We were at the party venue. Rowan and Davis were still arguing about something; I guess it's related to me. The Davis guy has a problem with me; I'm not exactly sure what it is. Not that I care, but he gets annoyed without a reason, and as far as my memory serves, I haven't given him the damn reason. Whenever we are together, his annoyance and frustration will always reek from him. I think he is jealous of our friendship or protectiveness over Rowan for no reason.
We entered the party hall, and in one glance, I concluded it was vanilla. Not that there were no nudes to greet us or make out in some corners, but the main attraction is somewhere else, probably in the basement or in some room.
The sleepless night had taken its toll; I was pissed and annoyed for every reason. It was at its peak that I wanted to get lost in something like drugs. I was coming up with something by going through my contacts, and by that time, I received a call from Rowan. I ignored the first two because my anger was not in my control, and I didn't want to lash out at the guy, but he never takes the bloody hint. I shouldn't know better. As it rang for the third time, I calmed down before receiving so that I could inform him politely that I was busy, but he didn't give me any chance. So, the reason why I am here. The word "party" felt like a treasure for the time, and Rowan was a blessing in disguise. If this party turned out to be vanilla, I would make a U-turn.
After thoroughly scrutinizing my surroundings, including every corner, I turned toward Rowan, whose eyes were searching for someone. Here we go again; as we entered, he started his hunt for his princess. His eyes were eager, full of anticipation, in between biting his lips, and his chest was heaving up and down as the second passed. I don't like his eyes, which always shine for a particular someone and sparkle like he found some treasure. I hate it. It doesn't feel right, and I just hate it even more when I am not able to find any reason behind my hate.
Finally, his eyes lit up when he found the one. It's debatable whether she is the one or not. The way things are going, I can't conclude anything because this girl is something else.
I faced the source of his happiness, who wore a maroon dress, the upper side of which was bare; the dress reached to about the knee. The dress was classy and elegant; damn, she looks gorgeous. She was chatting with her group of friends, making all girly gestures, and sipping something. She was eyeing a few things around her. I moved my eyes accordingly, and she was eyeing a few guys, including Rowan. She blushed when she greeted him. The other guys fall into certain categories; she is making sure to keep everyone in line because she is not able to decide. She is making sure to be as gentle as she can be toward the guys she was eyeing, and I love these types of girls. Can't ignore specific people due to surname; want to enjoy wildlife—that's possible with a guy who has a bad boy image and wants to be queen of the campus; that's possible with the star of the college. Wow, she is making sure to round up her goal.
I thought of approaching her to say hi as I fell in love with her bold thinking move, but something else caught my attention. Once again, I thoroughly checked the person to make sure it's the same guy or a different one. When I was staring at him, he turned and was in shock to see me. Definitely it's him. I checked on my mates: Rowan, who was still staring, and Davis, who was in a deep conversation with someone. Once again, I checked the guy who was in the same spot, smirking, and I was in front of him the next minute.
We were facing each other, the guy still smirking, and I with the glare, which did not affect him. "You know I was searching for you wherever I was attending the parties. You never showed up, or I probably missed it. This day turned out to be my lucky one." His eyes roamed everywhere without a care, and I let him. I was here to confront him about taking advantage of me, but here I am letting his perverted eyes roam wherever he wanted. I sighed. I am not this; I would just snap or even punch the guy, but I wasn't thinking either.
I leaned on the wall, and the guy didn't waste a second to fill the distance between us. He almost tried to fill the gap, and I am not an idiot to not understand his intention. My right hand went to his collar; I filled the gap that he was so desperate to fill, and I snarled at the guy. My hold was even stronger, which would surely bruise his neck. Like hell I care. He panicked a little; now we are talking about it. He fucking thought I would let him after whatever he was trying with me. "You will gather the crowd around us. Please let's talk civilly." I didn't budge, and a mini crowd started to form. "Ok, ok, I am sorry, and I promise I won't repeat it." That's the thing I expected from the beginning. I loosened my grip, and he straightened his clothes.
"Well, we are good, I guess, and I missed you." Is this guy for real? Like, seriously, what is wrong with him? I was annoyed for every reason he was giving me, and the glare turned harsher. "You were trying to take advantage of my drug state." The guy scoffed at that. "As if you let me, nothing happened; as you know, you just bloody threw me," I smirked at that, and he rolled his eyes.
"You know, if you are interested, there is something we can try. I spoke to a guy; everything was set in one of the rooms. This is what I came for and was talking about. Oh god, I needed this, but I know they can only get their hands on the items I have tried and I am tired of. Plus, I am not here alone. He watched me for my response, and I shook my head. "Come on, I will be a gentleman, I promise." My lips twitched at that, and I showed him my middle finger. "Well, you wounded me, and it will only heal if you kiss me." This guy doesn't give up.
We were silent, and I checked on Rowan and Davis, who were talking with someone. "Hi, I am Eddie. Nice to meet you, Dante, Morris's son. Your dad is too good at getting on my dad's nerves, you know?" I wasn't even surprised at how he knew about me. "You must be wondering about my dad, Andrew William, industrial development minister." I knew he was a politician's son, but not a minister with a strong connection. There will always be clashes between my father and him due to some petty things. Either of their egos definitely reaches the sky when they tangle.
