Something I Want

Chapter 16.

The traditions haven’t changed without me. Monday – beach, bonfire and booze. In New York, that’s called a party. Am I getting bored of it? Yes.

While Jackson is painting Reich’s toenails, I’m picking out my outfit.

-Everyone will be surprised that Miss Combs is back, -Reichelle laughs.

-She gave you a hint about the outfit,
-Jackson.

-I haven’t forgotten her words yet, honey,
-I roll my eyes and grab a pair of ripped jeans and a white T-shirt from the bed.

I take off my pajamas and put on the clothes I’ve prepared. I tell Jackson to plug in my straightener, which he does. I grab my phone from the bed and shake my head when Horan starts texting me.

I didn’t leave everything so messy. I made Jackson and Reichelle films Horan and Sherwood.  They admitted it was their job, so I can relax a bit.

Niall Horan: Never mind. Where's Grace?

Grace Combs: What do you want?

Dots appear on the screen and without waiting for his new message, I throw the phone back on the bed. When I get to the big mirror, I grab a heated hair straightener from the table and start working on my hair. No one can see the curls Sue.

When I start to work on my face, that is, decorate it with a much heavier layer of makeup, Jakson finishes his work and decides to hack into my Messenger again.

-You know what you have to do, -I smile and take the foundation in my hands.

-Did he write back? -Reich also jumps up and runs to Jakson.

-Yeeah. I think he has feelings for you.

-He's a player. I say it again, -I run the brush over my face.

-Then make him not a player, -Reich.

-I'll teach the other girls TO and I'll just rub my hands together when I see players dying, -I smile triumphantly.

They both roll their eyes.

-Or you'll fall in love with a player while you're still learning, -Jaxon.

-I agree with the dick lover, -Reichelle puts my phone next to me.

I look at this, and it's a message from Horan.

Niall Horan: Are you mad at me?

I take a deep breath and write him back.

Grace Combs: I'm not. Stop texting me.

-I'm not breaking the rules, -I mutter and continue working.

-Okay. You'll fix him - warn me. Maybe he'll be the first one, -Jaxon mysteriously closes his eyes.

-Niall's not gay, you idiot, -Reichelle laughs after her - me.

We ran into the grocery store because we were caught in the rain. Jaxon grabs the stroller and I get in it.

-Lots of alcohol, lots of it, we're gonna need it,

-Reichelle, head to the liquor section.

-What can I say? I'm gonna get drunk,

-Jaxon -and fuck someone in the bathroom.

-Then I'll be a very happy person that my friend of ten years found someone to fuck with.

-Oh, bitch. You don't know anything.

-Excuse me? -I turn to him -Did I miss something?

The carriage stops at the alcohol section.

-He was so sad when you left us that he had sex with a schoolboy, -Reichelle puts alcohol bottles in the carriage.

-Your first time! -I clap -We have something to celebrate.

I grab three bottles of alcohol in my arms and they decide to take a picture of me. But as a reminder. The alcohol makes the carriage even heavier, so I decide to get out of it. I run to another of my favorite sections. Sweets. I do a happy dance (it's more like a fake ballet) and give Jackson my phone so he can take a picture of me so I can post the picture on Snapchat.  I also add new friends.

With a few bags we enter our traditional place. The fire is already burning, there are already quite a few people and loud music can be heard, even in New York. Probably.

-Grace!

A large group of people, shouted. I laugh and bow a few times.

-Was it so bad there that you came back? -a former classmate hugs me by the shoulders.

-You know that you are irreplaceable to me, -I wink and laugh with everyone.

-What a liar, -Jaxon.

Some guy hands me a red cup with liquid.

-You're not trying to get rid of me, yeah? -I squint and smell the liquid. I shake it off, because there really is alcohol in it.

-You're immortal, he winks.

I raise the cup and everyone smashes it with me.

After a few cups of alcohol and a few dances with unfamiliar guys, I decided to find friends. It will be difficult. There are many more people here than when we arrived.

I say hello to a few girls and see Jackson and his boyfriend by the seashore. Maybe I won't bother. I look around and sigh, as it's hopeless to find Reichelle.

-Grace?

I hear a girl's voice near me. I turn to her and she approaches me with a smile.

-It's good to see you here, -she laughs. Oh...and a former classmate again.

-Don't be happy. I'm just here to visit friends, -I shrug.

-Oh...you're a very good friend, you know? I wouldn't forgive them for that, but you're different from me.

-I laugh.

-What should I forgive them for?

Her smile disappears and she stutters a few times.

-I have to go, -she fakes a giggle and turns to leave.

Something's wrong. I grab her hand and she stops.

-Tell me. Now.

-They didn't speak very well of you when you left.

-Is this a joke? -I laugh nervously.

-I don't want to tell you. I'm sorry I said it.

-No, no. If you started it, finish it. What were they talking about?

She sighs and sends me some video on her phone. There's a party going on in this video. Soon, a large crowd of people appears, and in the middle of it, Jaxon and Reichelle.

-We pretended to be her friends because we felt sorry for her. Ahhh... Styles played with her feelings, -Raichelle wipes away "fake" tears -The girl fell in love. Come on. Do you guys like such little mice?

Tears cloud my eyes and I try to suppress my tears.

-Jaxon, you're my best friend, -Jaxon tried to echo my voice -I will always love you. She already made me sick. For freedom!

Everyone laughed and filmed. What did I do? What did I do to them? All the years of our friendship, they deceived me. Why didn't they tell me the truth? I thought they were my friends. I was so happy to have such wonderful friends, but it turns out they are fake. I'm angry with my mother for nothing. They killed my last trust in people. They broke my heart even more.