Blessed By The Moon

Chapter 18

IMPORTANT ! 

Author's note :  After the Lost Memories chapter we'll get back to the original time line.

Lost Memories part 2

Skye's- No, May's pov :

Five hours into Jordan's birthday party.

Laughter filled the air, floating on waves of loud music and the scent of fresh cake. We were only five hours into Jordan's birthday party, but it felt like it had been going on forever in the best way possible. 

We'd gone through every party game we could think of, Truth or Dare, I Spy, even a rowdy game of Never Have I Ever. The whole place buzzed with excitement, an endless rotation of dance-offs, snacks, and spontaneous sing-alongs.

Jordan was at the center of it all, grinning ear to ear as everyone sang him "Happy Birthday." He loves the attention.

We piled our plates high with cake and cheered him on as he blew out the candles. I couldn't remember the last time we'd all had so much fun. It was a perfect night, and I could almost forget the weight of the real world outside these walls.

But then the crowd swelled, and the energy shifted. The whole high school seemed to pour in, people I barely recognized, strangers from different grades, faces I'd only ever seen in passing. It was still fun, but now there was something chaotic in the air, a restless excitement simmering under the surface.

I laughed it off, dancing with friends and sneaking bites of cake between songs. The punch was sweet and tangy, and I didn't realize until I'd downed half a cup that it was laced with something potent. My head spun a little, and my laughter came out just a touch louder, but I brushed it off.

Somewhere along the way, Jordan was dancing with some classmates, and by the time I asked around, the last anyone saw him,  he was sneaking off with a girl to a room. But I tried not to let it bother me. 

After all, he was allowed to have fun, too.. even though taking a girl to a room, in my own house, during the party I threw for him, was a little disrespectful.

Then things got hazy. People started pushing the limits, more drinks, louder music, couples slipping into dark corners. When I saw innocent Katie locking lips with someone she barely knew, it struck me just how out of control everything had become. This party had somehow twisted, slipping from innocent fun to an all-out, anything-goes frenzy.

The buzz from the punch had worn off, but I felt something else, something darker. I stumbled toward the bathroom, nausea rising like a wave. I barely made it to the sink before everything came back up, my stomach churning with a bitterness that felt far too intense for a few sips of punch. 

This wasn't normal. Something was off, and a chill ran down my spine.

As I straightened up, trying to pull myself together, I tripped when a pair of arms slipped around me, steadying me before I could fall.

"Whoa, there, sweetie," a girlish voice said, a little too sweet. "Let's get you cleaned up."

She helped me sit down and crouched next to me, a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Looks like you partied a little too hard," she chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You look like me after my first bottle of whiskey."

I managed a small laugh, studying her out of the corner of my eye. There was something about her that made me uneasy. She didn't look like she belonged here; her face was unfamiliar, and her scent was just... off.

"Could you get me some water?" I asked, the words almost stumbling out of my mouth.

She flashed a grin and darted off, returning with a cup of water and a few cookies. I took a sip, though my stomach twisted in protest. She watched me closely as I ate, and I couldn't shake the feeling that her eyes were just a little too calculating, her smile a little too forced.