'You look beautiful in that white dress. Too bad your boyfriend is not here to feast his eyes!' The message on my phone read.
My head whipped up, and I looked around frantically. Sweat dripped my face even in the cold weather. He was here?
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A day and a half later, the party was planned. The four of us got ready and packed inside Michael's car. Sam and I sat on the backseat. Daniel sat in the front and Michael drove the car. This can't be happening. It's unbelieveable that I'm breaking the rules. More specifically rule no.1 No talking with guys, especially strangers; rule no.6 - no going out after the 6pm; rule no.15 - no parties, and infinite others which I don't even remember. What's the point anyway if you get treated the same, whether you follow it or not?
The car halted in front of a gate. Michael peeped out of his window and shouted, "Rick open the gate!" A stout guy in light blue uniform came running. He pressed a button inside his cabin and the gate opened in slow motion. He saluted as we drove passed him.
Bright red rose bushes lined either side of the long driveway. The car halted in front of the large white house. We got off the car and walked to the huge wooden door. Michael opened it. Loud music blasted from it. The beats pulsated through my body and synced with my heartbeat. People crowded the huge place. I didn't sign up for this. I clung onto Sam and closed my eyes.
We pushed our way through the dancing crowd in the dimly lit living room. Every now and then, the people glanced at Michael and came running to hug him. Finally we crossed the pool of people and reached the corner of the room.
"Wait here, I'll be back," said Michael.
The three of us stood with awkward silence.
"Since when do you know him?" Sam asked Daniel.
"Who?"
"Who else? Mike"
"Since the first time I met him." Daniel smirked.
"And that would be?"
"After you know him." He turned away.
"You think you're funny?" Sam narrowed her eyes.
"Nope. I'm dead serious."
"I thought we could startover since we'll have to spend a lot of time together, considering the fact that you'll be staying at my home. But looks like we'll be better off this way." She dragged me to the other corner near a counter. I glared at her.
"Look, I tried to be nice but I can't go all the way if he behaves this way."
"I didn't say anything." I shrugged.
The rotten smell of alcohol hit my nose. We stood next to a mini bar. The cabinet contained different colours of bottle. I gripped Sam's hand tighter. The girl standing behind the counter smiled at us.
"What would you like to have?"
"Sam, please let's get out of here." I whispered and leaned on her shoulder. Michael grasped my hand. "You can't escape now, can you?"
