Wendy

"Listen, it's only one night a year."

The amount of times I've heard Scott repeat those words was border line nauseating. He persistently reminded me of the glorified party of the year that was tomorrow, thrown by none other than Mora Hastings, every chance he got. Mora Hastings. Just thinking of her name made me heave. The class A bitch of the school, she lacked a lot of qualities, but self absorption wasn't one of them. Unfortunately I don't think I've ever come across her and not seen her glancing at her reflection at any reflective surface. I'm serious. She just looked in the mirror and loved what she saw. What made her more intolerable was the fact that she was indeed good looking and loaded. Completely filthy rich. Her reality already distorted with wealth made her presence in any room radiate superiority, but at the end of the day if she was having a party you wanted to go. No one was  bothered by her condescending nature that much to pass on the opportunity to party at her mega mansion. Wealth constitutes jealousy, but always draws attention. It was no different here and everyone wanted to be in attendance. However it did not give a viable reason for MY attendance. 

"I know Scott, but a party at Mora Hastings house? Doesn't seem like an ideal way to spend my valuable hours of living," I said every word plastered with an overly sarcastic smile.

"C'mon Wendy, it's free alcohol and a guaranteed great time ", Scott said sending me his award winning bright white smile. I knew where he was coming from, Mora had a very wealthy family. Meaning her party would house luxurious amenities and virtually an unlimited amount of booze. Booze. That's all it took really. Especially because it wasn't the shitty kind.

I looked into his face pondering if I should say yes just to get him to stop. However the urge to go was there, I wasn't above an amazing party. No matter who was throwing it. I mean, with the size of her house I'd probably never even run into her to be honest.

"I know" I sighed.

I remembered the last party she had. She left midway in her brand new Mercedes and came back with three polynesian bulky men, who were fire breathers. Under normal circumstances everyone would have thought twice since we do live in Washington State, but we were all so hammered everyone broke out in chants screaming her name. Including myself. Not a proud moment to cave under pressure, but it was truly a rare sight that I had to cheer for.

"Now if I say yes, I'd need you to do something for me."

"That's it? A favor?" He asked with disbelief clear across his voice since I've told him no every time he brought it up.

"Yep, pretty much."

"Does it involve you know?" He then nodded his head to his crotch while a grin stretched across his face.

"Because if it does, you really don't need to ask." he said while sending me a wink with a side grin.

Giving him my best glare I could muster for as long as I could while my hand was twitching from the desire to slap him, which didn't last long of course before I broke into fits of laughter. He was a flirt. That was true, but his flirtatious ways came from an outgoing personality. His sense of humor and crude mind were almost one in the same. However when it came to me though, it held a double meaning of sorts. A double edge sword.

"I honestly need a favor, so get your head out of the gutter," I said while trying to gain my composure back to a serious one. He always joked liked this. Whatever we had between us was just abstract. We could never get it to become real, to become something tangible. More like I wouldn't let it become real. The further away I could push it, the better it would be for us both.

"You know if you need my help you have to stop acting like you don't want to go this party," he said while raising an eyebrow. I smirked back.
"Now really tell me what this is all about", he said now losing the light hearted tone he held before. I pursed my lips while thinking about how quickly he called me on my bullshit. Had I really been that transparent?
My mind started to wonder and the lightness of the situation dissipated. The back and fourth banter Scott and I had now left me tired and a feeling of heaviness weighed on my chest. Now most of the time our conversations were at face value, after what I said that day I knew it was because of me. The shadow of movement brought me out of my thoughts and now I noticed Scott moving closer to me. I've always avoided direct eye contact for long periods of time but i locked my eyes with him when i suddenly realized how close he had gotten. It always bewildered me how even when lines were drawn, we still managed to cross them.