False Confidence

Fight

Azriel Huang

I grimaced at the dented solo cup discarded where I had left it, my drink half gone with a smattering of ridiculous shade of lipstick. Most likely a courtesy of a confused party girl.  Or boy, I knew a few with a feminine streak. It didn't matter anyhow, they still took my drink from the high shelf when I weaved through sweaty teens to get to the dirty bathroom, and for that alone, I hated them. Small things such as sacrificing my drink to a stranger, had gradually worsened my night.

My time here was mediocre from the start. I just didn't care for the lack of cleanliness, or the flickering party lights...or  for the type of music they blared on the sound system-just about everything in short. I didn't even want to be here but Griffin and Aniya had their way with words when their goal was verbally humiliating someone. I could still hear their taunts ringing in my ears. The tipping point was when Aniya had said I was attempting to be 'popular loner'. Like hell I was. The memory alone made me want to clock her upside the head but she was no where near, having abandoned me as soon as she rammed through the front door.

I shifted my hand to fidget with my hair but suddenly remembered the weight of the sad looking cup in my possession. Giving it one last good look, I tossed it into one of the large trash cans that had been moved here to host the ungodly amount of solo cups these people went through. I'd have to brave the drink table to get another one later on. I internally groaned at the prospect, I wasn't usually this boring but all of the parties thrown by him made me pissed above anything else.

I personally preferred it when I was throwing the party at my house, how people I knew and didn't know alike gathered around to dance and laugh. How I could make the party filled with better lights and music people would be more likely to sing along to while dancing uncontrollably then just hopping up down to like seizing rabbits. I just personally thought that I could do it better. That thought applied to many things but I was aware of my arrogance by now.

My eyes trailed the elegant mansion, now trashed into the home of one of Wren Brooke's infamous parties, to my immense frustration. I exhaled deeply, breathing in some type of vape smoke, too fruity to be anything else, and alcohol. Sweat weaved into the mix of equally nauseating scents. It all felt a little tame, I hadn't seen enough passed out individuals. Not enough high, drunk, or lustful people either.

I would expect more from the self-proclaimed party king, only because it was a beginning of the school year celebration. Marking the start of senior year and when we would all begin to turn 18...meaning we would begin to start finding our mates. Wren was obsessed with the idea of senior year, so I really wouldn't be surprised if he managed to get Harry Styles to crash through the fucking roof. Though I preferred mainly avoiding Wren altogether. He reminded me of everything I wanted to be, and that mixed with his snotty personality, it was hard to be around him.

"Wow, you do really look like this at all of Wren's parties." Aniya cooed even through the boom of the music, coming up behind me. I swerved to face her, surprised I hadn't picked up her scent approaching me.

She wore a tight spaghetti strap dress, the shade of a deep night sky. It hugged her perfectly, like a second skin. Aniya clung onto my arm like it was a lifeline, the smell of alcohol heavy on her plump lips. Probably was a lifeline if I thought about it, Aniya would've been dragged along a current of the dancing crowd if it weren't for her tight hold on me.

"Jackass should've let me thrown it, cheap liquor makes my head hurt." I said, my words laced with humor.

"Mm, I think it's pretty fun, you're just picky when it comes to him. Jealous that there's another alpha heir visiting the town?" Aniya teased, pulling a dark brown curl away from warm, brown skin. She really knew how to clean up, her eyeliner perfectly accentuating the vibrant green eyes and blush not laid on her charming freckles too thick. Her eyes glistened with mischief as they continued to dart almost behind me. I dismissed it as nervous tick before clearing my throat to respond.