His eyes sized me from head to toes. There. The demeaning look. Number one reason I hate the summits. They always give this demeaning look before even making a statement. I should probably just apologize and get on my way before I am forced to say something harsh.
"Sorry I bumped into you." I quickly apologized and made yo leave but, of course, he moved in my way. "Yes?"
"Are you really so blind, you don't see people walking in front of you?" That icy tune of his.
"I said I'm sorry."
"And how does that change the fact that you blindly bumped into me?"
I swallowed the retort that was about to spill out of my mouth.
"It's not supposed to. It just shows I'm remorseful." I responded cautiously.His head tilted to a side.
"I don't see any form of remorse."
"Well, that's probably because you don't want to. Anyone else with clear eyes would see my remorse."
"Last time I checked, remorseful people don't act so witty after offending someone. You were literally walking like someone with closed eyes."
Okay now he really had it coming. Yup. I burst.
"Well, you got that right. My eyes were closed." I laid emphatic stress on the 'were'. "But yours were wide open. Right? Now tell me, if your eyes were so clear, why did you let me bump into you? You could have moved out of my path. Now how do I know your eyes weren't also closed? Now that I even think about it, you have as much fault as me. If I'm apologizing, you should too. But y'know, I don't really give a damn about your apology. So, if you don't mind, move aside." I flashed him a witty smile and walked right past him. Stupid summits. Hmph!
***
"Are you set yet?" Dylan asked me over the phone. It was well into the night and probably time for the party. Oh well, I was ready.
"Yeah. Give me a sec. I'll be down soon."
"Alright Kay." The call disconnected. I dropped my phone on the table and dabbed some lipstick on my lips for the last time,massaged it a bit and grabbed my purse as well as my phone and headed out. Well, I was dressed in a midnight-blue gown about few inches above my knees, my hair was let down and I had only light make-up and a few accessories on. Then I stood tall atop black wedges. This is kinda like my signature party look. "Yo!" I said in greeting as I approached the guys who were just outside my hall.
"You looking good." Dylan complimented me. And I playfully rolled my eyes.
"As usual." I said and gave him a wink. "You look good too." I checked him out then did a double-take at Jace. He didn't look bad either.
"C'mon."
Soon we were all in Dylan's dusk-grey Tesla. Well, Dylan's a 'rich-kid'. He's got a cardiologist for a dad, a bio-medical engineer for a mum and a business tycoon for a brother. He's got all the good stuff. This pretty vehicle was his eighteenth birthday present. It was his favorite gift among all the others and trust me, the 'others' are mind-blowing. The evening breeze penetrating through the open windows was so soothing. I loved it. Every wave. Soon, he pulled over and we alighted. We stood in front of a massive building and I couldn't help but wonder what person would permit a crowd of highschool kids partying in their
house.Anyways, hard luck for the owner. We made our way into the building and well, it was... let's just go with crazy. The music was so loud, the lights were all blue, red and green, people were shouting, some drinking from disposable cups, some... well... making out, some playing pool and some playing that table soccer stuff. Generally, the place was anything but normal. Well, I followed the guys up the stairs to what seemed like a VIP section. Here, I noticed that the people here were the last people I wanted to meet. Of course, the summits. With a few other people. Turns out, the bash wasn't for Norway students only.
Now that I even think about it, Jace said Michael invited them and.. Oh my God. You have got to be kidding me. I totally forgot about it and had that little chat with Michael. Oh boy.
I noticed Dylan tap my arm and I was instantly pulled out from my thoughts.
"C'mon." He whispered close to my ear.
"Uh.. yeah." We walked forward till we came close to the couch where the guys and girls were lounging. Of course, they weren't just sitting and relaxing. They were, y'know, doing the whole teen-party stuff. The boys went closer and they all exchanged handshakes and pleasantries. Oh well, I kept a smile on my face all through, not looking at anybody in particular, but then, I could feel a particular pair of eyes shooting daggers at me. Like, if looks could kill, I'ld be more than a hundred feet beneath. My eyes subtly went in the direction of the glare and just as I thought, Michael was the glarer. If that's even a word. The next thing I knew, I was being introduced by Jace. Perfect.
"So guys, the dame I told you about, McKayla Maroney." He sorta announced. Well, taking it as my cue, I had to speak.
"Hi." Was the only thing I could say. Thankfully, we all took our seats. Although, I didn't feel the gaze leave me. Either ways, I decided to ignore it. At least, I was certain of one thing; looks don't kill. At least when Medusa isn't the one looking. Lol.
"Gather around guys, we're playing Truth or Dare now." One of the guys announced and everyone cheered. Of course, except me. Okay let's get things straight here, I'm not chicken. It's just that I don't really know these people and heaven knows the profanity that runs through their heads. Let's just say, I like playing safe. But then again, I can't just back out now else I'll officially become the laughing stock of Norway Prep. "Alright guys, y'all know how it works. Let's begin."
He placed an empty beer bottle on the table and spun it. While the bottle was in motion, I was silently praying that it wouldn't get to me and thank goodness it didn't. Instead, it stopped head on Matt Hermione and tail on Clara Dewinter. The whole table cooed.
"Truth or Dare?" Matt asked Clara.
"Dare." She replied with that 'bring-it-on' smile of hers.
"I dare you to give Levi a nice long kiss." Clara just rolled her eyes and walked-more like, sashayed- to where Levi sat and did her dare then returned to her seat while everyone else clapped. Next Matt spun the bottle and it ended at Lucy and Louissa.
"Truth or dare, Louissa?"
"Dare." Louissa replied without any form of reluctance. Lucy dared her and of course she didn't hesitate to do her dare. Oh well, the game went on and I'mma have to admit, it's kinda fun watching them. It seems like luck is on my side today because so far, the bottle has not landed on me for once. On and on they went, laughing when something was amusing, cooing when something called for it, and generally enjoying the game. When I was most interested in the game was when Dylan was asked to reveal the name of the girl whom he was crushing on. Turns out, my darling Dylan had a crush on Belinda Jensen. She was one of the people here and I couldn't help but notice Dylan's ears turn red whenever he looked at her and his cute cheeks turn pink when she looked back at him. I've always known he had something for her but whenever I brought it up, he always changed the topic.
Well, I guess I couldn't be happier than I am now. Definitely can't be happier. My joy was cut short when Michael Zen Tollive was dared to kiss me. It was at that moment that my smile faded and my dislike for the game was re-established.
A kiss from Michael? Can my life get any worse?
I mentally facepalmed. We had an argument just a few hours ago and now? A kiss? Kill me.
