Love, Anonymous

Chapter 8: Party Time?

Casey reached for the door and pushed it unlocked, as we entered a lot of deflated balloons on the floor, some popped because of the stumbling and drunk teenagers that were inside. Red and blue solo cups were scattered around the living room, botherlingly, someone almost caught me off balance but gladly I regained it. A little of them I knew, some I knew by face, and the rest I really did not have a clue at all. They must be really popular to enjoy these kind of parties and knew a lot of drink-lovers since these teenagers are so caught up on alcohol like their life depended on it.

"Hey where were you guys?!" Tristan came out of no where, obviously stoked on a bit of alcohol. 

"We were gettin' ready, sorry we took long, Tris," Casey said hugging her brother. Tristan took her hug and looked at me. I felt a bit of a blush coming in, "Hey look at you, you're looking cute." 

I blushed, "Thanks Tristan. You aren't so bad yourself," And with that he dragged me through the living room speaking as loud as he can, "May I please present you all, our Council Newbie, and also one of the people who has information on Anonymous, Annie Ball." The people around me cheered, and were surprised because they maybe are interested in Anonymous afterall.

After that introduction, everywhere I went in the place went from zero greetings to uncountable ones. "Hey Annie, how'd you like the party?" Brad said dancing his way to me. He took my hand and I started grooving as well, "Well, it's a lot to get used to, but it's pretty good." I laughed as he twirled me around. "I'm glad you are having a great time," he said starting to sing along to Justin Timberlake's rendition of Michael Jackson's song: Love Never felt So Good. 

"Hey you're a pretty good singer, Brad." he said. He chuckled, "Thanks, I'm sure you've got something in you too, c'mon," I started singing, and he stopped dancing with his face in shock. I shot a confused look at him and realized. 

He awkwardly parted some space from me and I was starting to get nervous. "What's up?" I asked. 

"Your voice...." Bradley started and sat on the floor patting on it for me sit too. "It sounds exactly like mmmhm-" I covered his mouth and I dragged him into a private place and removed it. "Sounds exactly like who?" I asked and I took a sit in front of him.

"Like Anonymous," Bradley said. "Is it a scary fact that I'm starting to think you know some things about Anonymous because I think you are Anonymous." 

I gulped, "I-I-I don't think you have the right speculations.." I tried to cover. But Bradley refused to believe, "No, I think I'm right. You ARE Anonymous, aren't you?" 

I was beginning to give up, my stomach was churning out of nervousness, should I even trust him? I think I shouldn't but he does look like someone I have to trust. It's better this way, so that I'm not completely lying. "Yes, okay, I'm Anonymous but no one can know. I joined your Council so that I wouldn't have to be suspected as Anonymous because I would just give it away.." I said. 

Bradley laughed and I was starting to get confused. "You aren't serious are you? I was kidding of course, chillax, Annie." He looked at me with his brown orbs getting closer and closer. What am I supposed to do? Should I oblige? 

I was inebriated afterall, I took my chance. He kissed me, and I kissed back. For some reason it did not feel good, I felt as if my world turned up side down. I pulled back and looked at him, "Why'd you stop?" He smiled. "I-I-I have to use the bathroom?" I stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself and I was flushed as a tomato, my freckles have completely turnef from visible to non-existent. 

I sighed and jumped as Bradley came in after me, "Annie, mind to join me outside? Let's have some booze." I nodded and yes, maybe I needed that. 

We went outside and everyone was pretty much still into dancing ragingly and widly as possibly like there's not tomorrow. Bradley sat me on a high chair by the bar and got us some lemony-spice shots. I took about 6 and my vision was illusive, I didn't not know where I was going but I knew Bradley was pulling me somewhere dark. And there I met his eyes once again, he pressed me against the wall and said, "You're so beautifuw" I laughed as he slurred his words. 

"Thwankss Braljdery" I tried to say. 

And again, he kissed me. What was going on? Everything felt like such on a shutter. And after that "eventful" night, I woke up the next morning on a table still in Tristan's house?

Oh no, I am in so much trouble.