"So, am I eligible at least for a kiss? Like, his background makes any difference. I eyed him up and down, noticing a few changes from the time we met. The thing he took started working on him. "You are high." He shrugged as a response. "But your presence is turning me more. Uff." I almost smiled when he pouted, seriously. Minutes passed as he waited for my response. When he got none, he suppressed a groan that was threatening. "I guess better luck next time, if there is a bloody one." By saying that, he averted his eyes immediately. He looked dejected and also sad for no apparent reason, and I didn't like seeing him this way. I just don't get a few things that are happening all of a sudden.
My anger would always be on the surface, which always threatens to erupt at the wrong or even the right move. The storm of emotions that I always felt when my night was attacked by nightmares, and the agitation for not remembering a single bloody thing. The series of questions that I am seeking answers to, which are unanswered till now. Exhaustion from a life that barely started, venting on everyone or on everything. My lonely life and my world are slowly cracking from the day I met the so-called 'friend.' A new update for my miserable life is Rowan, who is adding more, more, and more. The things with him don't make sense, and the same thing is happening at present. I wouldn't be bothered with how anyone felt, and I am good at ignoring, but strangely, I am slightly affected by this one.
"Let's make a deal." His ears and eyes perked up at that. "Drive me high all day." He slowly nodded in confusion, and I continued sipping my drink. "Ok, so how is that a deal?" I rolled my eyes and didn't elaborate. The guy huffed when I didn't speak and started pondering while tapping his fingers on the glass. "I have to drive you high; I got that part without any confusion, but then what?" Once again, he twisted the question, watching me keenly. I continued sipping. I met his gaze, and he was taken aback when it hit him. "Good luck," that's all I could tell him. "Finally, one of these days, my dream will turn into reality. Wow, I am going to add a lot more to my dream from now on. I promise it's a pure wild thing." I rolled my eyes, and he smirked.
"For now, this isn't going anywhere, and slowly I am losing control over certain body parts." I chuckled at his bluntness. "I need a distraction. Obviously, you are fueling my already high state, so yeah, I should do all the work. Let me give a small introduction about my family and me. About my dad, you already know. My mom is Therasa William, a sweet and lovely woman, and she is my life. If I were a ruler, I would definitely marry someone like her. I am the only son of William and want to become an aeronautical engineer. I love everything about a plane, designing and everything, but my dad is on a different page. He wants me to opt for politics or do a startup, and I am not interested in either. The guy just doesn't get it. There is always an argument regarding this, and also about my other unhealthy habits." He rolled his eyes at the last part. I listened to everything with interest, storing necessary details. I thought he was done with the one-sided speech. Oh boy, did I misinterpret. He just took a short break to sip the drink and, once again, started to speak about everything. He could definitely talk.
"Hey, who is the guy with Dante?" Tristan asked Davis and me by pointing in the direction where Dante stood. I was a little panicked about forgetting Dante for a while, and my eyes were on his glass, just to confirm what he was drinking. I sighed in relief when it was just juice, but that wasn't the case with my folks, as both were glaring.
Once again, my eyes fell on Dante and his companion. I have seen the other guy somewhere, and I don't know exactly where. With annoyance reeking, Davis spoke. "That's Edmond William, son of Andrew William, industrial development minister." Then hit me; I have met him at one of the business parties. He doesn't have a care in the world, kind of guy. Tristan, by facing me, spoke. "I told you to meet me first when you entered the hall." I rolled my eyes. "You were nowhere to be found; we searched." Annoyingly, he turned toward Dante. "They seem to be damn closed, and Dante easily doesn't entertain anyone." As if he knew him from years ago, but his statement is kind of true, too. I don't know why Davis was furious and annoyed, and why Tristan is irritated and angry. And also, I don't know whose wrath is beating whose. I also watched the scene where Dante was intently listening to something as Edmond was speaking. I didn't find anything to get annoyed or furious about, but the scene does irritate me because of the amount of attention that he invested in the guy. That's rare for him.
"I had told Davis that this party would help him in making friends, and I was right." Both faced me simultaneously with a look that said, 'Are you stupid,' I was confused. "What?" I don't find anything odd in my statement. "Look at them; do you think they are building a damn friendship?" Tristan said with annoyance. It's been years of friendship with him, but sometimes I just don't get him. He is friendly but angry most of the time for no reason. Sarcasm will always be overloaded whenever he is with me. He always finds something to upset me, annoy me for every reason that he gets, and still, he clings to me when I try to maintain distance from him.
"What else?" I wanted to know what they both knew. "Ignore Rowan." That came in unison, and I huffed. My eyes were still on Dante, who was patiently listening to Edmond. Here and there, his lip would twitch, shaking and nodding his head when it's necessary, and something else, his gaze. He was mesmerized and captured, and his eyes were set only on that guy. His attention is not diverted; his eyes didn't take note of anyone else. It's been a few months of meeting Dante, and this is the first time I have experienced something new, a different face of Dante. That's odd; there was no change in the way he was acting; it's usual, except for the frown that was missing.
I never thought my eyes would take a diversion from Isabella for even a second.