be it socially or even  materialistically.
“Hey there Cath whatcha doing girrrrlfriend! You are Cath something right?”
“Umm yea Hi Jen”
One certainly had to be joking. Cath was beyond humoured at Jennifer’s fakeness.
“Sigh….Oh well I guess its gona be one of those nights”
She rolled her eyes as she said this expecting just one of those usual ‘popular in crowd’ get together where everyone just making their way to getting more attention. Attention seekers were what Cath called them. And there was one in particular that could just be  Hercules of the Narcissist. Ironic but true. The Legendary Dan Spencer.

   

          In the midst of her idle thoughts, she caught Dan with his casual folly with a group of girls. They meant nothing to him. Apparently everything meant nothing to him. She hated guys like these. Always thought to be cold hearted players she reminded herself that he’s imaginery. That was the only remedy she could find to protect her of his charms. They were too good even for an independent feminists as herself. There were probably limits to ones power perhaps as there always was a limit to everything.

Dan Spencer did try his so called ‘luck’ on Cath. Perhaps hoping to add her to his list of broken hearts. He was famous for that. He prided himself as the ‘Heartbreaker’. It seemed to add popularity to every girl he crushes.
“Yes Dan I know you exist”
“Well love its about time, you know Im not gona be here all day” That mischievous school boy smile was on his face it made Cath’s blood boil. Infurated her. “That self obsessed pig. I’VE SEEN BETTER GUYS” 
“oh really ? well you haven’t seen one like me *wink* “
“Get a life Dan”
“Darling you are my life”

Dan was such a flirt. There was no doubt about that. And she hated herself for shivering when he used endearments.
“Snap out of it Cath. He’s not serious. He doesn’t care. And he never will“  With that last word of self assurance, Cath walked to the kitchen to have a nip of Jennifer’s refrigerator.

“Sneaky girl.”
“OMG! Can you not do that?? What is wrong with you? I told you to get a life. Im sure there are many gils there you can entertain yourself with. “
“Someone’s touchy. Hmmmm Interesting. Get me some Ice cream too.”
“No.”
“Come on beautiful, sharing is caring. Give a fella some ice cream. You can’t be such a tyrant.”
“NO”
“Alright then if you insist. You asked for it......." 
There was a sense of danger in his tone it made her spine shiver to its core.
                                              
*To be continued......*