On Love Potions and Charms (Slow Editing)

Chapter 1: Kick him where it hurts

*Chapter One*

[Edited]

(*‘-‘*) Annie's POV:

                I made my way towards the kitchen where my client was waiting for me. To go there, I have to go through the crowded living room that was starting to reek of sweat and liquor. I pinched my nose to avoid disgusting myself as I passed by the other people in the party. There were so many of them that I actually have to squeeze my way through.

                The party was jam-packed! Maybe it was for the reason that the owner of this house is Eren Knicks, the most awesome party host in our batch and at the same time, the person that I have to match with my client.

                The sound system was blasting out the song ‘Hung up’ by Hot Chelle Rae and I saw some guys trying to sing along. Trying. I’ll use that term. They can’t really ‘sing’ properly anymore. The jumbled and sluggish set of words that they keep on speaking out is enough proof that they are already far too drunk or far too sick. And I don’t mean nauseatingly sick.

          The living room was filled with immature high school students that seemed to be high already. Excluding me, of course. I’m not quite sure though because some of them just pretends to be drunk and all. I don’t know why they do that either. Wow, there are a lot of things that I don’t know yet.

          Red plastic cups and junk food wrappers were piling up on the floor. No one seemed interested and actually stable enough to pick them up and throw them away in a trash bin. I just shrugged and continued on with my way. My client was waiting for me for a long time already and I don’t want to trouble her any longer, the thought ran past my mind as I walked briskly down the path towards the kitchen.

                Because of the crowd, the place was starting to heat up. I was wearing pants tonight so it’s easy and quick for me to feel the warmth coming in. My pastel camise top was already sticking to my skin because of sweat and I didn’t like it one bit. I pulled the shoulder part of my top up but realized that it would not do any good at all so I let the damp cloth slip between my fingers. My body trembled from the discomfort. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand as I entered the kitchen area.

               My favorite part of a house is the kitchen. It acts as the supplier of food and sweets to us. I love the scent of pancakes in the morning and the aura of comfort that it emits.

                Now, Eren’s kitchen is another thing. The cupboards were open and boxes of cereals were falling down from it. The dishwashing liquid from the faucet was spilled on the floor. Whoever did this must be so nice to let other people slip and fall in this slimy terror. For short, the whole kitchen was a mess! I actually had to fight the urge of cleaning the place. Sweet lemons!

             I looked around, doing my best to ignore the untidy place. When I turned my head to the left, I spotted my client leaning on the counter obviously waiting for me. I walked slowly and carefully hoping I won’t slip from the dishwashing liquid on the floor. Man, Eren has a lot of clean up to do after this. His parents will be so mad at him if they find out about this chaos. But, nah, his folks are not usually at home anyways so I guess he’s safe for the time being.

          My client must have spotted me since I saw her wave and began walking towards my direction. Now, this client of mine is not just any client. Her name is Nicole Heather, my seatmate in English class and my partner in our chemistry project.

                I consider her very important since we’ve been together way back since freshmen year. She was the first person who ever talked to me during the first day of class. We got familiar with one another but not really close. We had too many differences and that caused us to not end up as best friends. We got separated when we reached the next semester since she started hanging out with other girls who shared the same interests with her. I don’t mind at all since it was during that same semester that I met Quest. I wouldn’t want it any other way.