Foreign | H.S.

Chapter 1

Continuation...

But what I saw as soon as I entered, made my smile vanish with the speed of light.

The bouquet of fresh daisies now lay on the floor and my eyes wide open.

On the white hospital bed, sits my boyfriend. It's not that what astounds me. No, that's normal.

What surprises me is his 'personal nurse' straddling him with her fingers in his dirty blond hair and a horrendous shade of red lipstick smudged on her lips.

Adam gulps and starts stuttering, "Manika? I-I didn't know you w-were coming..."

He forcefully moves the tall brunette nurse off of him and I faintly hear him apologising to me. I see pure surprise flashing through his blue-grey eyes.

24 Hours Ago

"Mann, lighten up" Isha calls from the kitchen.

"I am not like you Isha, can't I just sit here and watch 'The Good Place' all night?" I ask. I don't like dressing up and going random places when I don't even drink.

I know what happens on night-outs like these. All I do is watch her drinking and dancing with her friends while I sip on my lemonade. I always have to handle a drunken Isha at the end of the night, who finishes her Saturday by puking all over my dress.

"NO WAY!" She comes out of the kitchen with flour on her hands. "You promised we will watch it together, and besides, I'm not letting you spend the whole Saturday night here, all alone" She says with conviction, pointing her flourry finger at me.

"I won't be alone. I'll have Perry with me..." I whine, dragging at the E of me.

"Perry is a cactus, Manika and stop whining"

I stand up quickly, "He is not a cactus, Isha! How many times do I have to tell you, he's a succulent"

"Whatever it is, you're coming with me to this house-party and learning to lighten up" She struts towards me, beaming with her iconic toothy-Isha grin and squeezes my shoulders.

"Great, I see you have started the night the way you'll end it" I reply, removing her hands from me.

"What do you mean?" She asks, voice laced with confusion.

I point towards my new top which is now covered with flour and she realises my point.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm getting a raise soon, I'll buy my little sissie some new clothes" She says with a baby voice.

I shake my head making my way towards my room. "yay, another exciting night-out" I say in a monotone reaching my closet, loud enough for her to hear.

"You wait and watch, Mann. This will be the best party of your life" I hear say as I start getting ready.

~~~

After whole 2 hours of going through both of our closets, doing some stitching and two kitkat bars, Isha decided on a sparkly but not too shiny blue-green dress which hugged her slim body at every little curve, with black stilettos and her extremely curly locks bouncing off her shoulders, making her look like a model straight out of a magazine.

Whereas, I settled on a black sequin dress which ends just above my knees with fluffy sleeves. It showed off my not-so-slim body perfectly. I wasn't in the mood to carry a bag just to keep some money, my phone and keys so I stitched pockets quickly. Well, what can I say, lessons from Mummy help.

I paired the dress with my grey flats. I skip the idea of wearing heels because there's no profit for me in it. I'm tall enough that I'd like my feet comfortable. I'm also wearing my charm necklace that Adam loves. I hope he's doing okay in that building that stinks of phenyl. Before I go any deeper into thought, Isha speaks.

"Ready, m'lady?" She tries to do an accent.

"Please don't try talking like that again. Our neighbours might kick us out if they hear it"

"Oh, shh.." I smile at her, running my hand through my long black wavy hair.

We take are things, bid bye to Perry, lock the door and leave for the place where Isha and her friends have decided to 'party' tonight.

~~~

It's been an hour since we reached this place which is a typical 'rich parents with spoiled kids' house and I'm getting bored out of my wits. In this time, I'm very sure of one thing. Mila, one of Isha's colleagues, purely belongs to Janice from Friends' family. If I listen that high-pitched laugh again, I might go deaf.

"I'll be back" I tell Isha who was sitting across from me on an armchair.

"But where are you going?" She slurrs loudly, grabbing my forearm.

"To get some fresh air, don't worry, I'll text you if I go anywhere" I assure her. She nods and leaves my arm.

I first make my way to the kitchen. I see a kettle in the corner and start warming some water to drink. I like drinking warm water, it's good for the throat. Adam thinks it's a 'stuck-up bitch habit' but I don't agree with him. He never said it to my face but he did say it someone else. That someone else being my sister.

I take my red cup filled with warm water and search for an exit from this sweaty and stinky environment. I smell alcohol, lots of alcohol, something that smells like cigarettes, smoke and many more things.

I see a door which leads to the backyard, which to my surprise seems empty from here. I walk towards it quickly and as I'm about to set my foot outside, I bump in something and spill all my water.

"Hot, hot, hot, hot" Or rather somone. "Hot, hot" The guy chants. He's wearing a yellow shirt over a white t-shirt through which tattoos peak, with black jeans.

My eyes widen as realise what I have done. "I am so so sorry, I didn't see you coming, it's my fault, I should've.." I start off rambling apologies as he's still chanting the word 'hot'.

"Hot, hot, hot" His eyes scan me from my feet to face and his chants slow down. "Hot" He says, his green eyes meeting my brown ones.

"I should've seen where I was going. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I ask.

"Uhh, ya, uhm..It's okay." He stops. "Why are you drinking hot water in a party?" He questions, his eyesbrows slightly knitted together.

"It's a useless boring story, I'm really sorry" I say peeking in my cup which barely has two sips of water left in it.

"It's alright, 's kinda my fault as well, so yeah, sorry" He speaks with a deep tone.

"Do you think you'll need a towel or anything, I may have seen some in the kitchen" I suggest reading his face which has toned cheekbones and jawline.

"No, thanks. It'll dry eventually.." He trails glancing behind me, "umm, sorry again I, kinda, need to go"

"Okay" I mutter moving aside.

Darn it. There goes my warm water. I throw the almost empty cup in the bin kept outside the door. My eyes rake the backyard which is quite big with a fairly huge swimmimg pool and a vintage looking swing thing in one corner near which a few couples are commencing their 'good Saturday night'. Making my way towards the pool after making sure that there are no other couples like that nearby, I sit cross legged a metre away from the pool's side.

I - like any other normal person - take my phone out and open Instagram, which surprisingly has a DM. Wow. Wait, it's from Isha. Well. "Enjoy the ngiht sissie, looks like i got lucky, see you tomo mrng" The message reads. Looks like my dress will not be getting a makeover. I shrug opening Coconut Rice Bear's page to stalk. Such a cute creature she is, wish I could have one.

"Hello" A voice chimes.

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A/N:
Hey there guys! First proper chapter is here. Hope it's making some sense :)

I will be trying to update every two or three days, so bear with me.

Question of the Chapter: What is your opinion of house-parties?

Love, #PerryTheSucculent

(23 June, 2020)