The Bite (Edited)

*Enjoyable

The first thing that came to my mind when I stepped out of Tessa's mom's car and into the huge mansion with bright lights and the stench of alcohol and drugs was loud. Very loud. Tessa dragged me up the glistening marble staircase that looked like it was worth a million dollars- and they probably were.

The grand doors with intricate designs were pulled opened by maids, I quickly said 'thank you' and Tessa did likewise. We both walked in and I gasped. The ceiling was at least six feet above me- maybe even ten. There was a huge chandelier that looked like it was about to drop onto us because of its large size. There was a staircase to our right with a railing designed with detailed engravings of flowers. To our left was a bar and to the front was the dance floor, with the DJ on a stage against a wall.

She pulled me to the dance floor- my worst nightmare. I did not want sweaty bodies of teenagers undergoing hormonal difficulty to grind against me. Although I did want to stick with her, I did not want to dance. I was not a dancer, I was terrible.

I quickly escaped from the crowd and went to the bar, sitting down and asked the bartender for a glass of water. I leaned on the counter with both my elbows, wishing that Tessa would tire out in the next few minutes and then let me leave. I sighed, knowing that would never happen.

I felt someone sit down next to me and I turned to find Liam. "I see you got Tessa's invitation," I said as he ordered a drink.

"Yeah, I wasn't allowed to not get it, since she spammed me with calls, texts- she even called my mother," he said with a shake of his head.

I laughed. "Really? Tessa is that bold?"

"You have no idea. One time I was going for a job interview and I had turned my phone off. She wanted to tell me that she wanted me and Ronnie to go somewhere with her on Friday, and obviously, I didn't answer. So, she called the company hiring me. She threatened the receptionist and the interviewer let me pick up the phone."

"Did you tell her that you were at a job interview?"

"Yeah. It didn't make a difference though. If I were in a coma, she would not stop calling me until I wake up and answer her."

I chuckled with him. "Did you get the job at least?"

"Yeah. But I left after a few months, they didn't pay me well. They thought since I was young that I didn't know any better. So they paid me less than the other workers, even though I did the same exact thing they did."

"Do you work somewhere else now?"

"Yeah, I work in Red Mango, it's a few blocks away."

"Do your friends get a discount?"

"No, they have to pay more."

I laughed. "Why? Because being your friend has to come with a price?"

"Yes."

"What if I walked in and ordered something?"

"For you only, you'd get a discount."

That made my heart flutter. "Really?"

"Yep. I like your dress, by the way."

I smiled, hoping the dim lights would hide my blush. I looked at his appearance. He had a white button down shirt with a few of the top buttons opened, showing a bit of his chest. He wore black jeans with a belt around it. "Your attire is also decent."

"Are you saying that my choice of clothing isn't good?" He asked with fake hurt in his voice. "Fix it for me."

He stood and spun around for me, making me laugh. "Do you seriously want me to?"