Chapter 1
“What the hell were you thinking, Des?” the guy finally broke the silence of the trip.
“Marcus, I just- I just want to see how they party and stuff.” Des replied.
“WHAT?!“ Marcus looked at her with wide eyes that are filled with pure anger or something really indescribable.
“MARCUS, LOOK OUT!” Des said in horror with eyes so sharp into the windshield. They got almost hit by a truck. Good thing Marcus was able to shun.
Marcus continued to argue, “THAT’S LIKE THE LAMEST EXCUSE, DES!”
“For God’s sake Marcus, can we just like continue this when we’re off the road?” Des said already annoyed and at the same time worried of what might happen to them.
Des really got into Marcus’ nerves, “NO! YOU THINK BREAKING INTO OUR ENEMIES’ PARTY IS FINE? HELL NO! YOU JUST PUT YOURSELF INTO RISK. WHAT IF I WASN’T ABLE TO FOLLOW YOU? DO YOU THINK YOU’LL STILL BE OKAY BY NOW?!”
Marcus continued shouting, saying stuff to her and finally, she’s done. She turned on her iPod and got her earpods from her pocket. She played a Skrillex song on the loudest volume. Marcus on the other hand, noticed that Des wasn’t listening at all and he can sense that she’s also upset with what just happened. He looked at her, her eyes closed looking like an angel and in that moment, he realised that he can’t get really mad at her, never. The wind blows a gentle cool breeze as it brushes her hair into Marcus’ face and the faint smell of sweet lilacs arose.
They have finally arrived in a building. As the engine stopped, Des opened her eyes and immediately got off, slamming the door of the car. “I’m sorry! I know I fucked up.” she shouted while walking towards the front door.
“Hey, are you okay?” people asked as the door swung open.
“I just screwed up some things, so yeah, I guess I’m okay.” Des said sarcastically and went upstairs.
The place looks like any classy hotel or resort but with no employees, just busy people doing various things. People playing cards here, people talking while drinking wine there and just people talking. Everyone was busy minding their own business.
While Des was busy surfing the internet, trying to manage her anger, the door slowly creaked open and revealed Marcus, he was amazingly smiling, so opposite from what emotion he showed earlier. “Hey,” he said, still wearing a massive smile on his face, walking towards Des’ bed where basically Des is sitting.
Marcus sat on the bed, “Frankly, I hate you right now. Please do me a favor and get the fuck out, or do you want me to walk you through the door?” Des told him pointing the mahogany door.
Marcus jokingly poked her forehead, and then jokingly pushed her that led her to lie on the bed while Marcus kept on jumping on the bed, like they use to do when they were kids. The next second, Des laughed, and they laughed until they drop.
Marcus stopped laughing and said, “I’m sorry about earlier, Des. You know you’re special to me and I won’t let anything bad to happen to you. Never.”
“It’s fine. I’m sorry too, Marcus.” She replied.
He then pulled her into a hug. “I can’t breathe, get off me, Mr. Marcus Gray!” Des chuckled.
Next day,
“Dude,”
“Hey man,”
“What’s up?”
Just a cliché conversation in The Pipeline, close to Liverpool Street, is a rock and roll lovers dream with jukebox tunes, bang on drinks and pool tables. People hire out the pool tables in this bar making it a good spot for playing pool and having a few to drink while you do at this funky venue. Most people say that The Pipeline is definitely one of the must experience Shoreditch venues.
“Harold, ha-ha! Welcome back, brother!” a guy wearing a formal wear said with arms open, ready to pull Harry for a hug.
“Leo, a brother from another mother, I missed you.” Harry tapped Leo on the back.
“Okay, I’m really sorry I wasn’t able to come to your party yesterda—“ Leo was cut off when his mobile phone rang. “Hang on, I need to answer this.” Leo added before answering.
“Sure, I’ll just go play pool. Yeah, just my thing.” Harry told Leo walking towards the pool tables.
“Good shot.” Harry said, watching a woman wearing a black top with a grey cardigan and pants.
“She’s really good, it’s unbelievable.” the guy who the woman was playing with said with this-is-unbelievable face.
Harry got really curious with this girl that he asked if she can play with him 9 balls and luckily, she said yes that made him really happy. Harry’s actually good with this stuff, he knows that. He was beaten one time by his brother, Leo, when he was about 14. He can’t forget that day, he was so upset that he promised to himself he won’t anymore play pool, but naah, promises are meant to be broken.
“I’m sorry, but I guess you’re going to lose, sweetcheeks.” Harry winked.
“Let’s see about that, sweetheart. Break a leg, and by that, I meant literally.” the girl smirked.
They started the game and Harry’s really good but she is pretty competitive, she’s good too. If you look deeply into her eyes, you can see that she really wants to win. The game ended, seems like Harry won.
“You’re just lucky,” the girl said smiling sarcastically.
“Naah, I’m just too good. Better luck next time.” Harry said smirking.
“Whatever, I have to go. Adios motherfu—“
“Hang on, what’s your name?”
“It’s Des. Des Grace Evans, bye.” the girl said walking towards the front door.
“Sounds like disgrace to me. Can I see you again?” Harry said, quoted the word "disgrace".
“Sure, in your burial, asshole!” Des shouted, already out.
