Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Six

Since the picture scandal, I have been more happy than I ever was. I talk to every damn person I can find, I lose myself in my work and find solace in drinks.

I know it is all a facade but as they say, if you keep telling yourself a lie for too long, you start believing it.

Tabitha is concerned. I have seen her looking at me like I've gone mad. She have expressed her feelings too. But I assured her I was fine. What a lie.

The party which I was declining to go, now I can't wait for it. Get drunk and forget about everything.

Finally came Saturday, the day of party. Tabitha helps me pick an outfit for tonight.

"This?" I ask and take a sip of my vodka mixed cola.

She shakes her head no. She searches in my closet and pick a black material.

It's a bodycon black dress with lace panels.

I remove my tee shirt and shorts and pull the dress on my body. It falls just below my hips and sticks my body like second skin.

"What the hell is this?" I turn around and see she have my drink in her hand and she no doubt took a sip of it.
"Cola and vodka." I say nonchalantly.

"Oh, so you drink in the middle of day now?" She sarcastically says.

I shrug and turn to see myself in the mirror.

"What you say?" I ask her and pose.

She pulls her face in a confused expression. Then she reaches into the bundle of her clothes which she brought from her home, and holds out another black material.

It's full sleeves lace dress with low back. Like really low, low back.

I drink the remaining of my vodka and remove the previous dress, pulling on the new one. It falls mid thigh and fits perfectly. I turn around in front of the mirror, admiring the dress on me.

I ask Tabitha and she smiles bright, signalling that she likes this one.

"I'm gonna go and find something to eat. You want anything?" I ask Tabi while pulling the tee shirt on me.

"No." She says distractingly.

We drive along the rich street of LA, blaring the music while night is still young. She turns the car to Hidden Hills, surprising me how she got a invite from a probable celebrity.

"Hills, seriously? Who even invited you dude?" I ask astonished.

"I have my connections." She says smugly and I nudge her in the rib.

I lose my little left shock when we pull up to a, well really big mansion. Security stops us and Tabi gives out her name, like she is the vip guest here.

We get a thumbs up from security and drive further, reaching the parking spaces. She puts the car in reverse and park is one try. Stopping the engine, she pulls out her compact and pat some onto her face.

I do the same and touch up my lipstick, which is red. I haven't done any makeup except for mascara and lipstick. My face is plain with light freckles scattered here and there.

We leave the car and walk towards the thumping music. "Welcome to the best party in LA." She says dramatically and we enter into the house.

It's like I have set foot into another world. A world which doesn't look anything like I am used to. R&B is playing loudly from hidden speakers, there is alcohol going on which is quite normal.

A couple semi naked, are making out on the sofa. Few people are taking turns, smoking from a bong. Definitely not normal.

Tabi grabs my hand and pull me towards the bar area. She orders two cherry vodka and looks around the party.

"What is this place?" I ask over the noises.

"I told you, the best party you have ever been at!" She shouts back.

A guy smiles at Tabitha while walking towards us. He is tall and bulky. His hair are over grown and when he smiles I see diamonds in his teeth, yikes.

"Baby." He kisses Tabi on the cheek.

"Belly!" She says and hug him. She whispers something in his ear then backs up.

"This is my best friend, Kiara. Kia, this is Belly." She introduce us. I shake his outstrectched hand.

"Come, real party is happening in the back." He guides us throught sweaty bodies dancing on the floor and back to a 'VIP' labeled room.

It's a master bedroom, the bed reside in the middle of the room and is occupied with by two girls, naked except for panties, hooking up. Facing that are two sofa chairs. On one, sits an attractive guy.

Probably in twenties, he have short hair and dark, mysterious eyes. He have a cam in his hand and is recording the girls. His eyes flick towards us, looking us up and down once then go back to gazing at the screen attached to camera.

"Don't look like that. You will scare Belly." Tabitha says in my ear, referring to my open mouth and shocked expression.

He leads us to a sofa preoccupied by some boys drinking and smoking.

"Aye nigga." He hugs them then proceeds to introduce us.

"This is Nav, Travis and Sal. And this is Tabitha, and her friend Kiara." I shake their hands and they gesture us to sit. Tabi sits next to Belly which makes me sit next to a half blad guy whose name I forgot.

"Want some papers?" He asks, referring to a hand rolled blunt in his hand. I shake my head no and he smiles at me.

"I'm Sal. You might be the first girl to come to our party and decline joint." He have a accent but it's difficult to guess.

"I don't, um, smoke. That, I mean." I say nervously. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and hand it to me. I say thank you and hold it in my hand.

"Want something to drink?" On cue, a guy arrives with the drinks we ordered. He hands me the cherry vodka and I take a sip. It's cold and burns on its way down.

"Yo Belly. Where ya been bruh?" The guy shooting the girls from earlier hugs Belly. I swear I have seen him somewhere but can't remember. He looks at me and smiles, his eyes red and glazed.

'The media above shows the picture of the dress she is wearing.'