Unidentified Identity (On hold)

Chapter Two

                                              Chapter Two

      

          "Woah.." Dan stood just outside the door with his mouth agape and let his eyes explore what a real party looked like.

     There are people everywhere, and I mean everywhere, and they were all holding red cups filled with sodas, some held bottles of beer. And the walls and carpets were stained with beer and sauce and- what is that? I don't even know what that is. The chatters and party music combined together and made a noise I've heard a few times before, during an occassion or event or something, but never in a party like this. Different colors of light streamed throughout the whole place, from where, I don't know exactly. Like...everywhere? It was as if this mansion had turned into a disco house.

     "This is insane!" Dan laughed. I smiled and imagined myself face to face again with Jillian.

     "Hey, weirdos!" A guy in the corner shouted to us and we snap our attentions to him. "You gonna stand out there the rest of the night?"

     "Uh...no. We're-we're coming in," I replied to him and stepped inside. I turn around to find Dan still standing out near the door, staring at everything.  "Dan," I  call to him. He doesn't come. I walked towards him and gave him a slight pat on his shoulder, "Dan. Come on, get inside and close the door." At this, he finally fixed his eyes on me and nodded his head then closed the door. Then he followed me to wherever we'd somehow end up on, because I have no idea where I'm going. We squished through the maze of persons, accidentally bumping into other people and either making them spill their drinks or disturb their conversation.

     "Hey," a familiar voice called behind us and we stop and turn ourselves around. Mike Millers. The biggest and meanest bully there is that ever existed. He runs the group of bullies in school and everyone hates him, and yes, that includes the other bullies in his group. He always bosses them around. Everyone just pretends to like him so that he won't put them in his list of people and things he wants to screw up. "Who invited you two idiots here?" He pushed his friend aside so he could get to us.

     "Oh, are you talking to us?" Dan puts a hand to his chest dramatically and looks around him. He always does this. Play smart with bullies and stuff. I don't know what else he gets by doing it besides more black eyes and aching guts. He just does it.

     "Well, are there any more bigger idiots than you two to get my attention?" Mike crosses his arms over his chest. People were now turning their heads to us. And before long, we were in a circle of cool kids, a few of them even drunk.

     "No, no one else. Of course, not including you," Dan says, and as quickly as he finished, a mixture of oohhs, murmurs, small gasps and chuckles rippled through the crowds and Mike grinned, flashing his white teeth. "Dan, stop," I tell him, and he replies with a hand to my face, "I can handle this," He says and steps forward to Mike, following Mike and crossing his arms as cooly as he could.

     Mike tilts his head, "You better watch your big mouth, tough guy. Or else someone here is gonna get a more bigger idiot than he already is."

     "Don't you mean yourself?" Dan says. Mike steps up with clenched fists, clearly not happy of what Dan just said.

     "Okay, stop," I get in between them and raise both my palms, then I turn to Mike, "We don't want any trouble, okay?"

     "The heck  we do," Dan interrupts. "Uh, no, no, we don't. Dan, trust me, you don't want to do this," I plead with him. Mike smirks and tells Dan, "Why don't you listen to the real einstein here, Caster? You don't want to make a dumb decision again, do you?"Mike took another step forward. He has always called his victims by their last names or by some ridiculous nickname he has made up for them. I guess he hasn't made one for Dan yet. But mine has always been "einstein" or some genius's name. After all, I was the top student of the whole batch.