Sciamachy

Chapter 9

Orion's pov

Music blared from each side of the house. How Savannah made this place like a club I had no idea. High school wannabe delinquents pooled out of the door and into either the living room or upstairs. I did a 360 around the room, everyone was too drunk or too sober to even act the slightest drunk. Everything was nauseating by the time I hit the couch.

Christian on the other hand, has made his way upstairs and suddenly became the ringleader. "Hey Orion, I'll see you later alright?" He screamed over the pounding music as he began to get lost in the crowd. Frantically I said, "Uh yeah, I'll just be over..." Christian had already gone to do whatever the hell people do at parties. "Here." I finished flatly.

Never have I ever stuck out like a sore thumb at things like this, because eventually a few girls here and there that got a little overwhelmed came over to speak to me, but only because they expected me to say encouraging words such as, "I'm sure that's not true" or "you can do whatever you put your mind to, even if you can't blow him properly", and shit like that.

Call me heartless but every girl was the same around here. The types of girls who acted tough but really weren't, the type of girls who were innocent; and only came along with their friends, and then the girls who were outgoing and courageous, falling in between the line of being popular or becoming popular. The ones who are the most likely to become douchebags. They never really fazed me at all. The only girl that ever crossed my mind until now was Ianthe.

Now she....She was perfect. With her I couldn't really fit her into, well, any of the girls that I've previously encountered. Some would think Ianthe was maybe weird or strange, because she was the type of person that was all around. Someone who was nice to you but didn't seem like the type of person who'd overcrowd you with annoying kindness. The type of person who'd you could just walk up to and say- "Hey!" An overly sweetened artificial cotton candied voice snapped me from my thoughts.

It was Savannah Adkins, with a red plastic cup and her hand and phone in the other, it looked like my thumb was gonna be a nub after I watched her snapchat story. "Oh umm... hey Savannah." I said through a pained smile. "Come with me." She said with a drunken smile. "Everybody important is upstairs, we're just missing one person.

I stared at her dumbfounded. What the hell is she doing to herself? If I ever wanted to be hooked up on heroin I think she'd be my splitting image. Tonight her eyeshadow was a washed out blood red instead of pink, making it look like her eyes were bleeding. But still, other than her screaming-children-raging-fire's eyes she was pretty. Of course everyone else thought that.

Savannah was the love child of Regina George and Jessica Lange from AHS. You just had to love her, otherwise you're head would end up on a plate being served to prestigious wannabes that suck up to her.

"Come on silly-" *hic* "Don't just stand there!" She swayed from side to side putting her hands over the top of her head. Once putting them back on she pulled her hand out towards me, still trying to lure me into the crowd.

"Sorry but I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh but, Orion Christian's upstairs." She said confused.

"Yeah I know." Nodding knowingly.

"Then who're you waiting for?" Savannah shot a flirtatious smile.

"My girlfriend," I finished flatly. Growing tired of her company. If there was so many people at this party, she could have had anyone. But she had to choose me. Savannah's smile dropped quicker than Drake Bell's career, but she covered it hastily replacing it with a grin. "Oh......well okay!" Okay? I've never heard of a girl like her giving up the opportunity to take something that wasn't hers. Or to give up something in general.

"But wait a minute!" She said exasperated. "I love this song!" While dancing like an expired stripper I wondered what game she was playing at. "But...there's no music." I said confused. Standing up from the couch I almost left, until her forceful hand pushed me back down as she positioned herself on my lap.

"There's no need for music when you can sing your own fucking song." Savannah grinned wickedly twirling the strands of my hair.

"In our heads though, mkay?"

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(Edit: honestly, truly, I'm just gonna keep this chapter even if it does make me wanna throw up into a sink. I don't know how to choreograph white activities so this is the closest thing to a house party y'all gonna get 😂😂😂.)

Okay sooooooo we find out that Queen S (never in a MILLION fucking years will she ever amount to Serena Vansderwoodsen) is a drunk shady hoe that touches things that don't belong to her.

Mind you I'm up crying my eyeballs out cause Zayn Malik is frickin hot.....

*uncomfortably coughs* okay umm, comment what makes you an unsufferable insomniac (like me!) so we can all talk and maybe like vote and comment on this story along the way.

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Laters baby.

(Edit: zayn Malik can SUCK A DICK. His ass sayin that police brutality has "nothing to do with him". Oh okay, but ain't you the same hoe that released a song on a soundtrack to a show made for BLACK PEOPLE AND THEIR STRUGGLES ALONG WITH OTHER POCS AS WELL? Ain't that some tea! And his behind tried to revamp Teddy Pendergrass's song. TEDDY PENDERGRASS. And while we on poc's I know his ass don't think he white, him and his ignorant girlfriend needa sit down before I take my black hands and sit them down myself. oh and Marc can suck a toe too, as well as any one of the models who were not black on that runway that day. Listen imma just make a rant book, cause I'm tired of these Caucasians turning into the gotdern rainbow alliance group when people of another culture call them out on they bullshit. Zayn can be cute all he want, but he ain't gettin none of this )