"We've been invited to a party," I announced as I slid in front of the Scar, who sat on the bench staring at her food as if expecting it to grow legs and walk away at any given moment.
"Scarlett," I called her again, trying to get her attention. She lifted her head up abruptly as if she had just became aware of my presence.
"What?" She asked me.
"Party, we've been invited to one," I informed her again.
"Who's?" She asked, dropping her fork on her plate.
"Uh, I don't know. One of my classmates in my Pre-calculus class told me to come and since I guess we've been spotted together on more than one occasion, I was told to invite you too. She's going to send me the address on Friday," I explained.
"Okay, sounds good. Is it just me or does something seem really off to you?" Scar asked me.
"What do you mean?" I countered.
"Like, everything and everyone is so, I don't know, dead. It's like the president died or something," Scar elaborated. I scanned my eyes around the cafeteria noticing for the first time that there was an unusual hush and calm. I also noted that there was no sign of Mason or his 'posse'.
"Well, maybe it has to do with Mason? I mean he's not here so I guess there's nothing to really talk about. Given the last few days, it's obvious this whole school thrives on his presence," I commented.
"I don't know but it's really weird. Even Kristi is missing, then again she probably has another class at this time" Scar stated.
"Hmm, we'll see tomorrow. If Mason is here in the cafeteria and everyone is all chatty chatty then it'll be true," I told her.
***
That was two days ago. Today was Friday and Mason hadn't shown up all week. And all week, there was a gloomy, melancholy feeling in the atmosphere. It was the oddest thing how everything and everyone literally depended on one guy. At first I thought it was a coincidence but after today's lunch it was obvious. Even I was was feeling a bit down. At one point I was in a such a state of shock, considering my thoughts resembled those of Bella in Twilight when Edward went missing for awhile, that I had to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face to snap out of it.
"Hopefully this party isn't as 'live' as school today," Scar muttered as she re-curled her bangs.
"Agreed, maybe with alcohol running through people's systems, they'll forget about they're muse, idol, or whatever you want to call him," I added.
Unplugging the flat iron from the outlet, I sprayed my hair with anti-frizz spray and ran the comb through my straight, dark locks a few more times before starting on my make-up. Fortunately for me, I only needed to put mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow. I was lucky to never have gone through the pimple face stage in my teen years. Scar was always a little jealous of that attribute considering a good portion of her high school life was full of trying treatments from toothpaste to all different brands of skin creams.
"What are you wearing again?" I asked her when I was finished.
"On the bed," Was her reply. I turned around and walked back to my bedroom. We had decided to get dressed in my room since it was bigger and had a bigger bathroom too. I called the master bedroom when we were first moving in.
On my bed lay Scar's outfit: high waisted light jean shorts, black sheer tights, a black crop top, a see through black sheer top, and black ankle boots. Obviously she was dressing to impress. My outfit probably wouldn't even compare to hers I thought as I went in search through my closet. I decided on high waisted bleached shorts that had silver studs on the pockets to match my belly piercing, a peach lace crop top, and coral pink strappy sandals.
