Closer

Chapter Four.

I've been sitting here, patiently waiting for Martin to finish being such a noisy and unorganised little asshole. He shouldn't be throwing a party with half of his monthly allowances and not knowing where he should be launching a party.

Besides, its school night. No one should be doing this for any reasons at all.

"If you're done with this I'm going home!" I called him from the living room as he made a phone call and invite everyone he knows in this town. That will be probably every young adults in this area.

"No, Riley! You can't just go. What would my dad say if you weren't here!" He yelled back.

I rolled my eyes and groaned as I click the remote to change the channel on the TV. I can't believe I missed my night out with my mom to an art exhibition out of town for this lame party. He owe me big time.

Some say I was hard to impressed, but I think its not that hard but you kinda have to use your brain in order to achieve my good side, but now sadly Martin is just hanging the prey and dangled in front of me.

"You have to tell your friends to be here tonight. Just call your friends from school or something." Martin came as he sits down beside me. Completely frustrated with his brows stitched together and frowning like a little boy.

I snorts and replied, "I'm not the right girl for that if that's what you want me to do." I wanna finger point and laughed at him for that.

"Really? You're not that weird girl who hang out at the library and eat leftover sandwich from home, are you?" He looks at me as if I told him i have a rare contagious disease.

"No! No one do stuff like that anymore! Besides, I choose to be like this." I defend myself like its my only weapon. Believe me, if you're gonna dodge Martin's insults you have to be straightforward with yourself.

He clicked his tongue and raised his hands, "Say no more. You're gonna make new friends here tonight!" He said in confidence.

Even though my parents do well financially, I just don't think it did me well in my social convention. My line is way too narrow to be strolling around like other kids and not care about their career at all.

I'm still that weird dark hair girl, with blue eyes and pale skin, who draw weird dark world pictures for fun. Who doesn't like to party at any occasions.

Speaking of which, the house was packed with hungry for fun teenagers by the time it was 8. And I am sitting at the lounge chair at Martin's room, lock myself in and drawing pictures i imagined. Waiting for the fun to end any short while.

The party was on full swing, music pumping loud, with constant screaming and yelling out there. All I did was glaring at the fromt door, scribbling my pen on the book. I don't know how else to explain how much I've wanted  to go home.

By the time it was 10:30 the party cooled down a bit but there is no doubt that there's a lot of people out there in the hall. Giggling and mostly talking.

I started to sneak out so Martin won't see me and caged me here in his room again, I checked myself in the tall mirror. I still got my good figure even though I barely eat to survive, I straighten my denim jacket and then pulled my crop top down before I pulled up my high waisted black jeans. I stomped my feet so my boots will be comfortable enough to walk around the huge hall and escape without a trace.

I took a swing of my bag pack and pulled my long straight black hair down to my face so that I won't be noticed.

I started making my way down to the hall where most people hangout, maximum people are so drunk and wasted that they didn't even trouble looking at me.