10 Years.

Not going to be treated like trash.

I turned for facing the voice .
" Hey, you're the handsome bastard!" I laughed
He rolled his eyes with a smile.
" Actually my name is Paul."
" The quantity of Paul guys in this party is scary." I said while taking another glass of water.
" Actually there is another one. Rotten's friend and a drummer." He pointed out, passing his hand through his blonde hair
" Great..."
The conversation stopped a moment.
He grabbed a beer and lightened up a spliff.
" Actually you guys are all..enjoying your daddy's cash?"
" Are you kidding? Brixton's ghettos representing. And not the only one there." He said proudly
" Ghetto? What's a pretty face like yours doing in a Ghetto?"
" Oh, just making it more livable and lighting it a bit and stuffs like that you know." He smirked
I sincerely laughed at his joke.
" This Weller guy is the modern Gatsby of our punky generation right." He added
We continued talking about random things, music, politics, art until I saw Joe coming out of a room,apparently searching for me.
I waved to him and did a menacing sign, passing my thumb through my neck.
" You're an idiot and a cunt. I'm going to kill ya."
" Who are you talking with?" Paul laughed while turning.
" The traitor coming in our direction."
He stood right there with a visibly shameful smile.
" Oh Hello Joe! " I said with a fake smile " What an awesome party right? We both enjoyed it together right? Dragging me there and staying with me all the time was a super idea right ?!"
I was really really angry now, and I had to use all my self control to not punch him in the face.

I think Paul noticed it because he grabbed my arm softly.
I angrily moved my arm.
" I'm going home." I simply said before taking my way to the door.