Steal My Soul

16 | darius

Darius

When I walk into Asia's lengthy driveway, it's already filled with drunk kids, stumbling on their feet.

I pressed my hand along the creases of my tuxedo, as I walked past luxurious cars. My palms were sweaty, my heart erratic. I almost didn't make it out the door. Bobbi had lent me her grandfather's suit and I was already getting it dirty.

My fingers reached up to the collar of my tie, as I started to get weird glances. I looked down at my shoes. They were boots caked with dry mud with a steel toe. The shoes Bobbi gave me were too big and besides, these were comfortable and lightweight.

I swallow, eyeing the long stairway that leads up to the back of her house. The bouquet of daisies I had picked outside was broken, crushed in my left hand. Asia's house was grander than ever, as music boomed from inside, the colossal windows flashing bright pink and blue lights every few seconds.

The door was wide open when I reached the entrance. All of my classmates, dressed in cocktail attire and wearing similar black and white feathered masks danced in the rooms, swaying their legs and chugging alcohol.

The music quivered under my feet, reverberating through my bones. I could feel my teeth chatter. All of the furniture from her dining room was missing. It had been turned into a ballroom that was decorated with glittering chandeliers and tables filled with gourmet treats.

Soft small hands wrap around my waist and I'm pulled into a tight hug. I falter, tripping over the force but I relax when I hear her voice in my ear.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" Asia squeals.

I turned around to hug her back. A light flora scent emanated from her skin and I found myself smiling. I rub my nose into her hair and she giggles.

Her hair is styled into a twisted updo and she wears a sparkly gray mask on her face. The white satin dress she wears hugs her curves, tight around her chest that her breasts bulge and I find myself staring at them. My attention snaps back to her when she puts something in my hand. It's a gray mask.

"Everyone gets a mask when they walk in but I wanted the people close to me to have different colored masks from everyone else, that way, it's easier to find each other," she whispers into my ear.

I raise an eyebrow at her, unable to hide the grin that's on my lips. "The people close to you?" I ask.

She hooks her arms with mine, pulling me into the ballroom. "Yeah, that's you,"

"I don't dance!" I yell over the music.

Asia grins at me, her eyes batting at me flirtatious. "You do tonight Quimby,"

She grabs a fistful of my shirt, pulling me towards her. A zap of electricity sparks my veins. I hold my breath, my heart thrashing and plummeting as Asia takes my hands and guides them toward her behind.

She twirls around me, keeping my body close to her as she flips her head from side to side. I try to keep up with her, following her lead as her skin grazes against mine every so often that my breath hitches as hers quickens.

Her fingers slide against my hair and she tugs on it, pulling me towards her. My tongue is dry, my face slick with sweat. Asia stares at me, our noses touching.

"I'm thirsty, want something to drink?!" I shout.

She nods, playfully shoving me away. I back away from her, still making eye contact with her intense gaze as I run my fingers through my hair. She blows me a kiss and then continues dancing.

When I get to the hors d'oeuvres table, my shirt is drenched in sweat. I fill a plastic cup with water and gulp it down. Bobbi appears by my side. I almost don't recognize her, with her curls now, straightened and the gray mask covering the entirety of her face.