The Party
956 Words
~Jasmine~
The night had fallen over the city of Grand Midea.
Dark clouds filled the skies and rain threatened to fall.
“Ahh!!”
I left out a frustrated groan as I continued to pace to the party in my high silhouettes.
I could barely keep my balance, and I threatened to fall a couple of times already.
“Are you okay?” that's when I realized I was walking next to Alice.
My best friend since… forever actually. She walked elegantly taking massive strides with her heels as though she was born to wear them.
Her wore a beautiful red dress that hugged her body exposing a little of her breasts.
Her long blonde hair moving with the wind.
Alice was a party person.
She could literally mingle with anyone she wishes.
She was confident and had a charm no guy could resist.
But for me the contrary was the case. I wasn't a party person, infact I hated them. I was rather much of an introvert, who really hated to mingle with others and was a bit shy.
“I'm good.” I answered her.
When we finally reached, the house was alive with the loud music thundering through the speakers.
The conversations of various people formed into a mass noise, where one couldn't even hear her own thoughts.
“I don't like this Alice.” I yelled out to her, but the tone I'm my voice was tuned off by the noise.
“You'll like it trust me.”
“Follow me!”
I followed Alice through the crowded living room, picking a red plastic cup more for appearances than anything else.
We walked into a crowd of people by a makeshift bar.
She immediately began to mingle with them. I could see literally flirting with two guys at the same time.
It wasn’t my scene, never had been but Alice had insisted I come to the party for… socialization.
So here I was, trying to blend into the background while she soaked up the energy of the room.
I filled in my cup and took a seat by the corner of the room sipping at my cold beer, my eyes scanning the crowd out of habit rather than interest.
Suddenly, I felt a tingle at the back of my neck.
It was as though I was being watched, or even stalked.
I turned my head slightly trying to find my stalker.
There!! His piercing eyes landed at me again.
He was leaning casually against the far wall, a drink in one hand, but his attention was entirely fixed on me.
Dark eyes, intense and unyielding, locked onto mine.
He had a black curly hair. He was easily the most handsome man I've ever seen.
But yet something about him made my hair stand up.
I quickly looked away, my heart skipping a beat.
“Was he looking at me?”
Maybe I’d imagined it. Maybe he wasn’t staring at me but at someone near me. I glanced back.
No, there was no mistaking it. His gaze hadn’t wavered, and the longer I pretended not to notice, the heavier his stare seemed to grow.
I snapped my head back in his direction.
What!!
He's gone.
But he was just there a second ago. Where could he have gone?
The air in the room felt suddenly thick, tension aroused in my veins.
A certain restlessness gripped me.
My grip tightened around the cup, my pulse quickening.
I glanced frantically from left to right. What was his problem? Why me?
Suddenly I felt a nudge on my back causing me to scramble from my seat.
“Stay away from me!”
“Alice?” I let out a huge sigh of relief seeing Alice.
But I also feel like a complete fool right now.
“You okay?”
Alice asked, I could see her trying so hard to hold in her laughter.
“Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile. “I think I’m just tired. I might head out soon.”
“But… you just got here!” she protested, but I shook my head.
“I know, but I'm not really feeling well.”
“Okay, but can I atleast walk you halfway? It's very dangerous to walk alone by this time.”
“I'll take a taxi. Text you later,” I said, already backing away.
The thought of staying even a moment longer, with his eyes boring into me or me looking over my shoulder hoping he's not coming for me made it less of a hard choice for me.
As I stepped outside into the cool night air, a little bit relief washed over me.
But even as I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling of that piercing stare.
I waited for any car or taxi outside.
But it was already late and there were no empty vehicles avaliable at that moment.
My house was just about fifteen minutes away.
Maybe I'll just walk.
I dressed my gown and began walking.
Strolling through the night, only the flickering street light served as illumination.
A certain erring feeling gripped me. I quickened my steps the more when I was far from the party and there was not another person on the street.
Suddenly a car stopped beside me.
My body froze when I heard a few voices that resounded drunk.
“What's a sweetie like you doing all alone?”
“Want a ride?”
“Hello beatiful lady… Come! We will send you home.”
My body broke out in sweat. My heart began to pound profusely.
I needed to run, and fast. If I don't that could only lead to one thing.
Me getting r***d or even worse..
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