Dark Room

chapter 1

 "Look."

"I'll watch all the time." I interrupt Ian with raised eyebrows. "Well, now. Did I count correctly you've had a relationship with Patricia Gamber from my physics class for the fifth time, right?"

He frowns, apparently seeming to reconsider himself before answering. "For the fifth time, crazy, right? "

Shrugging, I stirre with my mini wooden umbrella in my cocktail. "Quite on - off right?

He grins. "Maybe." He nods in agreement. "Actually, that was the point of my talk, but I really want to tell you I have just started another relationship with Zia."

"The ones with the short black hair and the fondness for denim skirts?"

Instead of answering, he greets wildly one of his buddies who just arrives in the party room. This guy is in the exactly same clique like the boy who sit in front. The group of the most worshipful types in this city. The clique instead of player, badboys and criminals. If I was right, it is Adam, who smiles and mouths a silent Hey, but he also looks at me confused for a moment.

As Ian can avert his eyes again from the enviable long legs of a girl, he looks back to me. "Exactly. Exactly."

I take another sip unimpressed. "Oh... right." 

So I still cannot understand why Ian suddenly means to enumerate all relationships in detail. To me. After all, he hardly never talked to me at school. Not because I am a nerd, but... because a nerd is my best friend. And, as you know, that kind of thing isn't good for me. But for him probably at this moment my image does not count. I strongly tip the reasons is I am alone here without Olivia. And my cousin had chosen an extra short dark blue dress for this evening.

"Look - "

"Stop with look, you've probably already said it over five times, right now you can hold small talk on my cocktail glass alone." I say slowly annoyed.

He raises his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I understand... soooo". He drink something from his bottle again. "This Zia is also here today, did you already see her?"

I suck briefly on an ice cube and enjoy the cold, which cooled me from the inside again, because in this huge party room it is really stuffy and hot. "No, I have not seen her yet." I bellow against the loud even worse bass of the music.

Ian pushs a lower lip in frustration. "Oh, shit. That sucks."

Bored, I looks over the crowd. "Do you know what's going to fuck even more?"

"Nooo?" Slightly dizzy, he arches his eyebrows.

"Oh really?"I point my chin to the vodka bottle, which had already been drunk half empty by him for sure. "If you drink more, then you can not remember anything tomorrow." Incidentally, that's just the way it would be for me. Surprised, however, I watch as he readily pushs the bottle away from him.

"And that would be a pity, because we're going to play in a few moments? "

"Play?" I ask, blinking.

"Play," he confirmes.

Slightly incredulous, I rest my head on my palm. "What are we playing for, spin the bottle or what?"

"Nooooo, something much better."

Jerkily I turn my head to Leandro, another member of the heartbreaker clique, who casually leans against our bar table. He runs his hand demonstratively through his chestnut hair and startes talking again. "We want to play Dark Room."