Utopian Flaw (LGBT)

Chapter 2: The Invitation

Chapter 2

The Invitation

“Hey! You're Andrew David, right?” came a voice from behind Andre.

Andre turned in his chair to see a girl about his age with very thick black hair that even though it was in a high ponytail, it still framed her hips. Her skin was evenly tanned and she had chocolate brown eyes. Her teeth were white and straight; her cheekbones high. She had many curves and a big chest. It was hard not to notice that when she was wearing skin tight clothes that showed off her arms and legs. In the words of a teenager, she was smoking hot.

“It's Andre Davis,” he corrected.

“Oh. Right. It's fancy seeing you here. We have gym class together.”

It took him a few seconds to remember who she was.

“Journey. Journey Bird.”

“Yep. That's me. I'm Native American. That's why I have such an odd name.”

“It's pretty.”

“Thank you!” She gave him a hug and clang to his neck.

Andre wasn't sure how to react. He rather she didn't hug him so intimately, but it seemed very rude to push her away. He wondered why she was suddenly talking to him. She had never even gave him so much as a glance before. Of course, Desiree's timing was spot on. She was back from the bathroom and stopped in front of the table to glare at Journey.

“And you are?” she asked skeptically.

Journey stopped her swinging and stared blankly at Desiree.

“Desiree, this is Journey. She's from my gym class. Journey, this is Desiree, my girlfriend,” Andre quickly explained, hoping he wasn't starting anything. Desiree had been known to jump the gun at unnecessary times.

Desiree plastered a big fake smile on her face before she proclaimed sarcastically, “How nice.”

Journey scoffed and flipped her hair with a glare before turning her attention back to Andre, all her earlier enthusiasm returning and explained in her stuck-up voice, “So Andre. One of my friends is having a party and she wanted me to invite you. You can bring as many guests as you want. The more, the merrier.” She went into her small prissy purse and handed him an invitation before she turned on her heel and flipped her hair again as she left.

“Bitch,” Desiree mumbled under her breath as she sat down across from him.

Andre looked at the invite. He knew the place that it was addressed to be held at. It was a giant house only a couple of blocks away from his. If he thought his was absurdly big, than this house was the lord of absurdity. It was about twice the size of his, if not more. The party's date was tomorrow and it said on it that it had an open bar and there were drugs for sale there. He sighed. He hated parties. He was about to rip it up when Desiree took it from his hands to read it.