Double Star

20 : Nasty girl

POV Sarah : 

Sitting next to Luke in this vast space—despite the noisy crowd enjoying themselves at what could only be called a wild party, with deafening music, stripper girls dancing for cash, and liquor overflowing from every cup—I couldn't stop thinking about Jordan. The way he looked at me... like he wanted to kill me. Could he really do that? We'd been friends for over ten years, yet right now, he felt like a stranger.

I squeezed my hands, guilt rising in my chest. He lost because of me. Maybe I went too far choosing Luke over him. After all, Jordan was my best friend. Not Luke.
Well—he was.

Sensing my discomfort, Luke wrapped an arm around my waist. Everyone here was drunk except the two of us, and they were all staring at me like I didn't belong—as if I were some alien who just dropped in. Especially this bald, tattoo-covered bodybuilder who looked like Lincoln from Prison Break. He had a beer in one hand and a disturbing grin on his face as our eyes accidentally met, flashing his grilled teeth.
God, he's terrifying.
I wanted to check the time but stopped myself, too afraid of drawing attention—especially in a place like this. It had to be around 11 p.m., maybe midnight. My aunt was probably worried sick. I hadn't even warned her I'd be late.

I glanced around. Everyone seemed completely disconnected from reality—smoking, drinking nonstop, girls grinding on random guys and kissing them like animals. Just like Emily, who was now sitting on the lap of some tall Black guy, making out with him for what felt like forever.

Then it hit me... everyone here had tattoos all over their bodies.
Everyone except Luke and... Jordan.

Since we arrived, Luke hadn't smoked or taken a single sip of alcohol. Maybe he just didn't like that stuff.
Just like Jordan.
Luke and Jordan were so different from the rest of these people.

I sighed, guilt crawling up again. Maybe I should go ask Jordan for forgiveness.

Suddenly, someone plopped down loudly beside me. I turned my head—and instantly regretted it.

"What do you want, Londi?" I muttered, rolling my eyes. I already knew she was here to provoke me.

"I'm fucking cursing you right now, bitch. You know why?" she growled without even looking at me. She tilted the vodka bottle to her lips and drank.

"Why?" I asked, not that I cared. She was just looking for a fight. And I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of backing down.

"'Cause Luke and I were supposed to be having a great time together—like we always do. But because of you..."
She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to. The way she looked at me—cold, smug, disgusted—said it all.

"Well, sorry for canceling your plans," I snapped. I didn't know why it bothered me that she slept with Luke. We weren't together. He could have sex with whoever he wanted. I glanced at him lying on the ground, eyes closed, one arm under his head and the other still around my waist.
Different or not—he was, by far, the most handsome one here.

"You didn't cancel anything, honey. You only delayed our sex plans."
She took another swig, and something twisted in my stomach. I stiffened.
Why do her words sting?
They shouldn't. She's drunk and disgusting. And Luke... Luke can do whatever he wants.
I don't care.

"What is it, honey? You upset that Luke's gonna fuck someone more interesting than a stuck-up bitch like you?" she sneered, laughing cruelly. I rolled my eyes, wishing she'd just disappear from my life and do one good thing for once—leave me alone.

"I'm not how you're describing me," I whispered.

"Prove it."
She shoved the bottle toward me, that smug little smirk still plastered on her face. I shook my head.