The Angel with Horns |

Prologue

Promises.

They were apparently meant to be kept. Apparently meant to help you trust one another. To help build your relationship. And for them to be fulfilled. I didn't care because I don't give a shit to promises and the load of bullshit alike. All I had to focus on was to survive and keep at it. Keep staying as the most beautiful girl and to keep chasing away the other losers who think they've got the guts to kick me down. Guts my ass. You think your little bit of tipsiness gives you the right to insult me? Well, think again. Because I will flush you down the toilet.

And that's exactly what I do. Her ginger mess of fur ball dipped in the bowl was kind of funny, intriguing in fact. Her messy hair was now dripping without a stop, her face flushed in red with her eyeliner melting down her face. It was an amusing sight to see. It wasn't pleasant but amusing. Her uptight aura was now all gone. She was a low-key. Always out of radar but it was a big mistake for her to come to Jackson's party. She should've known how to act and not to get too drunk and to come near me of all people. Her subtle actions did not go unnoticed. The flow of awful words from her lips made me want to rip her head off, but I knew it was not worth it. So I gave her a taste of affection. A taste of death equal alike. Drowning feels good, so I know she'll thank me very soon.

"Hey, Ava. Let's go. I think that's enough." Lyra touches my forearm and jolts me away from the disturbing girl. "Jackson's calling you to his room."

My head turned in reflex to her words "I'm over with that loser. Tell him to get lost."

"What?" Her puzzled eyes searched for mine but I turned to Ginger.

"You had better stay out of sight, Ginger." Not waiting for a measly reply, I strutted my way out of the luxury bathroom. Another bright corridor greeted me as I pushed past the bathroom door.

To say that Jackson was spoiled is an understatement. He was the only son, the only child in the Walter family and whatever he wanted, he got. Boys like him think they own the world so I was not going to waste my time on some spoiled asshole. It's only been literally two days since Jackson asked me out. I thought the way he came to me was cute so I accepted. Not to judge a book by its cover. Why didn't I think of that? That asshole was too busy doing another girl in just an hour. If he's asked me out and is asking me to his room right now, after what he did there just a few minutes ago, then he must be a total joker. Trying to play me is one thing, but to call me to the room where he did the deed, that is over and against the line of morality. Not that I have morals or anything but the guy should at least have a brain. Like I said, promises were something I couldn't give a shit about, especially after experiencing the same crappy feelings over and over like this.

A few turns and open of doors, I was inside the lounge where a low beat song was overtaking everyone's minds. Most of them were lying on the ground but some were still sober with twinkling eyes as they roamed each other over and over. My eyes soon landed on a pair of blue. Ugh, another asshole. As soon as he recognised me, he strides over to enclose me between a couple and the wall and of course his arm.

"Hey, baby." His awful alcohol aroma drifts from his mouth and hits me right in my nose. I hate it.

"Law. What brings you here?" I smiled as I step closer to him whispering.

"I was totally out of it but Jackson drove me here instead of home. Guess I had no choice but to meet my ex here of all places. And not to mention that you're now my best mate's girlfriend." His bitter words were loud and clear. He didn't like it when I talked with other guys when we were going out but boo hoo I guess he's kind of mad that I'm dating his mate now.

"I know, it's quite funny, isn't it?"

His face contorts into one that has lost its smile and spark. He grumbles something under his breath and drops down. Literally. Idiot. Why drink till you drop? The last I did that, what a nightmare I had to suffer. I momentarily shiver before stepping past his body and grabbed my leather jacket which was on the small sofa near the front door. I hope nobody stole my wallet, but sadly enough, it's gone. Now how am I supposed to get home! Lyra drove me here but by the looks of her hand holding a red plastic cup earlier, I decided against asking her to drive. Guess I'll have to walk it.

Before I can even step out of the door, someone slams into me. Now which asshole is it? As I look up, I see that it's none other than the guy from my chem class. His hair was so messy, I kind of mistook him for a homeless guy before realizing that he was wearing clean clothes and looked sober than the others.

"Did you get kissed up or something?" I ask before he apologizes.

"What?" He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion.

"Your hair, its a jungle." I raise my hand and bring it up to his dark hair to neaten up a little, but my efforts were failing in vain since they kept getting messy at every move. "Wow. Its a never ending jungle, that's what."

"I just had a shower, that's why it's like this..." He pauses as the silence takes over us then he steps past me, ready to go into a room, but I needed a ride and he looked sober. So why not? I grabbed onto his arm and he looked up with his confused face again.

"I need a ride, can you give me a lift if you got one?" I ask with a flirtatious smile but I'm sure it won't work since it's so darn darkly lit up with dim lights. Not so surprisingly, he nods then leans in closer to me as the music sound now gets louder.

"I'll be back in a few moments. Just wait here." He suggests before heading into the door he was going to enter.