written by Jan Airah C. Fortich (Idea of the story is from Tracy Fortich)
Prologue:
“Hey Bex,”
“Queen B,”
“Bex, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
It’s a cold Tuesday night. Bex threw a welcome back party for a friend for 7 years and a member of the same gang. The party has been the talk of the town since the hosts of the party are big deals. The club was crowded and music blasted from each corner of the place. Different colors of moving lights, the kind that brings you to the state of vertigo, flashed the entire room. But despite this, the crowd didn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah, later.” Bex waved them off. She’s been at the same spot for over twenty minutes. She keeps on checking her black cocktail Valentino. Her eyes have been darting back and forth, looking for the person she threw that party for. Then slowly the metal doors swung open. A figure emerged in the doorway, his body backlit in the bright lights. When she saw his face a smirk formed from the corners of her mouth. He strutted through the door. His green eyes were bright, and his handsome angular face was chapped from cold. Bex made her way towards him.
“Harold—“ she greeted but was cut off when he pulled her into a hug.
“Bex,” he said through her hair. They slowly pulled away. “I missed you and you still smell the same. Still using that perfume your dead ex-boyfriend gave you ages ago?” he jokingly said. She gave her a dirty look and said,
“Back off, Noodles. Seriously, dye your hair blonde and you’re good to go.” she came back at him. Bex laughed at what she said. She knows how it’s Harry’s pet peeve when someone calls him Noodles.
“Naww, I’m sorry curly and oh c’mon, welcome to your party!” she took his hand and led him towards the crowd.
She’s still about to enter from the back window when she saw a glimpse of the different colors of moving lights. It actually made her feel uneasy but still, she decided to break in. “There’s no turning back,” she whispered to herself as she tied her hair into a bun. The crowds are everywhere, drinking and dancing. “How boring,” she thought to herself walking towards the balcony where she can’t see people.
“What are you doing in here?” a drunk-dancing guy asked. He’s like a Bud Light clenching version of Napoleon Dynamite.
“Hi, it’s Des.” the girl with the bun replied, surprised. The next second, she regretted what she just said.
“Do you wanna dance?” the guys asked her as he grabbed her left arm.
She knows that if she refuses, the guy will ask why and the conversation will get longer then he might get the attention of people below, so she grabbed her hand back, kind of annoyed and said, “Yeah, sure, but only here please?”
They danced for about 2 minutes, when suddenly, the guy saw something on her left arm, a tattoo. “Hey, are you a Gam—“ she cut him off and kicked him real hard on the balls then punched his face.
“Where the hell is Kev—What the hell are you doing?” A girl came in the balcony holding her mobile phone. Seems like she’s about to look or call someone but witnessed another thing.
“Crap.” Des whispered.
A guy covered with a black scarf held Des hands. “Hey, hurry. Let's go.” he said and they jumped out from balcony then ran to the door, not minding the confused people, and hopped into a white Porsche Boxster Spyder with the fastest speed.
Everyone in the club was astonished with what just happened. Harry is clueless of what just happened because he is in the private room to change. Good thing Bex was able to convince the crowd to just don’t mind it and continue the party. She herself was surprised too with what happened and she knows that their enemy, the other gang, has something to do with it.
Bex took a very deep breath and said, “It’s just the beginning,”
