Why Do I? (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 34: Amidst the Moonlit Whispers

Cadence's Perspective

Amidst the pulsating rhythm of music and the kaleidoscope of vibrant lights, I found myself engulfed in a sea of laughter and chatter. The air was thick with anticipation, and the mingling aromas of cologne and perfume created an intoxicating sensory symphony. The party unfolded like a living entity, each beat of the music resonating with the collective heartbeat of the crowd. As I navigated through the energetic throng, my senses heightened, and the excitement of the night beckoned, promising stories yet to unfold within the walls of revelry.

Valeria was lost in the intoxicating embrace of alcohol, grinding against a stranger on the dance floor while Lorelei captured the wild scene on video. Athena and I couldn't help but laugh at the chaotic spectacle. A few drinks deep, my head swam in a dizzy haze. "What's taking her so long?" I wondered aloud.

Lorelei chimed in, "Allison?"

"Yeah, her mom called, and she had to answer it," I explained, taking a sip of my drink. The wine's burning sensation danced down my throat, making me grimace. I wasn't a seasoned drinker, but tonight was an exception.

Concern etched on Athena's face, she asked, "Girl, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I reassured her, though my head was already spinning. "I need to get some fresh air; I'll be right back."

Navigating away from the pulsating crowd, I headed to our table and refilled my glass with wine. Determined to find my girlfriend, I ventured into the night, my senses heightened by the influence of alcohol.

"I shouldn't have drunk too much," I mumbled to myself as I followed a path leading to the backyard. Along the way, I accidentally bumped into two people—the birthday debutant and the uninvited speaker earlier. Their hands were entwined, but my presence prompted a hasty separation.

Greeting them, I exclaimed, "Happy birthday to you!"

Madison Harper, who's a grade higher than me, smiled sweetly. "Cadence! I didn't expect you to come!"

"I didn't even know it was your birthday until a friend mentioned it," I admitted, and we shared a laugh.

"I'm really glad you could make it. By the way, your girlfriend is in the backyard talking with some emo-looking girl. Their conversation didn't seem good; you might want to check up on them."

Intrigued, I responded, "Oh?"

Madison excused herself with a pointed glare at her companion, and I waved them off. Now came the thrilling part. A sip of my drink, and suddenly sobriety washed over me. Stealthily approaching, I made sure my heels produced no sound, becoming an eavesdropper to a heated exchange.

"I have a girlfriend," Allison sternly said.

The other girl responded with an interrogating yet flirtatious tone, "You have a girlfriend, but then you flirted with me?"

"Because I hadn't gotten with her that time yet," Allison explained, attempting to maintain calm.

"I'm not buying your story, missy. It doesn't make sense. My gut tells me that you're just bluffing."

Allison scoffed, "Yeah, because why would I spill my life story to someone I don't even know?" She spat, "I have to go."

I listened intently, drawn into the unfolding drama.

"Admit it, you don't have a girlfriend. Because that redhead was dating someone else," the other girl claimed. My eyes widened. What is she talking about? "I saw it that night. She was with a guy."