Amnesiac

Eighth

The party was ultimately wicked.

There were heck loads of liquors that were sitting on the table and are waiting for someone to grab them and finish them off. The music was blasting; bodies swaying over to the sound everywhere. I would be lying if I would say that this party is conservative because heck. No parties are allowed to be conservative.

I push through the sweaty bodies that were dancing through the loud song by Arctic Monkeys and tried to look for Liz who left me once we stepped in the front porch of the beach house. She really didn't deny the truth that she was way excited for this party. If it was because I am here with her or if she really is just excited for the party, I don't know.

"Just throw the damn ball!"

Although the loud beat and sound of the song blaring around the place, my best friend was still loud enough to outstand it.

I guess she was really serious when she said that she won't waste the good stack of vodka in here. My best friend, LizHadley, was there playing beer pong as she left me in this beach house. I wonder if she really is just pulsed because of the party or if she wants to get rid of me.

Unlucky for her that people can't get rid of me that easily. If you know what I mean.

"There you are!" Liz exclaimed once she sees me but not after she downs a cup of god knows what kind of liquor. "C'mere let's play some beer pong." She says.

"You freaking assigned me to stay sober for the night." I pinpoint.

"Yeah, I am aware of that," she says. She was surprisingly talking straight and not slurring. That just confirms that she is not a lightweight. She must be Irish or something. "I just invited you to play with us, not drink with us."

"Point taken."

Liz gives me the tiny ping pong ball that she's been using for the beer pong game that they're playing. How I knew that this is a beer pong match while I am in a middle of amnesia, I don't know.

I aimed at the solo cups that were aligned in the opposite side of the table and threw the ball. Thankful that I got my coordination back, Liz and I screamed happily when the ball landed in a cup, spluttering some of the dark brown liquor that was in there.

Over the next couple of hours, Liz ended up winning the beer pong matches. Yes, matches. We've been playing for the past hours. Thankfully, she declares that she had enough of alcohol and she would stick with juice for the meantime, although I hardly believe in that statement coming from her. Liz was someone that doesn't seem to have the capability to avoid her addiction towards drinking. And I have confirmed that theory because of the duration of our stay in this party and with the number of solo cups she downed.

"I'll be by the isolated part of the house," I excused myself from Liz and from Hunter. She kind of pulled the man to the corner and started playing tonsil hockey with him, and making me their damn third wheel.

I found a spot that wasn't as crowded like most of the house's parts were. It took me a good minute to think of a good reason of why the owner of this house decided to build up a pool when there is the beach itself in their backyard. I decided that maybe they must be afraid that there'll be sharks roaming around, so a pool is way more desirable.

Removing my biker boots, I rested them on the stone patch that designed as the path towards the pool. No one was in the area; no one was even near the place. Maybe they were all into the noisy background song downstairs and neglect the idea of the peacefulness that is present at this rooftop. Well, at least I have the pool by myself. I could not complain on that one.

I sat at one corner by the pool, dipping my feet on the water. The cool liquid hugs my feet and the temperature of the water slightly eases me. As much as I enjoyed the night, I was exasperated. I don't know if I should believe Liz that I used to be a party animal before I got into an accident.

Just by the mention of the accident, my head pounds lightly. The same kaleidoscopic effect in my head occurs. I think I am remembering something. I think I can remember the feeling of being thrown away and having a slit on my head and having multiple gashes on my body as small shards of glass flew by me and cut a slice through my skin. I remember the pain as everything happens.

I think I am remembering the time when I got into an accident.

"Fuck," I cursed as the pain seemed to multiply by ten.

I balled my hands into fists as I gripped at the concrete I am sitting on. I have to pull everything together. This is not the right time for me to get this kind of feeling in my head. I have the feeling that I might end insane.

When my sight wasn't corrupted with black spots anymore and I got my breathing even again, I looked up and noticed that I wasn't alone. I swear that I almost jumped and got into the pool. I wasn't even sure if I knew how to swim.

"Oh my god," I breathed and put a hand on my chest as I tried to calm myself down and convince myself that I am facing a fellow human being and not someone that actually came from Mars or something. "You fucking scared me!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean on scaring you."

"Well you managed to." I snapped slightly. I wasn't really at the mood to talk because of the uneasiness I got when I almost remembered something about my past, which is a first.

"Again, I am sincerely sorry." He smiles.

I narrowed my eyes at him and took him in. Apart from Darren, this guy was good looking too. Well, let's be honest here, him and Darren were the only boys I have come associated with, so that will kind of make some sense. He rocked the brown curls amazingly and the gentle brown shade of his eyes was appealing as well. I exhaled lowly and looked away from him, setting my eyes at the water of the pool when I thought that the water seemed to be interesting.

"Fine, you're forgiven." I muttered.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks.

I shook my head. "I don't really mind having company, honestly."

"I see that you don't like the noise from downstairs?" he asked and I nod.

"You must have some sort of a good capability of reading someone's mood." I commented. "To answer your question, no, I was actually enjoying downstairs. But my best friend started to ignore me when she found someone to make out with."

"That's so unfortunate." He chuckles and I join him.

"Indeed, it is," I said.

"Would you like some juice?" he asks me and I blink at him. "I actually brought two cups with me in case one cup won't satisfy me. But since I am with someone, I think it would be good of me to offer the other to you." he explained.

"Why, thank you, you're so... uh..." I rack my mind for the proper compliment. "Generous."

He laughs as he hands me the other solo cup. "Thanks, I get that compliment a lot."

"Well you deserve it." I remarked.

He smiled at me and for the moment, I took the sincerity of his smile in. This guy was something. Aside from the good looks that he obviously has, he has this genuine personality in him that is a little hard to pinpoint.

"Were you okay? I saw you and you were like, almost in the verge of crying." He tells.

"Oh, I was just having some sort of a headache." I said. It was a half-lie, but part of it was true so it is no big deal to me. "I see that apart from being generous, you're a caring type too?" he nods with the question. "I am Andromeda. Nice to meet you...?"

I extend my hand to him and waited for him to shake it and introduce himself to me. He grabs my hand and instead of shaking it, he pulls it to his lips and he kisses my knuckles gently. "Karlos. My name's Karlos."