My Best Friend Is A Pixie

2. Narissa

The music was so loud I could feel my chest vibrating with it. The air in this place felt thick and suffocating. It was as if I was trapped inside a room just after it had rained. It wasn't even this humid during monsoon season.

I spun the whisky inside the glass, watching as the cool liquid's surface touched the walls of the 6th shot that I was holding. Of course I could drink more than just 6 shots but considering my age, this was still commendable.

The bartender behind the stone counter eyed me. He'd been gawking at me non-stop, his dirty eyes travelling and observing every curve of my body. I wasn't even wearing an exposing or slutty dress. It was a simple off-shoulder grey top and white ripped jean shorts. But that b*stard could still ogle my body that hungrily.

I brought the glass shot to my lips and tipped my head backwards, letting the golden liquid in. It scorched my lips as it passed by them and burned my throat as it fell inside me. Even though it tasted hella bitter and rich, I still wanted more.

"One more." I motioned to the sick tender. He smirked and refilled my shot.

"You have excellent tolerance, might I say. Most pass out by this time."

I eyed him, annoyed by his bickering. For his information, I had an exceptionally high tolerance for alcohol. The point where people black out, I would only be mildly dizzy.

And fully aware. Which means that I never forget what I did when I was drunk or before I was drunk.

Which was a plus and a minus too.

A plus in a way that I never woke up in a stranger's apartment without any recollection of the day before.

A minus in the way that no matter how hard I tried, I could never drink down my sorrows.

And I seemed to have plenty of them.

"Just mind your own business." I snapped, chugging down the shot.

"Ooh, a feisty one." He said, his voice husky.

I rolled my eyes. "Here," I roughly opened my purse and slid the credit card in his direction.

He picked it up and reading the information on it, his eyes widened. "You're just 19?! But-" he looked me up and down.

The music was beginning to hammer me in the head. These people seriously needed a new DJ.

"I'm legal. So please, keep your worries up your a*s and take the money so I can leave. This place is damn annoying." I mumbled the last part, tugging at my long, auburn hair.

I was regretting not tying them up and letting them loose. This place was seriously stuffy and my hair stuck to my back like glue.

He quickly dragged it down the slit of the credit card machine and then slid it back to me, making sure his gross, slightly sweaty hand grazed mine as I took it.

"Hey listen, if you're free tomorrow would you- Hey!" He yelled over the loud music but I was already out the door.

I sighed in relief when the music faded and the clean, fresh air hit me in the face. I pulled the chains of my purse out, swinging it over my shoulder.

I tried to squinting, to see if I could see anything blur. Nope. Everything was in perfect shape. Not doubled or moving around.

I guess I didn't drink enough. Probably should've taken more shots of that whisky. I was just going to walk home to my dad who must be sucking face with his girlfriend again.

That's what irked me the most. It hadn't even been that long since my mother passed away, the woman he'd claimed to love with his everything and yet, he moved on this fast.

It took him a year to move on. Only a year.

I walked down the dark street, my feet in perfect sync with each other. It was as if I was totally sober.

I had considered driving here, but I didn't want to be bailed out by dad after I would be arrested for DUI, after I stormed out of the house following an arguement with him.

"I'm not saying you should change or anything, Nessi. But it would really help me if you could stop being so difficult." He mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

"Me? Are you sure I'm the one who's being difficult here?" I asked him, eyeing his girlfriend who was standing behind him, pretending to be concerned about the situation.

"What I mean is that, will you please stop being so rude to Jane? She was just trying to help."

"Yes, help. She was trying to help erase my mother from this house forever! Of course, she didn't have any problem doing that to your heart." I grumbled.

"Narissa!" He yelled.

I turned around and stalked out of the kitchen, ignoring the stinging pain of the burn I had gotten while making dinner for myself since our maid, Kaila, was on a two-day vacation.

I heard him call after me but I was mad so I didn't even look back.

Lifting the sleeve of my blouse up, I observed the burn. It still stung slightly but I no longer cared. My life was already in shambles. Let's just add a

I didn't give a damn about anything. I no longer had friends that I cared about. My grades were drastically falling and my relationship with my father was ready to hit rock bottom.

And now, it was as if my life refused to take a new turn. A turn where I would find happiness too. Where I would feel contended.

All I knew now was that there was no place on earth where I could feel completely happy.

