ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"three"

(before the chapter starts! i wrote this chapter listening to a few songs to set the scene - it helps me write better yk.

so if you want to, listen to these songs whilst reading this chapter.

candy - doja cat
close eyes - dvrst
wasted - digga d
all i want is you - rebzyyx
i feel like i'm drowning - two feet

enjoy !)

shockingly so, me and onyx managed to glide through the cluster of partying teenagers. it was somewhat a task, but we got to the far corner of the room eventually, where the beams of the strobe lights were shielded away as a staircase landing lay above them, making the corner seem darker, more secluded than the rest of the room.

it was fitting, really.

a dark corner where all the pretentious dicks hid away, watching girls ogle at them like brainless shenanigans, which they thoroughly enjoyed.

amongst these girls, saskia morton-wright, and magnora edmunds.

to put it into a short, simple format that most will understand,

that saskia bitch makes my blood curdle.

the epitome of duplicitous rich girls, the type that would most definently follow you into the toilets at school with her friends and drag you because you sent a friendly smile to her man.

remind you of someone?

"hey guys!" onyx greeted excitedly, a shot of neat whiskey appearing suddenly in her hand.

magnora, who was saskia's somewhat secretary, was tolerable.

she was more genuine, however i'd never understood why she stayed concealed within saskia's shadow for so long.

maybe it was for protection, saskia was her social sheild, for being the shadow of a popular, attractive socialite who goes through men like there was so fucking tomorrow made her irrelevant.

nobody would ever consider acknowledging the bitches best friend, and i suppose maybe that provided magnora with a cover.

smart girl.

"ah, valentina!" theodore nott called out, his voice laced with the smoke emitted from his blunt, wisps of grey flowing out of his mouth as if his soul was evaporating.

"theo," i nodded, walking over to the corner where all the boys sat on sofas and scattered flimsy chairs around a low table, who's surface was barely recognisable, as it was submerged in bottles of consumed alcohol and stubbed cigarettes, burnt out blunts.

"i'm surprised to see you here, i thought you said parties weren't your thing?" he added, raising an eyebrow as he exiled the blunt from his lips, so he could talk, it now balancing patiently between his fingers, resting over the armrest of the chair.

"onyx made me go," i sighed, sitting down next to him and tugging down my skirt ferociously. something about sitting amongst these people made shivers cascade down my spine.

despite being friends with them, they're primal urges during these sorts of events put me on edge.

sure, they're fine during class, respectful, sensibly-behaved,

however as soon as those boys are thrown into a wild environment, it's like they morph into hungry wolves.

ive seen the way they stare at girls, the way they lean back and observe, thinking about all of the acts they'd commit if they could.

i was grateful that i hadn't been one of those girls yet.

or maybe i was.

i wouldn't know.