Some Things You Can't Control

05: In The Moonlight

^^ Emelia Hernandez

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Chapter 5

In The Moonlight

- EDEN GARCIA-

I stare at my reflection in my floor-length mirror, observing every single aspect of my appearance.

My black dress is tight down my torso, flowing out ever-so-slightly at my waist. I've left my hair in its natural blonde curls, falling halfway down my back and largely covering the fact that the back of my dress fashionably starts halfway down. My black heels aren't anything extravagant, yet they somehow manage to make my legs appear longer than they already are.

"Well guess who's going to get Lewis' attention tonight?" Mickie teases, coming up beside me in front of the mirror. "You look hot."

I roll my eyes at her, taking in her own reflection. "Like you can talk," I tell her, "you look amazing. As always."

"You guys ready yet?" Kenzie asks, sticking her head in my bedroom.

"We are now. Are you?"

"I've been waiting for like the past five hours," she teases before disappearing once more and closing my door with a soft 'click'.

Jake's overbearing parents are out of town so he's chucking a party at his place tonight. If you ask me, the guy is completely reckless- I would want to go and die under a rock if I even got an A-minus in his family. And yet Jake doesn't even seem to care, skipping school and throwing secret parties. And through it all, he still manages to maintain great grades.

Maybe he's not reckless; maybe he's just a pure genius.

Mickie, Em, Kenzie and I meet up with Brody and Trey downstairs before beginning to walk to Jake's house, roughly ten minutes away.

Theoretically, by the time we get there the party should already be in full swing.

The familiar house stands in all its grandeur and glory before us, music blaring out of its depths and cars lined up against its curb.

Brody and Trey lead the way up the front path, laughing dorkily about how Jake can't hold his liquor and taking guesses as to how drunk he already is.

The moment we open his front door, the full extent of the party hits us. And let me tell you, its definitely in full swing.

"Let's find the drinks," Trey speaks loudly, his voice barely audible over the thumping base. Undesirably, we make our way through all of the sweaty, dancing bodies crowded in Jake's ginormous lounge room. I cringe when I see a guy stumble backwards and crash into one of Jake's Mum's vases, it falling immediately to the floor.

Whether it's shattered into a million pieces or not remains a mystery.

And as I imagine how angry his mother will be if she discovers her precious vase has been shattered beyond repair, I arrive at the mental conclusion that Jake is definitely more reckless than genius.

Eventually, the six of us manage to reach the kitchen where there are significantly fewer people. For the first time since I stepped foot into the house tonight, I feel like I can finally breathe.

Unsurprisingly, we find the football team there hanging around the alcohol, namely composed of both Brody and Aiden's groups of friends. Surprisingly, none of them look off-their-heads-drunk yet.

Jake is sat on the bench, beer bottle in hand as he laughs loudly with a few of the guys. As the others begin to blend with the group, I manoeuvre my way to grab a drink. The feeling of the cool liquid leaving a slight burn on the back of my throat feels more than refreshing.