Literature and Lust

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𝐀 Z U R E L L A

I put on my crimson red dress that hits the middle of my thigh and quickly curl my hair. Red has always been my color, it contrasts perfectly with my long black hair that hangs to about mid-waist.

I redo my makeup, adding a thin black wing to make the perfect cat-eye effect.

I slide on my heels and walk out of my room and text  Lily asking how I'm supposed to know where exactly I'm going. She replies in a couple of seconds telling me to let her finish her makeup real quick and then she'll walk with me

I sit on the couch and wait for about ten minutes before she walks out. She has a bright pink dress that comes down almost the same as mine.

"Omgggggg! You look so good!" She squeals and jumps around. "We are gonna have so much fun"

We talk to the west wing. Along with her pulling me begin a corner and into small broom closets if a professor is in the upcoming hall.

"Partying is strictly prohibited here at Lakeston. Just so you know if teachers bust in. Run. Go anywhere, bathrooms, dorms. Anything unlocked. If you're caught you get sent to the detention hall for a week" She rolls her eyes as she opens the door on the west hall.

For something that is supposed to be on the low, it certainly is loud. It looks like half the school is here and there is alcohol and drugs scattered through the main commons everywhere.

Teachers usually don't come to commons apparently. For the privacy of the students but they can if necessary. Lily pulls me to the bar and orders a drink.

I shouldn't drink. It always leads to bad decisions, one's I won't be able to take back and will hurt me in the long run.

"Aren't you gonna get one?" She yells over the music.

"I think I'm gonna skip out for now" I lean in so she can hear me better.

One thing I will not be missing out on tonight is the dancing. I've always loved dancing. It's my escape from everything. When my parents were arguing I'd get the old chauffeur to take me to the studio down the road.

"Let's dance" I yell. We make our way to the middle of the dance floor just as Swim comes on. Call it a coincidence but I can definitely get down to this song. Slow and sexy is a sure way to get attention.

Do I even want the attention of anyone here? I don't think so. Right now it's just about me and my new friend and how we are going to have a great night.

We dance and we move with each other and touch ourselves as the rhythm takes control. I'm no longer me, I'm dancing, and I'm free. I stop thinking of my next move and letting it take me over.

As the song closes Lily pulls me to get another drink. I am thirsty and Lily keeps telling me how I should loosen up some. Oh, what the heck. I get two shots of vodka and straight down the hatch. Probably not the smartest idea. Cause now that I've had it, I'll want more. I have a pretty high alcohol tolerance but I can get carried away sometimes.

Me and Lily wander around for the next hour. Finally taking a seat when all of a sudden a black-haired boy is yelling.

"EVERYONE RUN"

And everyone does. All running in different directions, some even going toward where the guy said the teacher was. Idiots.

I find a side hall that goes into the main hall but takes me further down. I believe Lily told me this is the north wing. All the classes are in the south, girls' dorms are east, guys' west, and north is the library and extracurricular.

I slide my shoes off so I can run better if I need to. I take a right and here's the library. Lily said no one uses it so I go in, finding a door in the back and going in.

But there is someone here. By himself, painting the night sky through the balcony doors. He turns his head toward me quickly as I've startled him.

"Sorry. Had to run from teachers, just needed a place to hide out. But I'll leave here so you can focus"

"No you're not bothering me," he says but doesn't look at me.

I thank him silently and watch him paint. He's good. Really ok good. I watch as each stroke brings life to the portrait.

"I wish I could paint" I mutter in between the silence.

"Anyone can paint, art isn't about what you do. It's about how you do it" he replies.

"Oh" is all I say.

"Here I'll show you" he pats the bench he is sitting on. I stand up and seat myself beside him, with plenty of space between us. He shows me different strokes, and how easy it is to give a painting life and imagination.

We sit there for an hour talking about painting and other stuff similar.

I like him. No doubt about it, usually when I'm with a guy alone for that long. I'm either fucking him or arguing one. But not Enzo, we just talked, and it was so peaceful.

"I'm gonna head to my dorm and along the way find your sister" I smile.

"My sister? Did she drink?" He asks.

"Um.. yeah me and her had a few," I say cause this is a little awkward.

"Just make sure she doesn't call mom. Mom will kill her if she knows she's drinking" he nods and we both leave the room.

I walk back to my room with my heels in hand. I clean my makeup off and go straight to bed. I'm exhausted so I'm out immediately. Lily was already asleep on the couch when I got here so I threw a blanket over her and then called it a night.

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Idk how I feel about this chapter. Would y'all rather shorter or longer paragraphs or keep them like they are? Feel free to tell me of any mistakes or errors.
Tysm!