Burning Coldness

|WALLOWING IN DESPAIR|

Saturday. Andrew wasn’t fond of weekends at all. He was probably the only teenager in the world who felt that way, but for Andrew weekends meant too much free time. You may ask what is wrong with free time. Well, Andrew usually spent his free time wallowing in despair, and which usually lead him to realization of how lonely he is, and he didn’t like thinking about that.

He never showed or wanted to show vulnerability, not even to himself. That is why he hated weekends, loneliness would show its ugliness head and seep through the tranquility of his penthouse and envelope his completely in its suffocating embrace.

Andrew was awake, lying under his soft sheets, staring at his ceiling and listening to the silence of his home. He closed his eyes, wishing that he was back in vivid Paris, spending time with his grandparents, and exploring the beauty of Eifel Tower and the city as well.

His parents haven’t been home for almost the whole week. He saw his father maybe once, and his mother one and half times, if he counted the time, he can count it in his fingers. Bridget was away, having a free day or something. Not even Primo was here, the dog walker have took him out.

I am fearless. I don’t need anyone to babysit me. He motivates himself as he got out of his bed. He decided he head to get out of his house, or else he would get stuck in melancholy again, and inevitably start moping around. He thought of tonight’s party, but that didn’t mean he didn’t plan on looking fantastic. He figured he probably buy a new tuxedo and pair of leather shoes, and besides he had a reason to get out of here.

He quickly texted his minions to be ready in an hour and wait for him at Sixth Avenue and 55th street. They all quickly responded that they will be there. He smirked mischievously, satisfied that he had such power over them.

A few hours later, he was walking down the street towards shopping mall with his minions. They were trailing behind him, but that proved a bit challenging since they were carrying Andrew’s shopping bags. Andrew went on shopping spree, spending thousands of dollars in just few hours. He seemed content through which his minions embraced with relief, they know how scary he is when not in the mood.

It was almost 9:00 0’clock in the evening. Andrew was ready to go, he checked himself in the mirror before exiting his penthouse. He was happy with the way he looked. His hair was combed in one-sided. He had put on some facial treatment to accentuate his masculinity. His tuxedo suited him very well. He looked ruggedly handsome as usual.

He arrived at the party in 15 minutes. On the way, Isabelle attempted at small talk with him but he wasn’t responsive. He wondered why he was tired. Probably she thinks she’ll get some night. He thought to himself. He wasn’t fond of that idea, he never really felt sparks with Isabelle or enjoyed s*x with her, but he did it anyways out of obligation.

He sighed in disbelief. He never cheated on her though, because he didn’t feel the need of s*x, he attributed s*x as one of the primitive human needs and he was above of that. He always wanted the best for himself and Isabelle was the most popular girl at school. So what if s*x is boring, I’m dating the hottest girl in school. He rationalized.

They parked on a curb in front of a huge mansion. Luxurious cars and limousines were parked everywhere, and he could feel the music blasting from the house. They entered the huge house hand in hand, as the couple expected to. He smiled to himself when he saw heads turning in their direction.

Everyone wanted them and wanted to be them. People were scattered everywhere, he could notice some were already intoxicated by liquor and making out or grinding to the erotic music. He scrunched his nose in disgust, he forgot how much he despise these teenage parties. “This will be a long night.” Andrew muttered.

Isabelle was having men hugging her. Slut. He could have thought to himself. “Let’s get some drinks, Andrew.” He hugged him along. She poured them tequila and handed him a cup with something foul inside.

“What is this?” He asked as he sip of his drink. He cringed at the foul taste in his mouth and threw up.

“Come on here, Andrew! Don’t be such a prude! Drink up, it’s a party!” Isabelle frowned at him.

“Excuse me for not liking this type of party, if this disgusting drinking s***h orgy can be called a party at all!” Andrew hissed in Isabelle’s face annoyed by his crude comment.

“Don’t get all worked up, you just look so handsome tonight, and I just want you to have a good time. You know, you’ve been tensed up these days.” She smiled at him as she hugged him from behind.

“I can be relaxed when I want to.” He wiggled out of her grasp.

“Well, show it to me, then.” She sighed, obviously getting agitated herself.

