Chapter 3: 02 "The Party"
I sent a message to my friend telling her that I was already outside her house in the back and as always she only answered an ok, and minutes later I went out through the tree that overlooked her balcony, going down carefully. Yes, this was our ritual every time we wanted to go out, because Yulie's parents never let her go out, they were extremely protective parents, but in her case too bad. Yulie finished putting her left foot on the ground and smiled and we clapped our hands, knowing it was a hit as always and we walked down the road to Sam's house.
When I got to Sam's house, I would be lying if I weren't surprised with such a loaded house, but it was beside the point. The crowd, the music and the bright colored led lights were what predominated the most in that house, more than one or another expensive car very safe from Demian and perhaps from the "Angels".
Anyway, we only entered because the party did not have an invitation letter and it was free. We walked through the crowd at the main entrance in search of alcoholic drink. When we got to the kitchen Yulie took a red glass that was already served, while I took an empty glass and poured beer from the dispenser into my glass.
-This party is on fire- my friend commented, and I agreed with her, as there were a lot of people, good music and the decoration was great.
Sure, rich boy's house, rich boy's party, it all makes sense.
I looked around at the dance floor, and some girls who passed by and I felt ashamed, just a little bit of myself; Well, while they were wearing short dresses to the end of the buttock, my friend and I only walked with denim pants, converses and blouses.
I continued drinking my beer until my friend was out of sight, as she had gone to the dance floor, several boys had approached me to ask me to dance but I politely refused the invitation.
All kinds of music stopped after a few minutes, the people who were crazy and crowded in the center of the dance floor moved to the sides and started shouting and clapping and that only meant something ... the arrival of the "Guys of the millennium "
I got off the kitchen counter where I was and went to the center of the room, rather behind the mass of people but I could see the show perfectly. First Demian came down with that girl with whom I had seen him that morning, she wore a red dress tight to her body, some parts of her legs in view, while Demian wore one of her typical outfits with some flashy ornaments but not so much, everything in combination with the girl's dress. Following him from behind was Frederick, as always bored with his life with a pair of headphones in the middle of the party and black clothes, black jeans, a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket.
The lights went out after the two of them reached the main seats of the room, furniture strategically arranged so that it gave a peripheral view of the entire room and which in turn was away from the makeshift dance floor of that house. Reflector lights illuminated the top of the stairs and there came the center of attention and reason for that party organized in a short time.
Sam with leather pants tightening perfectly to his thighs adorned with chains from the part where the belt should pass to one of his pockets, above he wore a blue leather jacket with some spikes on the parts of his shoulder, with leather shoes and messy hairstyle, he looked lightly made up. His smile bigger than ever on her face that made his notice small dimples on her cheeks.
As he stood to the side of the staircase and stretched his arms towards another person who came out through another of the wings that led to the rooms, and that person was his sister, Tamara, a girl with loose light brown hair almost reaching to dark blond, his eyes rarely honey-colored. She came down the stairs wearing a blue dress with silver details, combining the outfit with her brother's, and transparent heels also with totally beautiful glitter details, her grace was incomparable with her brother's but that was another issue.
Continued with the party, when they arrived at the furniture they simply sat there and asked to drink, the rest that the party implied continued as in the beginning, the people accumulated in the center or "dance floor" others in the corners, others in the pool.
I looked up at the "Millennium Boys" and examined them with my eyes. Sam talking happily with his sister, sometimes girls approached him to ask him to dance but he declined the offer, Demian with that girl around his waist and Frederick in his world. I sighed and drank from the glass but I also stayed for a while watching them and that apparently caught someone's attention and that someone was Demian.
His gaze collided with mine, and something inside me clicked, something silly but it did. I joined my lips tightly forming a fine line, while tightening the grip on that girl's waist I raised my glass towards him and took with one shot what little was left. When I finished I looked at him again, he was still looking at me, he looked up and down and laughed, took his crystal glass and imitated my previous movements.
I smiled at him and turned to go back to the kitchen counter.
They spent what would be two hours at that party, the truth was that the atmosphere there bored me, I was totally alone, my friend still had not returned from the dance floor, I was tired of having to decline every proposal from every boy who approached me.
He drank from the glass as if there was nothing better to do, and in reality, there was nothing he could do at that party. Someone had entered the kitchen, a boy, and not just any boy, Sam had entered, with a girl and she was not the girl he was dating this week, which is strange to me.
Yeah, Sam being a fuckboy, he had that silly rule of dating the girl who got close to him for a week and that was it.
But now he was with this girl he had never seen before. Without even realizing my presence, he carried the girl to pose her on the counter, I watched her every step, then took her by the waist, said a few things in her ear and the girl smiled, then like hormonal adolescents they started to kiss.
I couldn't deny that maybe the image of seeing Sam shirtless kissing another girl didn't seem hot to me, but it was already making the air uncomfortable and tense. I coughed, to get their attention, and the girl turned as pale as if she had seen a ghost, the same or a little less reaction I got from Sam. And it was rare to see them like this, nervous, scared because someone discovered them on the spot. As if Sam had never done something like this before.
