Enthral Azure

Chapter 8

When we reach Amanda’s street toward her house party, the road is packed with cars and people. As jenny drives closer toward her house, I could hear the faint rhythm of music. I suddenly feel nauseous; I regret ever thinking of going. Lisa squeals in excitement, I make a nervous sound deep in my throat. I shouldn’t have come here. “Guys… you better stay with me the whole night, please don’t go off to your boyfriends.” I plead to Jenny and Lisa.

Lisa scoffs, “If you don’t dance, I’m leaving you by yourself.” Lisa knows im not a big fan of dancing. I have the tendency to get slightly shy.

Jenny laughs, “Oh, of course. You gotta’ dance with us, Luce. Have some fun, drink – you never do this, like ever, you’re always in your room reading books.” I glare at her as we reach Amanda’s house. Jenny finds a close parking spot, so we don’t have to walk so far in our heels and dresses.

Amanda’s house is huge. People are surrounded in front of her house, beer bottles strewn on the lawn and the house is beating with music. Her house is a modern-day two storey Chalet home, and it’s on an enormous land hill. Her house would look amazing on winter. I get out of the car, and constantly pulling the hem of my dress down. Modest, I know. Jenny, Lisa and I walk up the steps onto the porch, avoiding the stumbling drunk kids from our school. Already drunk? Wow, I wonder where her parents are.

My heart is racing so fast as we walk into her house. I’m greeted with an opulent foyer, with a golden staircase, gleaming wood floors covered in loving throw rugs. The house was dark, and the music was louder than the beat of my heart. It was hot, and the house was crowded with school pupils. The smell of booze and food clogged my nose as we walked into the house, exploring the high-end furniture. “This house is like a maze.” I said to the girls, which were wrinkling their noses. I doubt they could hear me because of the rambunctious people and music.

I turn around to look at the girls who are not standing where they were a second ago. I catch a running Lisa who bear hugs Andrew. I watch Lisa hold his hand and drag him up the stairs. Great, ‘party sex’. I don’t know where jenny is, but she obviously is looking for Matt. I sigh with frustration. Sweaty people are bumping into me. My face is hot with sweat, it’s so hot in here, and it’s like a freaking sauna. The ear-piercing music is drumming into my ears. I have to get out of here. I need peace and quiet, and im not going to get it here.

I half walk-jog into the hallway which is less crowded and quiet. My breathing slows down as I lean on the cold smooth wall. I shouldn’t have come. Damn. Just as I was beginning to relax, a couple comes out of one of the doors in the hallway, drunk as hell. And they’re making out. The guy is topless with his underwear on, and the girl is wearing a bra and panties. Okay, im getting out of here.

I walk into the kitchen, thirsty as hell. I see a senior guy who goes to my school – and is heaps cute, with black hair and brown eyes. He’s putting some drinks for people. My throat seems like it’s been scraped raw, and I can’t seem to swallow. It hurts. I go up to him, “Do you have any water?” I ask him desperately, panting. He looks at me with – approval? Eyeing me down slowly until he reaches my eyes. He smiles.

“Sure,” He says kindly, pouring a clear liquid – which I assume is water – into a cup. “Here, you go. Water.” He hands me the red cup.

I sigh thankfully, “Thank you,” and bring the cup to my lips. I swallow half the cup and swallow. My throat is blistering; my eyes begin to well with hot tears. I choke. My throat is burning an intense sensation. The guy in front of me smirks. “What is this?” I demand – well, I try – it comes out a croak.

“Vodka! Drink up, cutie.” He hands me another red cup filled with vodka. I take the cup and throw it in his face.

“Drink this.” I say through gritted teeth. “Cutie.” And walk away, stomping my feet. Oh, boy, am I angry. Who does he think he is? I don’t drink! My mind swims with thoughts, and im wandering through the crowded bodies of people dancing. I feel myself swaying, sweat trickling down my temple. My feet are burning. Damn, these heels.