I checked in the mirror once again to make sure the dress was right for this event. I had put on my knee-length black dress with gold sequins and small wedges hugging my feet, so that I don't fall down due to those stilettos. I tried putting on a bit of make-up from my roommate's collection and made myself look like a monster. Make-up was never my thing, so I had no idea how to put it on. Quickly cleaning up my face and doing the final touch-ups by combing my hair once again, I stood in front of the full-length mirror of our room for the last self-introspection. Was this look right for Evan's party? There were gonna be so many, so many girls with skimpy clothes. I felt insecure. And the next moment my mind snapped back, why do you care if it's right or wrong? Let it be, you're going to Evan's party, not on a date with Zayn. Oh crap! I hadn't written anything for the past few days. A knock on the door made me jump.
"Are you ready yet?" The voice said.
This guy wasn't letting it go so easily. He had been knocking on the door for the past 45 minutes. After 25 minutes of him knocking, I had to give up. Yes, he was more stubborn than me, I accepted. I picked up my side sling clutch and made a move, planning to return quickly and take my drug- write a letter to Zayn. I opened the door to find him blocking the way. Typical Evan. Somehow I got out pushing him with as much force I had and the ride to his home followed. His worthless chatter couldn't call in for my attention; I was busy looking outside, staring at the starry sky, thinking what my life had in store. This thought made me flinch. I had convinced myself to stay away from this topic. I had no idea what made me think this.
"Hello?" A voice interrupted. I turned back to see his big house heavily crowded with wild people standing in front of us. "We have reached. Now go out, I'll park the car and come."
I got out wordlessly; his car-parking or any other crap wasn't of any of my business. I started walking in the big beautiful garden in stead of going in. This was much more peaceful, free of all party animals, smell of drinks and the floor thumping with wild dancing. I went and sat on one of the park benches set there and looked up at the stars. Jiff and I had spent one night chatting and drinking coke on my special request on his terrace six months back. Jiff! He said he would be here. I started to search him in this mad crowd; his home had glass walls, so I could see it from the garden. From the corner of my eye, I saw the party host going inside, and a feeling of relief rushed through my whole body. I was still looking for him, when Stole My Heart came out through the speakers. Was it some kind of trap? But not caring about anything, I got up and went inside; my boys' music was playing, and I had to look for my another boy. There were so many people I literally had to push, punch and kick my way through. How did he manage to find so many people to call for his party? I can't even find so many people on the Earth! I heard a bunch of fools laughing on my entry, making me wonder if I had done something wrong or funny. I started looking at myself, self-conscious, checking my dress, shoes, everything. Jiff managed to squeeze out of the crowd and came to me, talking me into the 'rituals' of these parties- you gotta wear proper clothes- which I was, not too long, not too short; you should have a boy/girl hanging out with you, or you get kicked out- luckily, I comprehended that one too; and the last, which I knew was going to be a dynamite- you have to drink. What?! I had turned back on my toes before Jiffy could say anything else or give any solutions to it- which I knew he had. But my bad, that head of those laughing monkeys- or lets just say monkeys- was standing behind- front now- and didn't let me go. For the whole night. We had to sit on one of the couches located at one corner of his lavish lounge, the front buzzing with people. I could feel the walls and floor shaking lightly because of all the dancing up on the terrace and down here. I wondered if the house was strong enough and what would it be like if the terrace fell down. On Evan. And his whole set of animals. This place seemed exactly like a zoo.
Evan and my first meeting- and our first fight- had happened one year back. It was my free time, so I had ventured out in the sun with a book in my hand into the playing area. I was reading peacefully, when a ball flew my way and before I could even look up, had hit hard on my head, making a small bump with an awful pain. I stood up, walking towards the iron mesh separating the basketball court and the sitting area for others. Evan came out of all the players, facing me. We put our eyes in each others; his were filled with aggression. I would have flinched back if I myself wasn't this angry. After a heated argument and the involvement of a prof, we went our separate ways. The next day, walking down the corridor towards my Philosophy class, the unexpected had happened. He had appeared out of nowhere and spilled his drink on me, drenching my new t-shirt. Obviously I was angry as hell. I wanted to crash his head into the brick wall, but I decided to keep quiet and walk away. But Jiff and Angela, a good friend I'd made in the English class, had stopped me and stood against Evan. They told him to mend his unwary behaviour and asked him to apologize; the whole area had dipped into pindrop silence. Slowly, to our surprise, students had started to join our side, and eventually, Evan was left only with his mates and some girls dying for his attention. He had walked away with his head lowered.
The main reason why Evan hated me wasn't that fight, it was that he was humiliated and snatched of his support, leaving him helpless in front of such a large army of students. He hated me because I'd harmed his ego and following.
Reaching the dorm and falling on the bed just as you get into your room was relaxing. Five hours of exhausting party-watching is no less than fighting a war. You have to make a place for yourself to be at and keep it from other's stealing it, you have to save yourself from the wildly dancing kids and drunkards slurring nonsense to you. I fell asleep quickly, tired from the whole day's events, hoping to wake up into a new and wonderful morning.
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Those Hidden Letters
FanfictionShe loved Zayn. Zayn had no idea. There were thousands of letters he didn't know about. She loved him with all her heart. And that was the last thing she had, the last thing she would lose.
