There's Always Second Chances

Chapter 10

Delilah bugged me all morning at school to go shopping with her. Luckily she listened to me when I opposed her. This was the other week and now we're sitting in a car in New York traffic and being really, really bored. I looked out the window at the bleak city. The skyscrapers stretched above my line of sight. People milled about on the streets getting what they needed or just going for a shopping spree. 

I grimaced at the thought. It's so crowded and overpriced. Now I understood exactly what type of person Delilah was. Materialistic, rich kid who doesn't know the word no. We stopped for lunch at a nearby fast food restaurant. "Let's go check in," Delilah stated halfway through us eating. We managed to get some to go bags and follow her to the car. I know she was rich because she had a chauffeur to wherever she wanted in whatever state she was in. 

We checked into the hotel and they didn't even question the fact that we weren't really 18 or what our intentions were. I guess that's because Delilah threatened them. I wonder if her parents have some sort of power here or they're celebrities. I'm unsure at this point. "Get changed!" spoke Delilah dragging Andrea into the room next to ours. 303 I think it was. I looked at the gilded numbers 306. So evens on this side, odds on the opposite side. Thank god that was an easy system. 

"Why do we have to get ready now? It's not even 3 and the party starts at 6." Søren groaned and flopped onto one of the beds. I shrugged. Maybe she wanted us to be early? Maybe we'd get better drinks then. Or maybe it's because she's the type of girl to take three hours getting ready. I opened the suitcase and raked around for the clothes I was instructed to wear tonight. I really didn't like how the black shirt fit. It was tight, it was a weird nylon sort of material and just in general I don't wear fancy stuff. 

The only time I do is for the dances at school and the school uniform. Probably Delilah's doing. It was also her plan that we'd go to the party and then tomorrow we'd be going to her parents. Again. There was banging on the door. "Are you guys even ready?" called Delilah as she ceased her restless banging. I opened the door and there she stood in a garish hot pink sequined mini dress. From how tall I was, I got a good view of her chest. Small, didn't really care about her either way. 

"Ready for what? The party isn't even started yet." I said watching as Delilah crossed her arms. As she started ranting about how the car was here and that we should pack our bags again, my eyes trailed to Andrea who was pulling down the hem on the dress. It looked like Delilah's but in a blue velvet looking material. She looked good and she also looked really shy. 

"Duh, everyone knows the party starts way earlier than what the invitation states." she said. I rolled my eyes at her and stepped out of the room. Søren followed and shoved the key card and his phone into one of his jean pockets. Just how annoying is Delilah. I already felt drained by the time we got to the party. As we walked up the really long drive, we were greeted by a raven haired man sauntering towards us. 

He slung an arm around Delilah's shoulders, tugging her towards him. "Baby doll, you brought friends," he slurred. He was already drunk and he smelled like cannabis. Wasn't that suppose to be illegal? He proceeded to look us up and down as if sizing us up. He paid close attention to Andrea. Søren cleared his throat and stood in front of Andrea protectively. I took a good look at him. He's about 5ft 10. Maybe 100lbs and he definitely had an uncanny resemblance to the kid I beat up before coming to America. 

"Let me get you a drink Adrian," cooed Delilah sauntering off to the kitchen. I leaned against of the back walls. I wasn't a party person. The drink tasted really strongly of alcohol and sweet syrup type of drinks. If the drinks tasted like this than I'd hate to think of how much alcohol there was in it. 

Within half an hour, I was scanning the crowds looking for Andrea, Delilah or Søren. I couldn't really see any of them. It frustrated me. I was here to protect Andrea and here I was looking for her in a mass of people. I also wanted to protect Delilah a little bit from that guy that greeted us. He just screamed creep. Two blonde girls were in front of me trying to get me to pay attention to them as they gloated over their bra sizes. I found a quick glimpse of Andrea and she seemed to be chatting with some other girls.