The Game Without Rules

Chapter Three

People crowd in the large elegant estate of the Brownworths , a family friend of Anastasia's. They offered for her to host the birthday celebration. I stood with Kara who seems just as bored as me. Don't get me wrong Ana's party was big and glamorous as you would imagine it's just it was more of aristocratic than a teenage party. It was filled with upper class people and party there were barely anytime teenagers here. The ones who were here are the last people I want to cross paths with.
As I glance slightly to my side I see as Kara tries to cover a yawn and for the first time tonight I feel sorry that I dragged her here. My mask was slightly irritating my face but I could get through the night.

"Sorry I dragged you here. I know it's not exactly how you wanted to spend your weekend." I apologize looking through my mask over at Kara.
She chuckles as she tirelessly holds her mask up to her face.

"It's fine. Your my friend and I'm glad to be here with you. I rather be here bored with you than you being bored and a loner by yourself." She reassures me. "Plus your paying me."

Just as I smile at her comment a blonde haired boy walks over to us looking straight into Kara's eyes.

"Would you like to dance?" Her eyes nearly bulge out the sockets as she nods eagerly.

"Wait. I can't leave Evie here alone." She says just before she takes his hand.

"No. You go I'll be okay I was just going to the powder room anyway." I smile urging her to go and have fun.

She mouths a 'thank you' before she's off dancing with the mysterious bachelor.

Oh alone at last who would've thought

I need a drink. Fast.

After downing my third glass champagne I don't feel the buzz as much as I need to but I indeed find myself going to the bathroom. Honestly I am not very familiar with the Brownsworth estate so I find myself getting lost. My feet carry me down the marble hallway when I get a glimpse at a sight to see. The hallway was lined with beautiful paintings and portraits new and old. Modern and renaissance. I find myself starring in awe as my eyes are glued towards the contemporary piece.

Jackson Pollack.

It has to be his piece of art.

"An art fan I see."

Turning I see a guy around my age with a tall lean frame, his curly hair dangles a little bit from his face but not enough to bother him. His deep pink lips pull into a smirk. He seems handsome but I wouldn't know his mask is covering most of his face.

"I love it."

"I'm a pretty big art fan as well. What do you love about it?" He drags along.

He thinks I don't know anything about art. He thinks I'm kik the rest of the girls here.

I'll show him.

"I love the transformation of art." He scrunches his brows together and gestures for me to continue. "How 5 centuries ago people painted idols and what life was like then. Now it's so modern and about expression. Don't get me wrong I love it but I just feel bad for the future generations."

"Why?"

He nears towards me.

"Because, they won't be able to tell what daily life was like through art. I guess technology has taken care of that part though."

"A girl full of surprises."

"And a man full of mysteries."

My lips pull into a smirk as he shakes his head to himself.