Behind The Screens

11 | I Love You, Pretty Boy

Britten

We ended our Skype call with another stuttered 'I...I...' from Alex, followed by an excuse to keep him from saying I love you. As if I didn't know he was trying. But I never bring it up because, honestly, I want to do it in person. I want to see the meaning in his eyes, and hear his heart through his words.

I turned on some music and slid off of my bed to start preparing for the party. It was supposed to be a big winter break party hosted by Shaline Bush. She was the most popular girl in our school, while never being mistaken for the meanest. She welcomes anyone and everyone, and that's why her parties were always a big hit.

I slipped on my mahogany colored, turtle neck, tucked it into a black mini skirt and threw on my favorite long,  black suede coat with the fur inside. It was so warm and comfortable, I'm sure I over-wore it, but no one would be able to tell... if they'd never seen me before.

I topped my outfit off with my black knee high boots over black tights and a beanie that matched my sweater. I looked in the mirror, touched up my makeup, and was already in the elevator when Mira called me.

"Hello?" I answered. "I'm outside, it's cold, hurry up!!!" Mira complained. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I rolled my eyes. "If you'd be patient I'm walking out of the elevator now." I said. I hung up the phone and stepped outside to meet Mira. "I swear, you never take that coat off." Mira complained. "I'm starting to think that's you're only coat- but you look cute."

We began walking to Shaline's apartments. She, like me, lived in a penthouse, beautiful like mine, except more. My school is full of very wealthy people, so if they don't live in a penthouse, they live in some gorgeous house in the suburbs of New York- and those are expensive.

We finally arrived at Shaline's apartments and let me just say- real lux. I'd thought about staying here instead of at home when I applied to NYU's med school last week.

When we walked into the lobby, there were a bunch of teenagers walking around aimlessly. Mira and I went straight to the front desk.

"Welcome! Here for Miss Shaline's 'Winter Bash'?" The young desk manager asked. "Yes, and I think they are too," I said pointing at the teens leaning against the wall by the elevator. They must be from the suburbs. Those kids never know what to do in apartments.  "If you would take them with you, I'll call her on the intercom." I nodded.

"It's unlocked," I heard him say as we got into the elevator. "Up here, guys." Mira called out to the clueless teenagers. A rush of the people fled onto the elevator and the it shut closed.

When we got to the top,  the elevator opened to a bunch of high schoolers dancing, leaning against walls, and relaxing on the sofas. The latest pop hits were blasting and the colorful lights were dimmed down low.

"WOO!" Mira yelled and took off to the bar in front of the kitchen. I shook my head in amusement and followed her. Since the start of our senior year, Shaline's parents usually allowed her to give out wine. But, looking at the bar now, there were only soft drinks and juices.

"What happened?" I heard Mira ask as I got closer. "To what?" Shaline's dad asked. Her parents run the bar at all of her parties for safety. "To the wine!" She exclaimed. Shaline's dad shrugged and her mom said, "I don't think you were here for Shali's last party but someone apparently was given more than a cup of wine and went buck wild!"
Mira gasped, a disgusted look on her face. I held back my laughter.

"Who ruined my party wine?" Mira pouted. Shaline's dad laughed. "What would you like instead?" Mira shrugged. "What do you want, Brit?" Mira asked. "A coke." I replied. "Same here." Mira said. Shaline's mom handed us two cokes and we thanked them.