Sam, calmed the girl, said something in her ear and she was nodding to Sam, then looking at me with a worried face to finally leave the kitchen. Only Sam and I were left, with an uncomfortable atmosphere that was noticeable from a distance. He cleared his throat and looked at me.
-Ehm ... well this is uncomfortable, but ... please do not water on anything you saw here -he asked me looking into my eyes and I smiled.
Was he begging me?
-Why should I keep a secret from you? -He looked at me, and made a fine line of his lips, the muscles of his face contracted, it was a whole poem-Quiet, in the same way, I don't care about his kissing rituals , or what they do, I don't even know the girl and really who would care what came from me.
I took my glass to the bottom, seeing how he was still without expression, with that cold look and crossed his arms leaning on the counter.
-I've never seen a girl drink like that-he said out of nowhere to which I turned and shrugged in response.
I passed him, walking towards the kitchen exit, but first I turned to him and said "I won't say anything" and I got out of there.
I was walking through the crowd on the dance floor, I needed to find my friend, and I was already dizzy enough to say that she was possibly entering the drunken phase. I looked everywhere and not a clue of my friend, surely she must have found a boy in what she was wearing at night.
I took a cocktail in my hand, from the tray of the waiter who passed by me, yes, there were waiters but it was always better to drink in the kitchen. I tried the blue liquid, and just drank from one. I began to dance on the dance floor, moving my body to the rhythm of the music, simply letting myself be carried away by the sensations of the moment. People left me my space to admire me dancing, others clung to me with the intention of dancing with me, and I accepted them, but at all times I felt Demian's gaze on my neck.
After that, if I don't even remember, we played that game of truth or dare, where among the wheel were, in some way, the "Boys of the millennium." I don't know what happened during the wheel or shifts, just that I was there impatient, Demian didn't take his eyes off me for a second, but I honestly didn't pay much attention to it.
Finally the bottle gave towards me, and towards Demian, the boos and complaints were heard, I simply wanted the earth to swallow me at that moment. Slowly I stood up, and wiped my hands on my pants, I went to him to extend my hand, new boos were heard from the people, when he took my hand, applause was heard.
We both walked between the wheel to get out of it to a closet that was in a hallway .... Yes, we had to lock ourselves for 5 minutes in a dark room. When we entered, I didn't even know what to do, my body was shaking and I didn't know if it was because of my drunkenness or nervousness, even though I knew that nothing would happen between him and me.
He leaned with crossed arms against one of the walls and I imitated him, being as far away from him as possible. A prolonged silence began in the small closet, until he broke it.
-Do you think this is fun?- he wonder looking at myself seriously, I did not understand the question, what was he referring to?
-What? What are you talking about?
-Oh, come on Iris, you know what I'm talking about ...
I still didn't really understand what the hell he was talking about.
-Well no, I don't know what you mean, I have no idea what you're talking about
-Mmmm ...- the buff-whatever, just don't do something crazy.
At that moment they had knocked on the closet door and we both went out, people began to applaud. I just rolled my eyes. We continued playing and the atmosphere got heavier and hotter, my friend didn't even appear there, I don't know when but in one of those moments I had to take off my blouse, I got on top of the table and started dancing. In addition to that they had set a challenge to jump into the pool, and without thinking that I did not know how to swim, I did it, consequently, I was kicking to save myself because I was drowning, until someone came to rescue me and it was nothing more and nothing less than Demian.
He carried me like a princess, and cursing under his breath he took me out of the pool, he had seen a waiter pass by and wanted to take him a drink that he had on his tray, but Demian did not let me slap me.
-You won't drink anymore, you're already drunk enough, enough for today.
I still looked at him in his arms and pouted, but I didn't say anything and just let him take me wherever. On the way up the stairs, I felt very dizzy and the disgust in my stomach went down my throat until I expelled that disgusting content, he cursed and looked at me angrily, he had stained part of his suit and also left it with a bad smell.
-This is disgusting- him protest, entering the room and leaving me on the bed to my fate, he looked inside his closet taking out some clothes for him and looked at me again. -Don't go anywhere, stay there
Having said this, he entered the bathroom of said room, and only the sound of the shower was heard. I took a look at his room, painted in gray and black, that giant closet in which anyone would think you could travel to Narnia, flat screen TV, a king size bed with its soft covers. I threw myself back on the bed, I looked at the ceiling bored, a tremendous desire to sleep took hold of me and I simply closed my eyes falling completely asleep.
Demian got out of the shower a few minutes after Iris fell asleep, drying her wet hair from the recently taken shower. He looked towards his bed finding the image of Iris asleep like a baby, sighed and approached her, looked at her peaceful face, brushed a few hairs from her face and sighed again.
-You're a tough head-he said low, to later walk away and do other things, while the party continued, and a friend sent messages to a cell phone out of Iris's reach.
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