Eastside Love.

CH 6: Farmhouse curse

He dropped the magazine and looked in my direction, his eyes all swollen as if he was on high caffeine intake. The hooded man seemed well acquainted with his surroundings and the place, he seemed a regular visitor to the niche because there was no mark of scepticism in his gaps.

‘I've come to take you all’
‘Take us where? To your dump yard to excavate some kidnapping money.’ Derecka mocked the guy like she was ready to get tied up at the back of his Station Wagon.
‘No honey. To a party.’
He unfolded his face beneath the hood and smirked, not realising he scared the shit outta us.
Jonathan! It was her man, it better be not a gag on us. Also, a party at 12, midnight, is out of sanity.

The entire dimmed foyer, with smoke emitted from burning incense sticks and unkept papers, seemed like a working crime scene with 3 suspects, Rachel, Derecka and I, with Jonathan an NYCPD officer, taking us to a party as a part of his well-conspired plan.
Rachel considers midnight parties sinister and a total violation to God.

‘We don't go to drunkard celebrations.’
‘No it's a very decent one. It's thrown by Minty Jones to welcome Arthur Roadges, a new football jock in the team.'

Well well now there's no chance we avoiding this, it's just that I agree on Jonathan with being it a decent one. Just getting a few shots wouldn't be an issue after all, plus I know how to handle my hangovers sophisticatedly.
‘Yes, I'm ready to get involved in this football party.'
Derecka glared and kicked my foot, ‘Alisa we very well know why you compromising you're so well premeditated bath night with this football party where you don't even know anyone.’
‘donating a few hours wouldn't be an issue.' I said sheepishly trying to subdue the true intention of going.

It's difficult to play dumb around your own tribe and I did not want to further fan the flames and tell the world how obsessed I was with some fresh dude who is absolutely unknown to everything.

Also a fact about us New Yorkers, we always curious to know about our new Russian neighbour next door so don't mind my mania.
And one more battling question, what is one supposed to wear at a midnight football party simultaneously trying to attract the new jock hahaha. A chiffon nightgown will be too down rated and a shimmering dress is too celestial so let me pick the middle path and go in my denim since no one will be in their conscious state to notice my unkempt hair and smudged mascara. A beanie will also help to look casual and avoid my access drinking since I have got this thing in my head that the more you dress soberly you behave sober, and I had to be in my proper nerves for my following day's presentation.

Last I remember attending such midnight party, I ended up breaking my jaw, no offence but I was too drunk to have control over my speech and I called a Black girl, ‘Hey black’. Ok, I forgot that there was a ban to call someone black but hey she was actually black plus a Judo champion so yes I was on fluids for an entire month. So for me Coke over Beers for any midnight parties because I've to even bring my mom's Beamer in its proper shape.

We got into Jonathan's Minivan, the passenger's door still had that colour peeled off from the 2 year's ago accident and I still wonder why he's not mending it even after his girlfriend Derecka throwing a tantrum about it every time we get it.
It smelled burnt coffee and the seats were cushioned well. The van always has at least one crate of coke beneath the seat and packs of gums because let me tell you Jonathan drives reckless so we need to keep ourselves from puking every time a bump comes.

Rachel still was whimpering and cursing in her breath about the entire midnight adventure. She can never be a sport.

The party was at some farm at the city's suburbs so it took us 20 minutes to ride downtown.
The wind gushed with full pressure as soon as we opened the door, the place was barren with a huge fixture with lights all enlightening it.

The breeze wasn't pleasant rather it was rough slapping us every step we took towards the house.
Some guys were waving wildly at us as soon as they saw us, it was like they saw human habitat for the first time in years. So hungrily waving. Jonathan joined the heard of lost sheep while we three tried to avoid all kinds of animal bangarangs happening right in our ears.
My eyes were on a hunt, I don't know what exactly but I tried to grab my attention to the shots kept on the foot-long table near the aquarium. A guy that seemed highly drunk had stuck his mouth right to the aquarium, trying to converse with the fish and the interesting part was, he was crying, maybe the fish reminded him of his ex, who was all scaled and boned with insensitivity.
Also, you can enjoy yourself to the fullest at a midnight party when everyone is drunk doing stupid stuff, while you are all sober, recording them tripping off tables and falling in pools.
‘Hey?’
I lunged high as if I heard some ghostly whisper.
Oh damn, it was Arthur, all lost.
‘Hey. You seem lost in your own tributary party.'
‘No, I wasn't expecting you here.'
‘Me neither.'
‘Let me grab you a drink.'
I smiled easy as he went near the far end table to get the cups.

It felt good but suddenly I felt a jerk on my hand and a strong pull and before I could actually realise what was happening, Aaron Butley was standing right on my face, I jumped back to keep the distance and he smelled drunk, not just 2 shots but definitely he must have had more than 5 shots with all red bulging eyes.
I could have slapped him for pulling me but I gave him a benefit of doubt for being so drunk. And today I realised Aaron wasn't that innocent as he wanders in the library with all that urge of maintaining his fair image.
‘Aaron what you think you are doing.’
‘removing the blind fold from your eyes and enlightening you with the truth.’
‘What you talking about?'
This seemed pretty much intense now.
‘I can tell you the reason why I agreed immediately at the spur of the moment for escorting you for the formal. It's because I was instructed to do that.'
‘Instructed? By whom.'
‘By Arthur.'
I felt sinking now. The last word made me feel sick. Why would he do that? It felt like some odd curse.