Andrew glared at her once more and then downed the drink emptying the cup in seconds. Tequila burned his throat as Isabelle looked at him with widen eyes. She didn’t actually expect him to accept her challenge. Andrew didn’t either but he was sick of everything, and decided since he is already at this horrible party he might as well try to improve his evening with couple of drinks. And he will show his obtuse girlfriend he can be fun if he wants to.

Couple of drinks later and he was pretty tipsy. He drowned his drinks really fast, he was pissed for himself for even trying to prove himself to her. She was still smiling at him, obviously excited to see him accepting her challenge.

When she thought about it, she never actually saw him relaxed and having fun. So she was going to make the most of this night, and the way he looked tonight, she had to have him in her bad by the end of the night.

“What’s next? You want me to grind on you to show you how fun I am?” Andrew asked Isabelle in a drunken voice.

Without noticing the sarcasm, she got the image flashing in her mind but before accepting the offer, she saw some people playing spin the bottle.

“I’ve got a better idea.” She smirked, and grabbed his hand, tugging him towards the circle.

“No, you’re not Isabelle!” He said as he get his hands off her.

“Why not, you said you will have fun tonight?” Isabelle frowned at him, agitated with his stuck up attitude.

“You think that because I am a tipsy that you can take me into playing this disgusting game and kissing some horny gays and girls? And what are we, thirteen? I can’t believe you, you’re unpredictable!” He hissed venomously at her.

“You can be an i***t for all I care. But I will have fun.” She started towards the circle and then looked over her shoulder and added, “Besides, you are not the only handsome here tonight.” She turned her back and smiled straight at Nathaniel who was sitting in the circle and as usual smiling cheerfully at people.

He could feel his temper raising like a lava and liquid hatred burning through his nerves. If looks could kill, Nathaniel would be kill at the spot. He doesn’t really like this man. In fact, he hates him to the death.

His face disgusts him. He couldn’t allow Isabelle to kiss that man, even in a game. Andrew hissed under his breath, and approached the circle. He glared at the people to give him a way so he could comfortably sit. He sat there to make sure if Nathaniel only looked at the wrong way, he will punch him in the gut and for all with his raging fury.

“Newbies, spin the bottle!” Some random drunken guys cheered. He obviously didn’t notice Andrew’s angry face. He looked straight at Isabelle, warning her not to do anything that she will regret. She just grinned at him, a bit surprised that he will caved in after all. She was turned on by his angry face, she could already imagine his writhing and panting beneath her tonight.

Isabelle laughed in amusement. She kept looking at him as she spun the bottle, his green eyes following him closely. Her bottle turned on some random guy. He was a bit disappointed it wasn’t Nathaniel. She would love to lock lips with that guy, he was smoking hot, and especially tonight. She giggles with the naughty thoughts. He wouldn’t mind about Andrew at all.

“Now, that would be something.” She thought to herself. Her lips lingered a bit longer on the random guys who was obviously under the moon as she kissed them. She parted from him and smirked at Andrew’s side, expecting to see him jealous, but he looked calmer now, not caring about her in slightest bit. Isabelle sighed in disappointment.

“Hey, handsome. It’s your turn now.” Drunken girl shouted again, eliciting deadly stare from Andrew. He didn’t want to do this, but he couldn’t chicken out now. Alcohol that he downed so fast earlier was still making him a bit fuzzy, and heightened his emotions. Pissed Andrew and alcohol wasn’t a good combination at all.

Even though, he calmed down a bit after he saw Isabelle didn’t kiss Nathaniel. He was him and that smiley bloke wasn’t getting anywhere near her. Andrew could imagine them kiss, him holding her hands around his body, her hands in his blonde hair, and her mouth on his soft, pink lips.

Wait, seriously? Soft and pink lips? Andrew mentally slapped himself. He was inwardly raged, trying to keep his mask in check. Andrew snatched the bottle from the middle, and violently spun it, causing it to fly and land in someone’s lap. He raise his green gaze to look at the person, and maybe for the first time in his life, his eyes almost popped out of its sockets, and his mouth almost fell to the floor as he notice who was the person holding the bottle in his lap.

Andrew wasn’t the one for the use of profanities, but the only word on his mind at that moment was, “f**k my life!”