𝗙 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝗼𝗱. (Hiatus X Hiatus)

08| my...cake?

Chanel's

     I was tempted.

   There was a large piece of cake on the table, my eyes were screaming in delight. 

   Just one, I thought. One taste wouldn't hurt... one..one.

  My cake was taken away by a strawberry blond, smirking as they took a bite into it, they moaned and wiped the cake crumbs off their lips.

    My...cake?

  "Are you fuçking serious?!" I internally swear at the strawberry blond who is now taking some more slices and walking away.

  "Fuçking bitch," I mutter.

  I was at the party alone, sitting in the kitchen, SOBER, If I may add. Waiting awkwardly for Terry to show up, he hasn't even arrived yet and he's the one who invited me to this party like is he dumb, or dumb?

   I scrunch my nose up, the smell of alcohol reeking everywhere, but the smell of cigarettes is what made me want to walk out to the garden. Staring at the pool, feeling tempted to just drown my worries away.

  That is until that familiar strawberry blond, quite handsome may I add: was talking to some people near the barbecue area, surrounded by the fences, they talked distinctively.

  But, being the curious idiot I was, I was turning my back around, staring at the pool, like I wasn't listening or anything.

  That is until chubs said something to strawberry blond which made him shocked. 

   "What?"

   "Yeah, Mutton was the one who vandalised your motorbikes back at the track." 

    "And he's here?" There was anger in his tone, which made me uncomfortably squirm.

     "He's coming in an hour, we can bang him up then."

        "Good and Matthews?" 

        "Oh, Romeo?" 

        "Ugh shut up.. any news on Mutton's pals?"

 My mouth parted and I was standing frozen at the pool. This, the guy who ate my cake, was Romeo as in the fourth most popular at WellStorm High???!

      "I'm not sure if they're coming to this party."

       "I'll make him show up, it's time to teach Mutton a lesson. Respect your elders." 

   With that, the two guys headed inside, whatever they were about to do wasn't good and for some reason, I had fear for Terry.

    I got out my phone to text Terry but he didn't reply, hell I even called him. He must be busy or something, to be busy not to pick up a ringing phone?

      I scurried inside, my short black dress feeling too tight, I had to size it down, that is until someone pulled my wrist: my eyes looked back to see a guy with a smug smirk.

     "Where are you going pretty?.. Don't you want to party?" He sounded dazed and drunk in thought to realise that he was speaking to a Queen right now. I scrunched my nose in distaste.

    "I don't party with losers," I replied, pulling my wrist from his tight grip, but it was too tight and he shook his head. "Wrong move."

   He pushed me, roughly, against the cold, hard wall and my air was knocked out.