antics | b.e

chapter 3- prey

ALEJANDRO

the rumble of his car faded away as he pulled up into raymond's drive way. he sat in the drivers seat for a moment, recollecting himself. alejandro was a different person around his sister.

caring..and protective. around anybody else he was cool, collected and had an apathetic attitude.

his eyes snapped from the black steering wheel to his friend who was bounding down his hill drive way, a blunt between his fingers.

alejandro's eyes drifted towards the windows of his house and saw raving lights and a multitude shadows moving past the curtains, an obvious party going on inside.

"look who showed up finally!", ray smiled teasingly, knocked on the window and leaned down.

when alejandro managed to roll it down all the way, ray propped himself up on the door. the strong smell of alcohol and marijuana wafted through his nose, causing him to scrunch it up.

"what was the hold up, al?", the hispanic boy brought the blunt to his mouth and deeply inhaled, blowing it back out into alejandro's car.

he looked up with a dead glare, shoving raymond's face away from his window.

"i have a sister. she goes to something called high school and she's required to go there 5 days a week, in case you forgot.", alejandro's voice was monotone, almost melancholy.

"ahh, i remember going to school, waking up everyday and getting dressed for that hell-ridden son of a bitch.", ray let out a small cackle towards the end. it was clear raymond had let himself go and went all out on whatever the people brought to the party.

whether it be drugs or drinks.

"you didn't go to school, hippie.", he opened the door and stepped out of the car and onto the pavement. he dusted off the imaginary dirt on his clothing and looked at the house booming with music with despise.

alejandro didn't wait for raymond to respond or to catch up, walking towards the front door. he opened it slowly and peeked inside to see what was going on.

the entrance hall was empty, only a few pairs of shoes laying around. he could see the lights parading across the walls and 'the hills' playing by the weeknd.

except the bass level was moved to over 9 fucking thousand and it shook the floor. it was a miracle the cops hadn't showed up for a noise complaint.

"good to see the pretty boy here.", a man he knew that was named wayne, moved past him and shoved his shoulder, intoxicated.

all alejandro let out was a grunt of dissatisfaction.

the sound of his boots against the hardwood floor was drowned out by the blaring music. couches were filled with people sucking faces and drinking their life away, the large living room was made into a dance floor, swarmed with sweaty bodies.

he knew raymond had all the connection to have very well known people in the crowd, that boy was a interaction slut.

or maybe he's just social and an extrovert, alejandro couldn't relate.

walking through the piles of bodies and grabby hands, he made his way to the bar. the living room alone was as big as a club itself.

"what can i get for you?", a burly man with the name tag brutus was shaking a mixer and looking at him with a grim face.

"vodka."

soon his drink was in his hands and he stalked off to where he saw raymond sitting, it was a far corner and the couch was lined with led lights shining red.