Farewell : Until We Meet Again

14/ haunted.

"This party sucks."

Enzo cursed under his breath when another group of hormonal teenage girls dressed in sexy nurse and doctor costumes, that had been eye raping him for over 10 minutes now, made their way over to him.

Although all of us arrived only 20 minutes ago with the agreement in our minds to stay together as a group, the second we stepped foot into Miranda Summers' huge mansion the rest of the gang except of Enzo disappeared into thin air.

Miranda's parents had money that was obvious. The house was decorated with expensive looking vases and impressive paintings, she probably should have removed from the party scene. Its common sense that high schoolers- totally wasted to be specific- leave a chaotic mess behind everywhere they go. Her careless dealing with expensive luxuries gave me the impression that her bank account was big enough to replace those items.

Kids, my age and younger, filled the place with sweat, weird scents, alcohol and hormones, making me feel like I would suffocate, not by the mentioned aspects above but by the many memories that flooded my mind.

I can't believe that the cliché party girl lifestyle once helped me in forgetting the pain of losing a father, who still is alive, and the bullies in my school that would taunt me about that. In that part of my life, I thankfully got out off before it was too late, I was partying, drinking and fooling around with boys every week. My mom disapproved and tried to ground me but I didn't care. I was disrespectful to my own mother and said shitty things to her because I blamed her for chasing away dad and ruining our lives. I'm not proud of that dark chapter of my life and I regret ever victim shaming mom, when my dad was the one who cheated on her and then left his family for another one.

Looking around this place, I saw people similar to the ones I would hang out with back then during my crazy rebel phase. We would drink and dance the whole night, yet the next day we would ignore each other in school. They knew that I was an unpopular freak but they didn't care. Having fun, goofing around with booze or drugs was the only thing that mattered. I was able to be me without anyone judging me while trying to forget the me for a few hours that would wake up the next day questioning whether she would do the world a favor if she ended her miserable existence permanently.

That's how my life was...well, until I met her. I often ask myself, whether I would have ended up in the cemetery because of drug overdose or alcohol poisoning, if I hadn't met her in the beginning of my junior year. There's no day that I am not thankful to have met such a kindhearted human being like her. She helped me see light in the darkness; I thought I'd be forever held captive in.

Not really in the mood to dwell in memories that don't matter anymore, I looked back at Enzo who has been tormented by countless thirsty girls, all of whom he harshly shot down.

This new group of fan girls, however, seemed to be specifically persistent.

The three flirty girls with high self-esteem or high alcohol consumption all invaded the poor guy's personal space, touching his tense muscles through the tight police shirt without consent. Enzo looked very uncomfortable as he tried to unsuccessfully pry their hands off of his body.

I was just leaning against the wall, watching him struggle, while ignoring his gaze full agony he sent my way. Something in the back of my mind agreed with the creepy fanatics over Lorenzo's looks.

His chiseled jawline, his bright green eyes that could directly stare into anyone's soul and his jet-black silky locks on top of his head makes him stand out in a packed high school hallway just like he'd stand out in the midst of plenty male models.