Adaline
The music was blasting through the speakers giving me a little buzz every time the beat dropped.
I scrunched up my nose in disgust at the alcohol and sweat smell that lingered in the air. To add to the smell, the people were also grinding on each other, some girls were twerking and a lot of people were making out , almost doing the deed on the dance floor.
In a far corner were some people were chatting and some of them were playing on their phone, wanting nothing more than to get out of here. I pursed my lips. I feel ya, buddies.
I also saw some people passed out on the couches or even on the floor. I shook my head. Too much alcohol I suppose.
Some boys winked at me or even checked me out as they passed by , holding a drink in their hand. Although, their eyes always stopped at my chest or at my legs. This made me regret that I didn’t bring a jacket like Jemima did.
My skirt reached my mid-thigh and the tank top on me showed a little bit of skin.
I shuddered in disgust and fear at their stares and began to feel very self-conscious and exposed.
But it isn’t like when Ayato saw you naked.
My evil conscience decided to kick in and made me feel more and more exposed.
Oh damn, well I hate you too conscience.
I tried to tug at my skirt so , magically, will grow longer. Yeah, no luck.
A hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged me to a bar.
For a second I panicked, but then I saw that it was Jemima who was dragging me. She was grinning and , from time to time, winking at some cute boys. I swallowed the feeling of puke that stood in my neck.
We stood on some bar stools. I got my phone out and looked at the clock: 10:34 P. M.
I groaned quietly. Seriously?! I need to spend time in this hell hole until tomorrow?!
Jemima waved and called the bartender. He turned around , smiled and gave one of that boyish nod of head. But I have to admit, it looked cool.
He came to us and greeted Jemima. “What’s up Jemmy?”
He was hot , I have to say. He has blonde hair and green eyes. He has also a strong jaw and he was tall. His white T-shirt hung on him and showed his worked out muscles.
But I need to admit that Ayato looks way more hotter, sexier, dangerous and mysterious than him. In other words, more better.
What the fuck am I thinking here?
Jemima smiled and put her elbows on the ‘O’ shaped table, leaning her chin against her palms. She was blinking more than normal. Wait… was she flirting?
Oh, this will be interesting…
“Oh nothing, just chilling here with my sister , Adaline.” She pointed to me and then she looked back at … what the hell his name is.
Chilling? Seriously?! What the hell , Jemima? At a party you would do no such a thing as chilling…
The bartender snapped his eyes to me and smiled , extending his palm for me. I put my hand in his and we shook hands.
“Oh well, I’m Zach and I suppose you’re Adaline, Jemima’s sister.” I smiled politely and nodded my head.
“Yup. That’s me! Are you the host of this party?” I asked him as he leaned more closer to me so he could understand me. Of course that we were actually shouting as we spoke , because of this loud music we couldn’t hear a thing if we weren’t shouting.
After Zach caught what I asked , he nodded his head and looked around, proud of himself. “Yup!”
“It’s a pretty good party, seeing as this is my first party!” His head snapped to me and he stared at me in disbelief. I blushed a little bit, embarrassed.
“Seriously?!” I nodded my head and looked down, ashamed. Zach laughed and I blushed more. “Oh c’mon, don’t be embarrassed. I’m glad that my party is your first one.” I raised my eyes to meet his eyes and smiled.
Zach smiled back and turned to Jemima. “Jemmy, babe, I see that you have very little make-up on you.” Zach commented and Jemima gave him a tight smile, glaring at me from sideways.
“You should do it more like this. It looks good on you.”
“Seriously?!” Jemima’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then she recovered and waved a hand nonchalantly. “I mean, yeah. I know. Thank you!”
I stiffened a laugh and resisted the urge to say to her “Told ya!”.
Zach clapped his hands and then rubbed them. “So , what can I get for you?”
Jemima opened her mouth first. “A tequila with beer.”
“A tequila with beer will come immediately!” Zach gave her a grin , then turned to me. “And for you?”
I thought about what should I get. I don’t want alcohol or something that contains alcohol. Oh my God, I’m going to embarrass myself.
“Umm… a Sprite?” I managed to say , but it came out like a question. Zach raised an eyebrow. I shrugged and he went to take our drinks.
Jemima turned to me with an “are-you-kidding-me?” look. I sheepishly smiled at her and shrugged, before turning around to inspect my surroundings.
The flashing lights made me a little bit dizzy and the smell in here didn’t help either.
My eyes skipped over the surprising amount of people that fitted in here , searching for one person. Ayato.
The hell am I looking for him, I do not know it myself.
I just need to know if he’s here. And also to ask him why he texted me.
I sighed as I didn’t catch even a glimpse of him. I turned around right when Zach was bringing our drinks. I take it and eyed it suspiciously. Is it spiked?
As if reading my thoughts , Zach answered me. “Is not spiked. You can drink.”
After that he left , not wanting to take our money.
But I still do not understand what is he doing here as a bartender if he’s the host.
Jemima sipped from her drink and then put it down on the table, raising up. I looked at her and furrowed my eyebrows.
“Where are you going?” I was pretty scared now that she wanted to leave me alone here. She smiled and pointed to a cute guy who was giving her a flirty look.
“I’m just going to dance with that guy. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” And with that she went to the guy. They chatted a little bit and then they began to dance. I don’t know when that happened, but they were full on making out right now.
“Eww, what the fuck Jem?” I muttered under my breath and turned around. I played with the cup in my hand , not wanting to drink. But , seeing as I didn’t have nothing to do, I took the cup to my mouth ready to drink from the Sprite.
“Are you seriously going to drink from that?” An incredulous, but stern voice was heard over the music, right next to my side.