My Rude Saviour
1389 Words
“ Wake up baby girl.” Emile's voice echoed in my ears.
My eyes quivered as it set on both of them.
They were both elegantly dressed.
I took in a quick breath. “ Where are you guys going?” I said.
“Oooh, come on, have you forgotten about the party coming up tonight?. “Ivy said, sitting on my bed.
“I'm not going with you guys.” I said.
“Ooh, come on, this is your chance to show them that you don't care, that you are who you are despite whatever they do. Come on.” Emile muttered.
“Do it also for us, your friends, baby girl.” Ivy added.
“Alright, fine, give me a few minutes. “I responded, staggering up from the bed.
I stood at the front of the mirror in a body-hugging, knee-length gown.
My bright brown eyes ran through my reflection in the mirror.
Emile and Ivy had succeeded in forcing me to attend James's party.
My brows drew together. “Don't you think this gown is too short? “I said, turning to face Ivy.
Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh my God, Clara. You look so fantastic and beautiful in it.” She exclaimed.
I tucked in a smile, and I looked back at the mirror.
I knew the gown was nice, and it was really a fitting one for me, but that's not who I am.
Furthermore, I'd prefer a cold, normal life to an excessive fashionista.
“But I don't feel comfortable with it.” I voiced out.
“ Oh come on, Bestie, it's nice on you, and I don't expect you to wear one of those plain gowns of yours.” She said and brought out her makeup kit.
"I have shirts and trousers, Joyce.” I replied and pouted my lips.
“ No baby, I love this one of you.” She responded.
Her hands moved really fast as she added all manner of sorts on my face.
“ Are you guys not done?” Emile,Emile she said the moment she stepped in.
" Almost." Ivy and I said at the same time.
" You guys need to be fast, I will be back soon." She said and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
She was heading to her boyfriend's place he'd planned to follow us.
Silence stretched between I and Ivy, her hands moving quick and fast.
" Alright sweetie I'm done, check out yourself in the mir..ror." She said and swung the chair.
I let out a little gasp the minute I saw myself in the mirror.
If not because Joyce was with me I could have said it was a dream.
I knew I was beautiful but not as pretty as this.
I softly caressed my cheeks. It was good, the make-up was fantastic.
" What do you think?" She asked.
" Perfect, you're the best, Ivy. Thank you. " I replied.
" Always welcome Bestie, we need to go now so we don't get there late." Ivy mouthed.
" Okay, give me a minute to arrange the kits." I replied, my hands hovering on the kit box.
By the time we arrived at the party it was already in its full swing.
" I will see you guys later." Emile said with a braid smile.
Her hand trapped in her boyfriend, Mark, hand.
" Sure." I replied.
" Let me get a drink." Ivy yelled over the loud blasting of music.
I forced a smile. " Okay." I yelled back, watching her go off.
I lifted my legs and sat on the chair nearest me.
With Joyce gone. I somehow felt lost. I noticed some faces from school but wouldn't make out any of their names.
Parties like this were not meant for people like me.
Tuesday night, I would rather be in my room reading my books than partying.
There were no traces of Samantha or even Ethan.
And no one noticed I entered. They were busy enjoying themselves.
Emile and Ivy were right. I needed to let go a little.
My eye landed on James Hunter, there was a group of guys with him as usual.
" Up next is James Hunter!" The MC announced.
Screams and shouts erupted as James walked up to the stage with the group of guys.
" Hello guys, I hope you're having a great night party." He screamed out.
" Yeah." Some people responded, jumping up in response.
" Oh..yeah." He said, starting one of his popular songs.
I nodded my head slightly, moving my body to his song.
It was really interesting I must say and his voice was really good.
" Thank you, thank you." The MC mouthed after he was done.
I drew down my short body hugging gown immediately and I stood up.
I was pressed and I needed to ease myself.
My throat sucked dry as I waded through the crowd.
I covered my ears with my hands as I walked past one of the large speakers.
The bass pounding as loud as my heart.
I turned around to check if I could see Ivy, she had been gone for too long.
The air was suffocating. I took a deep breath, wishing I hadn't come here at all.
I needed air. I spun around and searched for the next available exit.
I sighed as I made my way to the door. I pushed through the entrance and made my way to the hallway.
The cold AC welcomed me as I stepped into one of the toilets to ease myself and then continue searching for Joyce.
I flung the door open and walked in. I bent down to wash my face when I heard a voice behind me.
" What are you doing here?" I heard a voice behind me.
I turned and met with a guy no one needed to tell me he was excessively drunk.
A smile surfaced on his cheeks as he scanned my body.
I walked past him to enter into one of the enclosed toilers.
" Hey baddie, what do you want to do in the guys' toilet? "
I froze. The guy's toilet? I didn't look well before entering.
" I'm sorry." I mumbled as I tried to walk out.
Something in his eyes told me it wasn't going to be that easy.
Before I could go, he dug his dirty fingernails into my sleeveless arm and squeezed.
I regretted wearing this dress for the first time tonight.
" You look hot, girl." His breath burned my skin.
" Please, " I begged him. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.
" We're only going to have a little fun," he said, trailing his hands up my hips.
I squeezed my eyes shut to block the thought of his hands on my boobs.
Before I could process what was happening.
I heard slight grunting and opened my eyes to see a toned figure beating the drunk guy.
The toned figure continued without stopping even when the drunk guy seemed to be losing his breath.
" It's enough. " I screamed out, dragging my saviour back.
I gasped as my eyes met with him. It was James Hunter. The popular celebrity king.
His brows drew together as his gaze landed on me.
" I'd left him if I knew it was you." He muttered.
" Whatever, thank you." I whispered.
" I don't need your thank you and by the way what are you doing in a guy's toilet. " He asked.
I stood there, puzzled, my words stuck in my throat.
" I don't appreciate talking to dumb people." He smoothed as he walked into one of the toilets.
Shit why wasn't I able to talk? He even called me a dumb person.
My gaze kept moving from the toilet he entered to the drunk guy lying lifeless on the floor.
I can't stay here for a minute more.
I pushed the door wide and quickly ran out
My heart raced as I ran as fast as I could.
I was still running when I heard his next words.
" Next time you better be careful, Clara Washington Julia." He shouted, loud enough to hear.
My blood ran cold. Julia.
No one knew that name. Not even Ivy.
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