In Your Dreams

14 || Emmett Larkin

How the fuck did these bastards drag me into this? And how am I still walking along with them to this house party they spoke about?

"Is this even a good idea?" I ask for the millionth time as I try to catch up with their strides. I glance between all of them until my gaze settle on staring at Alecks and Hanz. "So?" I prompt, waiting for their response.

Alecks simply shrugged his shoulders. Like always, when Hanz is around, he'll go completely silent and let his friend speak for him. It's like Alecks turns into a puppet when Hanz is with him. To be fair, Alecks might have been saving his social battery until we arrive at the party.

These two are basically the definition of introvert and extrovert best friends.

Hanz turns around and flashes me a bright smile. Brighter than the faint little stars above the dark midnight gown that the day had worn. He begins to walk backwards while maintaining eye contact with me.

"It'll be fun!" He opens his arms wide, and I'm beginning to feel worried that he might fell backwards. "Don't you want to perform during the party? Plus, I think Anderson is expecting you guys to show to anyway."

I wrinkle my forehead, trying to recall who this Anderson is. When I failed to remember who that person was, I turned my attention to Ash, who gladly met my gaze. "Who's Anderson again?" I asked him while he kept his attention on me.

"Gillian Anderson. He was the former president of the student council last semester. But he didn't run again this semester." Hanz explains, saving Ash from giving me a long lecture. "He's also Mr. Plinsky's nephew"

Well, I know who's Mr. Plinky is. He's my professor in one of my major courses. I don't particularly like him that much, but he's a chill professor-most of the time at least. Every so often, the guy can look so strict, which makes it harder for to approach him for clarifications.

"Seriously, how come most of our batch mates know who you are while you're walking around campus without any idea who our other batch mates are?" He threw a question back at me with an amused expression written all over his face. Even through the dim lighting around the street we're walking on, Ash's facial expression can be seen from a mile away.

Well, that depends on if someone knew him very well and recognizes the tone of his voice whenever he's speaking.

I shrugged my shoulders before turning and gazing forward, following behind Hanz and Alecks. "First of all, I can recognize people based on their faces and not by their names. And second, I really don't like socializing that much to try to know who my batch mates are." I return my gaze to Ash and aim a friendly smile at him.

Suddenly, I felt someone shove themselves against my back. Luckily, I can maintain their weight that we didn't stumble and fall forward face flat on the concrete walkway. I turn my head and glance over my shoulder to see Samuel grinning like a little kid.

"You don't like socializing and yet, you keep on bullying Phoebe Summers," He says that so innocently that I can't get annoyed by it. The rest of the group laughed at what Samuel said, but I slowly shrugged him off my back.

"I'm not bullying her," I protest. "I'm merely just trying to rile her up, that's all."

Both of my arms crossed around just above my abdomen, trying to suppress the warm heat that's coming from my body. Against my hoodie jacket, the cold, chilly air of the night is penetration through the fabric. Maybe that's just an excuse for something else.

"Sure, whatever you say." Hanz murmurs as he kept on walking forward, not even bothering to look back at me.

I stare at his back, hoping my imaginary daggers penetrate through him. But all it did was catch Alecks' gaze and I watched as he shakes his head at me. A little twinkle of amusement flashing in his eyes through the dim lighting.