Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 8

EZRA

As everybody goes on their way and I see Rachel walking into the living room where it's filled with smoke has covered the air. I continue seeing Rachel standing awkwardly and scrunching her nose from the strong smell of the cigarette smoke coming across her face.

Meantime, She looks around to see who's there but sees me sitting on the other side of the room, I smack my lips against Olivia's mouth and having my hands all over her. My hand smooths over one of her legs, while the other hand clutches a hold on her black and wash-out blue hair. I suspect Rachel staring at me for the second time tonight and stops kissing Olivia and sees Rachel doing it again, "Do you have a problem?" I make eye contact with her, and she shakes her head no and, I continue what I'm doing.

Once weare done making out in front of everybody, which is disturbing. Olivia introduces herself; she gets off my lap to sit next to me because she most likely had to know that Rachel is new to the "party crowd."

Olivia flaps her hair and speaks out, "Guys, let's play a little game called Confession," she laughs and takes a sip of her intoxicating drink. Everybody's head turns towards her, and they all say no to the game, but she struggles with her shoulders, "Whatever. Let the games begin."

"I'm not playing," Rachel snaps at everyone while trying to get away before she suddenly feels a tug on the arm to force her down, "Oh no. You said one drink, so you are drinking and playing whether you like it or not." Abby shouts as she hands a cup to Rachel that's filled with some alcohol. Rachel turns, shocked by how Abby reacted; either she's nice to Rachel, like doing her makeup, laughing her ass off from drinking, or turning into a drunken bitch. However, Rachel lifts the cup, and it smells like strawberries.

"What is this?" she questions as taking another sip.

I smirk, "Strawberry vodka and gin."

Rachel hears me over the loud music in the room. She gulps down the rest of her mixed drink, and it tickles her throat from its consistency. It makes her slightly smile, but I don't react the same.

"OK. Olivia asks to piss him off. The first confession is Jonathon; why did you skip the second half of high school in senior year?".

Jonathan is a junior at the university, and he signs in annoyance, "Liv, shut up. I didn't skip; It's called graduating early!"

Mason, with the cigarette bud hanging out of his mouth, laughs and coughs simultaneously, "You go and want another hit of it?" he requests Jonathon.

Jonathon nods yes as Mason hands him the used lit cigarette.

After four rounds of finding unspeakable confessions from people, the last two people were Rachel and l, who had been eyeing him all night.

A few seconds later, everybody stays silent until Olivia breaks it, "Let's make this round interesting. You go take Miss Princess Rachel to an empty room upstairs and make out or whatever." She tells him directly in a snobby tone while moving my hair out of my face.

Rachel gives her a dirty glare but offers in the little game, then backs down since she feels the pressure hitting, "What! No. I'm not doing this."

I sign, get up and walk past her to say, "Let's just get this dumb shit done." I points out to go to the room I know they are talking about.

She feared tears rolling down a little because she was frightened of examining a room with someone like him. Simultaneously, walking upstairs and standing by the stairs before going to the room, my room once again.

I open the door and secures it. She looks around the room to see me laying down on the bed with my arms under my head and goes to the other side of the bed.

An hour later of silence; Rachel signs as she gets up, "I'm going to leave because it's not like we are together. You have been ignoring me since I left your room the other day." she snaps viciously at me and I stay silent without looking at her since she walked in. Once her hand holds the door handle, then turns around to glance a me, the last time, "Listen, this thing or whatever between us is never going to work out, and you said yourself I'm not your type so stop fucking looking at and talking to me. OK?".

I look up at her, "OK." he utters out as his green eyes burn into hers while she chews the inside of her cheek to not cry.

"Goodbye and stay away from me," she declares her final words as leaving the room and the party without bothering to tell Abby since she most likely has a good amount of alcohol in her system by that time.

I follow her across the street with my car, and see her carrying her shoes that I knew it wouldn't last long due to Abby always buying the heels with the skinnest heels to break the neck.The second she stops to check the time, I blow the horn to make her jump, and "What the hell do you want? I thought I told you to stay away from me?" she stomps her foot while placing her hands on the hips.

"Rachel, I'm so sorry that I'm an ass. It's just..." I'm trying to find the right words to say.

"It's just what? Ezra, because since I met you, you say one thing and do another thing," she barked while crossing her arms around her chest. I smirk a little at the way she acts around me.