Chapter Eight: Meet Again
Beatrice played with the hem of her plain black dress watching as strangers and few people she had forgotten the names of file through the apartment. It was a small party considering it was a small apartment and such a late request, but it was better than the club and Beatrice would have to take this up if it ever came to it. Lily was already no where to be seen and Taylor was directing traffic as it emerged into the doorway.
Bea had made sure to block off her room from an access and even came close to taking the whole knob off, but with Taylor's restraining and Lily's rude comments about how she was overreacting, she decided against it. Although she couldn't take the handle off of her plain door, she still stood in front of the room and gently turned the already drunk people around. The music was blaring louder than it had the prior hour and if they had never recieved a noise complaint before, they were surely going to recieve one now.
Lilian and Bea have lived in the apartment complex for a while now, they've made plenty of friends that live in the apartment complex and they've surely made enemies. Enemies such as Laney Jane just across the hall.
Laney was never the girl you'd want to mess with. If life was like highschool, Laney would be the queen bee and Beatrice would be somewhere along the lines of the unpopular one - she's gotten to be in that spot before. Laney and Beatrice became rivals about the second month they moved into the complex. Lilian had came home drunk and walked inside the wrong door leading Laney angry with the delusional Lilian sitting on her couch with a random man attached to her lips.
Taylor strode across the room and stood beside Bea, arms crossed and a smug smile on his face. "You were really serious when you said you weren't gonna let anyone in your room, huh?"
Beatrice's eyebrows rose and a chaste smile spread across her features, "I really was. Where's Lilian? I always lose her at parties and one day she's gonna regret it."
"She's back at the door - took over my spot. Hey, I have some friends coming over. Maybe you'll loosen up and actually hand out with them." Taylor leaned against the door, an action that caused Beatrice to swat him off until he moved a step away.
Beatrice wore a look of disapproval, "Don't touch my door! It's gross," she muttered, "and what do you mean loosen up? I'm perfectly okay with the way I am."
"Glad you're confident with yourself, but you really do need to loosen up. You're so consumed in the stars or whatever that you really don't have friends."
Bea's face fell and she stared at Taylor in confusion. He was her bestfriend's boyfriend, but that doesn't give him to right to call her out like that. The truth hurts and Beatrice found that out the hard way. "I'm gonna tell you beforehand because if Lily comes over to me crying saying I beat the living crap out of you, I'm gonna say I warned you. So, if you still want a dang reputation, I reccomend you leave me alone and possibly leave my house."
Taylor chuckled nervously, anxiousness making him sweat, "Look, I didn't mean it like that-"
"Damn right you didn't," she interjected, turning the shoulders of a tipsy girl that had made her way over to the bedroom.
"Beatrice, I like Lily a lot and in no way am I planning on losing her, so I wouldn't purposely try to wreck anything. I didn't mean for that to come out that way. I'm sorry, okay? Just, my boys will be here pretty soon and I think you should meet them."
Beatrice crossed her arms, tapped her foor against the floor, and gave Taylor a stern look. She was contemplating on the decision; whether she wanted to be left alone or meet friends. Taylor did say she needed to loosen up a bit. "If I don't like them I'm walking away."
"Thatta girl!"
Beatrice gave Taylor a slight push towards the door, insisting he goes back with Lilian.
"Why don't you and Lily go party? I'll lock my door from the inside or something and I'll handle the front door."
Taylor gave a small nod and pushed his way towards the front door in attempt to get his girlfriend. Beatrice opened the door, stuck her hand inside the room, locked the door, and closed it again. Sighing intently, she weaved her way through the crowd and followed Taylor's steps to the front.
Once she reached the door, she leaned against the wall that was directly next to the door. "Welcome. Drinks are over there. Don't go inside my room. Enjoy." She'd mutter, no emotion found in her voice.
Instead of looking at the people entering her house, she picked at her nails and played with the ends of her hair. Her black dress was making her extremely hot and her black Vans weren't helping. All the fans were on in the room and it made Beatrice wonder how people could withstand the heat whilst dancing at such close proximities.
"Beatrice?" A voice called.
The voice itself made her freeze and drop the ends of her hair. Her eyes widened and her once hot temperature seemed to have lowered to a freezing cold.
Against her will, she raised her head slowly; her eyes meeting the similar blue eyes she had somehow gotten to remember over the past days. Beatrice's cheeks reddened and her nose grew a deep scarlet shade.
"No celebrities in my household. Exit is that way," she pointed outside the room and into the hallway. Beatrice sighed, her head lowering once again as she met her face with her shoes.
"I was invited," he said innocently. He stood in his spot and leaned from foot to foot - transferring his weight from one side of his body to the next.
Hayes shifted to the side as a women unknown to Beatrice entered the small apartment, "stay out of my room!"
The space between Hayes and Beatrice had become quiet and awkward - the exception of the music still booming through to television speakers.
"I'm sorry," Hayes blurted, his eyes widening. His hands latched to themselves behind his back as he rocked on his heel.
Beatrice rolled her eyes and walked her way back to her room alone.
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