"Party people, ready to get fucked up?" I shouted.
Cheers met my screams and a flurry of red filled up my living room as people lifted their glasses. Parties were rare for me to throw, but when I did, they were epic. I only threw parties with themes and since Christmas was so near, there was no way I could miss the opportunity to throw a Christmas party. Christmas themed costumes, like snowman or elves, filled the room and remixes of classic Christmas songs played in the background. My tight Santa-themed dress stuck to my body and black short heels represented his boots.
"Have a hell of a time, okay? But if you break anything or spill on the couches, my mother's gonna kick my ass, so don't," I laughed but there was a metallic tone in my voice.
The room laughed along with me, but I doubt anyone knew how deadly serious I was. People resumed their party routines and before I could even exhale, I saw a couple making their way upstairs. I groaned and followed them up the stairs and into the room they entered.
"Get the hell out," I yelled and pointed to the door.
The guy grumbled and pulled up his jeans before he exited the room. The other guy sighed and put his shirt back on before he walked past me to exit.
"Why does this always happen to us?" he whined under his breath.
I scoffed and followed him out and back into the disarray of people downstairs. Bodies were pressed uncomfortably close to one another as I watched people grind up against one another. Couples were less touchy, surprisingly, compared to the single people and I watched as some intertwined hands and swayed to the music. Although I was half-disgusted, there was a pulling on my heart strings that made my chest hurt. I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I rested my back against the wall, while my eyes scanned the room. Nothing that was going on interested me and so I averted my eyes to my cup. I swirled the coca-cola inside around before I took a long sip.
As I looked around the room again, I realized something that broke the remaining parts of my heart. Because even though I was surrounded by at least fifty people, I was utterly alone. I may have been popular, but I didn't have any friends. I took another shaky breath before I calmly walked over to the drink table. I grabbed a beer can, opened it, and downed it. Once I was done, I grabbed another and switched my empty can with a full can. Because to me, it was better to feel nothing than to feel anything at all.
