MORGAN.
I manage through the doorway, squeezing myself pass different kinds of people.
Is she that popular? Or students of Roosevelt high just love parties.
I see pass myself into the living room. Then looking around, I hear my name from by my corner. it's Lucian, he's sitting on the couch with some other people around him. Plastic cups all over, and girls around the arms of the guy beside him.
I see the red-haired girl on the sofa after Lucian. Her legs crossed, and her hands resting at the chair handle. She smiles at me in a way that is not so casual. She picks up the red cup from an Ottoman in front of her. Sipping from it, she keeps on smiling at me from the corner of her mouth.
What the hell is she doing?
Lucian hollered at me again to come join them, which I was about to until I sight someone close to the stairs that looks like Sam, as I hear people call her. I am not sure until Tracy walks up to her giving her a towel. She tugs it from her, and so often she's wearing an angry face. guess she got spilled again. I horizontally roll a finger at Lucian, as if telling him I'll be right back.
she's twelve feet away and it seems like a mile. And I struggle to get pass people. Finally, I reach them.
Tracy is cheering up, so almost everyone as the DJ hits a new jazz song.
Sam is moving her body but her face is still crowded with anger. I bet she has no idea she's dancing.
Strangely, she's the only person I see clear enough, maybe it's because of her sunshine skin. Cause it adds enough light to the room. I don't know why, but a smile lands on my lips as I stare at her.
Tracy gives a swivel dance and sees me. And once again she just stands and stares, with a broad smile.
I love being here, I love the fact that I get to have the chance to know them. They both fascinate me.
her act leads Sam's gaze to me.
She wasn't smiling before, but when she sees me, her face rumples with disgust.
What happened? I thought we were bonding? As if we can ever bond.
She blinks away and turns to the DJ like I'm not an important person.
I never really feel important to anyone, but there was a brief ache in my chest when she did that.
Tracy strides toward me, she pods a finger on the left side of my chest, saying "look who cleaned up nice." She locks her fingers below her chest, wiggling her body.
I don't know if that's the way she normally acts. But when we went to book club together, she didn't act this way, making it easy to be more informal with her.
I grin as l take a step closer to her. "You look...beautiful," I tell her as I look down at her nice dress.
"Thanks," she says with a lady salute. Which makes me grin even more.
"Um, Tracy! I'm going to get a drink. Do you want one?" Sam shouts out to Tracy. Our eyes meet.
"Hi, Samantha." So I talk to her.
But she doesn't seem to like it. She faces me and takes a step forward.
How is it possible that I can see the color of her eyes in a dark-light room? It's an ocean eye, not just that it's blue. Her eyes are actually moist, and...
"What, the, hell, did you just call me?" And very upset.
I have never really been scared to admit something my whole life, and right now, I am.
My eyes dart to Tracy. She also looks afraid, as she gulps down and prowls to my side.
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