Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 12} - CHEATER

To end the eventful day the three girls all entered Kappa Sigma for a night of fun. Yet that was far from what Pretty girl was expecting.

A drape of dread clung onto her, digging it's uncomfortable awareness into her back.

She wanted to distance herself from Daniel, Distance herself from Keil, Distance herself from everyone.

As she was preparing herself Abigail, and Terry both dispersed without giving any notice.

Together they seamlessly merged within the sea of strangers. Terry pranced over to a group of guys all relaxing on a coach, cleansing her throat for a long evening of flirting. Abigail, on the other hand, rushed off into the crowed, like she was on a mission.

For a moment all she could do was stand there attempting to allow the blaring music to drown her nauseating feelings, still she knew that would be completely useless.

Heading over to the kitchen to find an alcoholic drink, she halted as she spotted Daniel laying out all the beverages out on the counter.

One look from him caused her stomach to knot into an excruciating entanglement.

Luckily, for her there was an unattended plastic cup filled with something just for her, all for the benefit just to avoid any encounter with him.

Swiftly grabbing the cup and heading for the opposite direction, the taste of the beverage was too bitter for her liking. 'Beer' she thought.

In disbelief she found herself searching for Keil. Abigail's words stuck, ringing over. and over, causing Pretty girl to believe it was her duty to stand by his side.

 It was seemingly odd he wasn't socializing amongst the crowd trying to grab people's attention.

He was no where to be seen.

However, as Pretty girl pondered on his whereabouts she noticed Daniel beside her.

"Are you going to say hi?" He said handing her a bottle of beer ignoring the fact she was holding one in her hand.

She stared it down speculating the intention behind the gesture. Yet she felt it was her responsibility to accept this gift.

Still not her favorite flavor.

"I would've but you looked busy." She responded, sipping on the beer.

"Sure", he retorted while proceeding to take a swig.

Between their shared silence she waited anticipating him to bring up their recent meeting. Yet no. He just stood next to her.

I'd go as far too say he was enjoying her presence. And with that know knowledge it didn't sit well with her.

"Well see you around." She walked away.

"Where else do you need to be?" He asked with a hint of malice.

"I'm looking for Keil."

An alarming aura distorted his expression, darkening his features, and with an end to their talk he returned with "whatever."

And off she went.

Throughout the night she couldn't get a clear answer as to where Keil was, and while being three drinks in Keil was no longer her first priority.

Toilets in Kappa Sigma seemed non-existent, since usually majority of them were locked.

In desperation she banged on the doors for any idea of who was in them, and for how long, or if there was anyone in there.

No answer would always follow. Deep within the house she finally approached a bathroom that was unlocked.

In pure relief she opened the door to reveal some people making out. Yet it was never two unknown people, it was none other than Abigail, and Keil.

So, I guess this room was occupied as well.

A mixture of confusion, and the desperation to use a bathroom left her outraged.

"What are you doing!?" Keil looked up in shock at her mid-way into their kiss, changing his complexion into ghostly pale.

"Oh god", he shoved Abigail off of him, hard enough she roughly collided into the wall.

"It's not what it looks like," He explained, while he was trying to state his case.

All Pretty girl was worrying about was poor Abigail cursing over in the corner.

Sliding past Keil Pretty girl lifted her to her feet, the stench of alcohol exuding out of her pours burnt her nose.

She had little patience to uncover this perplexing scene, and right now Abigail clearly need a good night's rest as her legs were giving up on her.

Plus Terry was also likely to be in a similar state. Personally I would have left them there to fend for themselves.

"I said wait let me explain", he grabbed onto her arm as she was collecting all of Abigail's belongings.

"Not now," she tried to loosen his grip.

"I SAID WAIT!!!", his shout froze her in her tracks.

With what little will power she posed she explained "Abigail needs to go back to her dorm. She's not feeling well."

His grip weakened, though the pain left still lingered.

"Come on, let's go," she slung Abigail around her shoulder, as she sluggishly relied on Pretty girl's strength.

Lastly she reached for Abigail's phone neatly placed on the sinks counter.

Conveniently the phone was still unlocked, and on the screen was a singular photo on full display.

It glowed in her line of view, displaying a photo all to familiar.

"Come on Abigail lets go," she left now pursuing Terry.

Thankfully, Terry was still situated where she was at the beginning of the party. Sprawled over most of the coach she scoffed at the sight of Pretty girl.

"Let me guess, it's time to go?"

"Yep," she confirmed her doubts.

Terry groaned as she sunk further into the cushions. Her eyes were tinted with red lining, sweat stained her clothing, and she dangerously clung onto a bottle, knuckles swollen white.

"Come on let's just go," Pretty girl politely asked.

"Just leave without me, can you really not see I don't want to go."

Terry raised the bottle it the air, gesturing them to finally part ways. I might as well also add the complexion of her was ghastly.

Calling her a hot mess would be an understatement.

Alone she sat on the coach, everyone originally there all dispersed.

RemovingTerry from her current situation would be a challenge.

The question now waswould she take that chance.

She came to a conclusion, and left her there, inKappa Sigma unaided.

She respected her wishes, and didn't look back.