Take Your Pick

Ch.7 ~ Birthday Blues (Part 3)

~ 'Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect' ~

My breathing was still heavy as I continued to stare at Sean who had now diverted his gaze to behind me. I blinked twice and regained my posture, turning around and making my way to the rest of the bunch. I played cool while my mind raced at the sudden rush of blood that had reached my head due to the alcohol but also at the thought of having just danced on my supposed mcm. It was clear they had all witnessed it and didn't hold back on their reactions. Shan was knowingly the first to retaliate,

"No way that just happened, my eyes have deceived me," she whisper shouted meeting me half way.

"pshht, I didn't do anything" was all I could muster before being thrown into our group circle.

Sean had already reached the group and all of the guys except Laith and Hugo were bigging him up but stopped when they saw us approaching them. I merely rolled my eyes but didn' comment on it because I hardly had the strength to. Hugo looked like he was in another world to even notice and Laith was just being Laith, hardly moving a muscle.

"Swear Kami's got a liquid waist?" Noam shoved through the crowd of boys.

"Please, I wasn't even doing anything"

"Sis said she wasn't even trying?! We're sorry!" Safira faked apologised.

"Yeah yeah, Kam you got tech, we get it, can we go eat cake now?" Raheem whined, leaning on Sean's shoulder.

Sean had been shaking his head at every comment but it didn't hide the fact that a small smirk was plastered on his face. I averted my gaze and shook my own head at Raheem. All this boy knew was food.

"Yeah I'm getting tired of people breaking stuff in my hou—

Noam didn't even get to finish his sentence before his eyes zoned in on someone holding his mum's favourite plant pot. He muttered something about having thought he placed it in the locked room before making a beeline to their direction, shouting for them to hand it to him. We all chuckled knowing how stressed Noam had got trying to get people to listen.

"We might as well help the poor guy shoo all these people out of the house before he loses more brain cells" Raphael snorted as he made his way to the kitchen.

"He's right tbh. As much as I hate cleaning other people's sh*t, I wanna begin the games asap" Shan agreed as she too left.

"Who's got time to do that man?" Raheem complained yet again.

"Do you want your stupid slice of cake or what?" Safira retorted, screwing him.

It was like a light bulb went off in his head because he realised she was right.

"You must be mad if you think a slice is all I'm getting" he muttered to himself but we all heard.

Safira turned around to screw him yet again as he fixed his face and followed after her before motioning to the DJ to cut the music.

"Aight, everybody get your smelly selves home now, party's over! If you don't know how you're getting home, that's your own! Goodnight!" He shouted. I really did hope everyone had a way to get home. We weren't exactly handing out blankets for overnight stays.

"Relax man the music is off now, they can hear you" Tyson laughed as the rest of us began dispersing the crowd. The DJ waved him off and began collecting his equipment. The night was not over and I had a feeling it was only just getting started.

*

We had all decided that everyone apart from Tyson, Sean and Raheem, were going to sleepover at Noam's because as the games were going, it didn't look like anyone wanted to leave. Raheem and Shan had quickly nipped home to get some of our belongings we'd need for the next day. We had played beer pong to which my team lost (I completely blame Noam and Shan, I don't know what game they were playing but it wasn't beer pong).