How to Kill The Potential Prom Queen (gxg)

10: Lamest Party Ever

It was Dr King's 35th birthday and everyone in the workforce was invited. A party was held at the beach. Layla and I sat on a beach chair next to each other. She was in an all-black one-piece while I was wearing a shirt and beach shorts. There literally was no sun that day. I don't know why nearly everyone was wearing a bikini. The day was cloudy and I thought it was going to rain.

Dr. King demanded that everyone attend his lame party on a Sunday. If he weren't one of the owners of the institute, no one would go. He was a boring, attention-seeking, childish, old piece of crap. All the women in the institute did not adore him.

"He is creepy."

"He asked my sister out on a date. She's 17."

"He told me he wanted to rape one particular girl.

"He said he had gone perv on a woman, peeping through holes."

"He attempted to touch my breasts."

"Dr. King once told me that he'd want to lick his own penis if only he could."

"He kept texting me weird shit at night. Some weird ass poetry of a man and a woman fornicating under the heat of the sun."

And mine would be, "He told me Jenna Hugh got rid of a lazy lesbian and attempted to bury his oily face to mine."

But Jenna's would be, "He is in love with me. I like the way he does his hair. It is so old school. Classic."

"No Jenna! You need to shut up! Dr King is manipulating you dumb ass," I thought. "Even if you and your entire family are douchebags, I somehow care about you. Ugh!"

Kidding. I did not.

Jenna and I hadn't talked yet. I kept looking for her at the beach, but she was nowhere to be seen. I hadn't seen Jordan as well. Perhaps people were starting to realize the monotony of that party.

White was the sand. Cloudy was the sky. Cold was the drink. Okay, I should stop talking like this.

Alright, the location: white sand, super fine too. The water was so freaking turquoise. I liked that. Once I dipped my feet into the water, I saw tiny fishes kissing my toes. It was ticklish. I looked over my shoulder and called Layla to swim with me, but she shook her head. She was on her period. She looked hot in her one-piece, though. I didn't want to look more. I didn't want to sin.

It was just so disappointing. Everyone said that the party was going to be boring, yes, it is true. It was boring. But nobody mentioned the gorgeous location. I only wore a shirt and my regular beach shorts. I would've loved to swim around and maybe get another kiss from my crush Layla. But she didn't seem in the mood to play in the water with me. No one did.

I decided to sit on that beach chair again and attempted to make a decent conversation with her. She was wearing those huge sunglasses even if there was no sun.

"Where's the sun?" I said.

"What?" she replied half-heartedly.

"The sun, where is it?" I repeated.

"Um, at the center of the solar system?" Layla replied, confused. "I'm sorry what are we talking about here?"

"It was supposed to be a playful joke," I said. "Never mind."

She then tied her ebony hair in a bun.

People were starting to arrive. Layla and I were one of the earliest. She always was early. Folks from botany department arrived in masses. Most of them wore green bikinis or green shorts. Nerds.