Dark Room

chapter 2

Blinking, I let go of the collapsed mini-screen so that it is completely on the surface of drink sponge. "Let me guess." I made a break at this point. "The game was just invented by one of you again, in order to uninhibitedly approach innocent girls who do not even know who is raping them undercover?"

Leandro looked thoughtfully at me for a few seconds and smiled at me. "Why I've never noticed you before?"

I looked at him without understanding. "I beg you. What!?"

Clearing his throat, Ian intervened again. "Could also be because she always depends on this Henry. You know, this Ms super-smart Olive, the favourite of all the teachers and- "

"Hey," I interrupted indignantly. "That's why I don't prefer to go out with people like you, they're not as superficial as you two, and just for background information, her name is Olivia Henry, not Ms super-smart Olive or just Henry, is that so difficult to remember? " I hooked angrily now. "Especially Henry, is she a guy or something?" If someone said something negative to my friends, I did not like it. I...

... definitely will explode.

Even if I have to sit here in front of two of six popular types. I could not mess up my booth anymore anyway.

"Hot". Leandro leaned with an interested look on his forearm at the bar table. "You're really hot." 

My jaw dropped.

I would have expected him to get upset otherwise, as some of this clique were judged to be extremely aggressive. But Leandro did not seem to belong to that kind of. 

Very... good. For me.

Ian rolled his eyes in amusement. "Forget him."

"No," Leandro pushed a tequila bottle out of his field of vision, now dangerously close to the edge. "I do not want to forget anything." He reached out a hand, which I followed with irritation. Thoughtfully he looked between two fingertips pinched my hair strand.

Ian also squinted to this strand. "Excuse me, but what's that for a hair colour?"

Annoyed, I slowly withdrew my hair from Leandro's fingers. "A pretty normal blond, such a little bit more light, " I replied curtly, knowing myself that my natural hair colour was a bit different from the others.

"Very different," commented Leandro. "Are they so colored?"

"Uhm yes? I just said it?"

"Oh wow? Really?", Ian looked in astonishment. "Thought these platinum-blonde streaks were dyed."

I took another sip of my almost forgotten cocktail. "But they are not."

"What's your name?" Questioningly, Leandro starred at me. "I have often seen you so marginally, but I still do not know your name."

"I thought you never noticed me?"

Ian almost chuckled insanely at my answer, where upon he got a poisonous look from Leandro.

"Well," he corrected himself. "I meant in the sense of quick possible number, you know." He winked at me ambiguously.

I just take that as a compliment, not to have a status like Victoria Lewis on these players.

As far as I knew, she had had something with four of the six, which included Adam, Ace, Leandro, and Ian. In the sense of fast number. And only to get to the two most popular of the group in her bed, Adrian and Adrael. Although she has not made it yet. 

Honestly I don't know why.

Do the twins hate her?

Also I do.

"Well, then why do you want to know my name, would not it be important for your future, right?" I asked him directly.

Leandro chuckled. "In any case, I want ... "

I did not exactly hear the rest of his answer, because all of a sudden my attention was drawn to two entering persons, who in my eyes were the pure definition of self- confidence and arrogance. The ones that most girls would do anything for and why those who were staring at them with open mouths at the same time awed. The two people I never really assessed, because so much was said about them.

Adrian and Adrael.