Elle's secret boyfriend .

I can't believe my eyes.

The awkwardness glistened in air, I stood there shifting my weight from one leg to another analogous to that in front of a teacher who caught you redhanded. The feeling in my gut simply declared run, but my embarrassed self refused to budge. A million thoughts raced through my feeble head, rendering it in despair of utter chaos.

Mr Hawthorne looked annoyed, but as his eyes caught mine. The expression of pure disgust was replaced by an amused look.
I started with my array of apologies as always"I am so sorry Sir, I didn't see you... It was a mistake".
"it's OK miss? Your name"he asked.
Allan Hawthorne is asking my name.My heart sprinted in absolute glee my awe nearly performed a Zomba dance.
"I am,,, "I startled
I forgot my own name.
Thinking hard I remembered "Elena Drewstone"
He chortled under his breath.
"don't tell me you are an other fan"he replied.
"yes, I am... "I answered offended.
He sighed hard. "no autographs"
"I don't need one, because my friend already got me one of your autograph "I said running away from there brandishing his autograph to his face.

I ran gasping to Mike, unable to hold on my excitement even for a second. I spoke to Allan Hawthorne a day to cherish for a life time. I touched him too... God, it's a bliss.

"Mike, mike ,I pulled him.. "calling out aloud.
"what does my candy want? "he asked.
This time he was not with a girl but with a guy. I gave him a questioning look.
"Just an old friend ,This is George"he said"meet my candy Elle".
I nodded at his friend a tall dark and handsome guy about our age. His friend smiled with a comment"you look beautiful ".I grinned in response slightly turning pink.

"Mike, you would be shocked if you know what happened "I said.
"no... I must tell you something "he said...
"oh mikeee, I met"I started.
Suddenly Mike panted.
I turned around to find myself facing Allan Hawthorne.
"Miss Elena Drewstone, can I have a dance with you"he asked.
The whole set of people's eyes were glued into me. I nodded, blushing red,heat radiated from cheeks due to severe indeed the most extreme kind of blushing.

He took my hand with ease and swiftly guided me to the dance floor. All the eyes in the room scanned me.The silence engulfed the party hall, but I was too engrossed to consider I was in my little wonderland with Mr Hawthorne. His emerald green eyes locked into mine... My first official dance of my life is with Allan Hawthorne, the billionaire heartthrob.
Nothing else can render a girl more elated..