the next saturday was different. and not because i finally was able to articulate the words that were still screaming in the most restless way and itching at my skin to the people i admired the most. it was because the music at the house was roaring and was beginning to mutilate my train of thoughts. or perhaps it could have been the liquid still bubbling in my cup. the teenagers that filled this home were all identical.
intoxicated, horny, or demanding to not perceive feelings or recall anything that would happen tonight.
and maybe i was all of them because of the images that played in front of me. Rosemary in the corner bellowing the lyrics to Mr. Brightside and Calum's lips attached to the girl's neck who had a simper designed to fit perfectly to her face. each individual had a story that i felt i could anticipate in every one of these fucking parties.
except one.
the person with ebony strands of hair who ended with waves to her ears and pale skin that was kissed with the freckles all along her body. she has been staring the whole night.
and i don't know whether to feel fraught from her actions or somewhat intrigued by it. it was until she interrupted the dispute within my own mind that i realized i have been doing the same thing for the whole night. "i don't know if you're planning to murder me or if you're trying to start a staring contest but i dig it."
i knew who Quinn was ever since primary school. yet i never fathomed how exasperating her voice was. "ditto." I reply back and she smiles with a nod. she then crosses her arms over the olive top that revealed the physique of her chest.
"a man of few words. i like it even more Michael ." at least she knew of my name. it reminded of the way Rosie did too once ago. I still managed to chuckle at her phrases and that she became content by the look of her facial features. "no but really what's with the frown?" I shrug this time not even giving her an explanation since a frown seemed to be seamed to my face permanently.
"well that's bullshit." she said with a sip of whatever was in her cup.
"Quinn you really want to know what's wrong?" I question and she gestures a yes by nodding. "I want you to leave me alone."
"ouch, that hurt." she says clutching the place where her heart is laid under her pale skin. I laugh. "I was just worried Mike, you know? Ever since you and that pretty girl over there stopped talking you seem a little more shitty." I almost choked on the alcohol I was about to take a swig on the from the words that possessed her lips for me to hear.
"how do you know about that?"
"I like to say i'm very observant." she exasperates before smiling once more.
"or you're a stalker." I suggest making her roll her mahogany eyes that were gazing at me.
"I mean as long you don't tell anyone I won't deny it." i shake my head at her snarky remark and that's when her fingertips were laid on top of mine and i look down to see black nail polish chipped just like when i met rosie. her hands were bony and frigid. yet, they still caused a fire to ignite on my skin. but it was nothing similar to the girl who was still stitched in my train of thoughts with such a torture. "I know Rosemary, Michael." she whispers as she's closer to my ear. it causes the goosebumps she use to give me to kiss up and down my arm.
"what do you mean? like you were her friend?" she chuckled but it was a sorrowful laugh that was mixed with a vexatious stare which was now present on her face.
"i guess you could say that." she pauses, "but i know how much she hurts people. she did that same thing to me. that's just Rosemary." she elucidates and i'm drawn to every syllable that falls from her lips.