"Wake up, young miss. Your father is calling for you." I rubbed my eyes and shrivelled my arms around, trying to get rid of the annoying noise.

"Go away Kaila. I want to sleep."

"No, you have to meet him in his library. He has something important to discuss with you. You must hurry," she coaxed.

Frustrated, I flung the covers off me and sprang to my feet. Stalking off to the bathroom, I deliberately took my time showering and dressing before I followed Kaila to dad's library.

He sat behind his desk, elegantly flipping through the pages of a book. Kaila closed the door behind me, leaving the two of us surrounded by awkward silence.

I took a seat near his desk.

"You know," he began, "A marvelous way to describe yourself and your problems? Write. Write down whatever you feel. Bring your emotions to the paper and send your reader in a tumultuous world that exists only inside your brain."

I didn't say anything. I had already been rude to him constantly throughout the week so I didn't feel like being rude to him right now. Unnecessarily too, that is.

He closed the book and finally looked up. He looked like he had aged a couple of years since the last time I saw him. The skin around his eyes and mouth was slightly wrinkled. He had a light stubble growing and his green eyes looked burdened.

I felt bad but when I remembered how fast he moved on from my mother, I suddenly felt less guilty.

"We're moving back to Sun Cliff. You're going to go back to school-"

"Wait! Who decides this?" I interrupted. I could feel those feelings of fury ascending my body up again.

How could he decide that without even asking me first?

"I did," he sighed. "I'm tired of us arguing like this over and over again. It's been 2 years now, Nessi. Coming to Emeraldford didn't do either of us any good. I got a call from Troy and he's ready to transfer to office here while I'll take up the main branch back there."

I frowned. I didn't want to go back. The town was muddy and the people there were muddy.

"I don't want to go back! Why do you never ask before deciding these things?!" I protested.

"What I said is decided. We're moving back." He replied firmly.

At that moment, the door opened and Jane walked in. Her stilettos clunked against the marble tile floor of Dad's study.

"This is your doing isn't it?!" I yelled.

She halted in her tracks, a taken aback look on her face. "Me?"

"Yes you!" My eyes flashed. I stood up, my chair scrapping loudly as I pushed it back. "You have him under your spell since the past year! I haven't hated anyone as much as I hate you!"

"Narissa!" Dad yelled, standing up as well. "Go back to your room this instant! Jane has nothing to do with this." He jabbed a finger towards the study door.

I stared angrily at Jane while she stared back at me, a fake, hurt expression on her face. "Narissa I-" she began but Dad raised his hand, stopping her.

I stomped out, slamming the door behind me.

***

I stood infront of the huge, cream coloured house with the dark brownish roof. It towered over my face, blocking the sunlight from nearly blinding me. Behind me, I could hear Dad and Jane trudging towards the gates. I watched as the butler walked past me carrying all of our luggage.

How the heck is he carrying all that at once?

Both of them entered without saying anything to me. They knew I was in a foul mood and not to talk to me when that happens.

Pushing the door to my room open, I looked around. Everything was just like I had left it.

Unchanged.

The walls were still a fresh grey colour. The bed looked like it had been just made. The cupboard stood adjacent to it and the three small couches sat on the left side of the room. The rugs looked the same though I think there had been cleaning going on in this room.

I dropped my bag and threw myself over the bed, face towards the ceiling.

I closed my eyes, imagining Mom next to me. Her smile. Her pretty golden brown eyes and auburn hair. The skin around her mouth wrinkled as she just grinned at me with a fond look on her face.

She disappeared when the door opened and the woman who stole her husband walked in instead.

"Narissa?" She said feebly.

I did not lash out at her because I wasn't in the mood.

"What are you doing here?" I muttered, not moving.

"I uh- brought your school schedule and book bag." She raised up an envelope and a blue school bag in her hands.

"Put them on the table and leave."

She placed them and looked at me again. She looked like she wanted to say something.

"What do you want?" I sighed.

"I don't understand why don't you like me, Narissa. It's not like I killed your Mom or broke her house. It's as if you blame me that she died in that car accident." Her voice slightly shook as she said it, brushing her long black hair behind her shoulders.

"I don't blame you for her death. I blame you for making Dad forget about her." I replied.

"But-"

"Forget it. I don't want to hear it. Just leave." I rolled over and put a pillow over my face.

I heard the click of the door a second later.

***

The hallways of Sun Cliff High stood abuzz with chattering students. As soon as I stepped inside, everyone turned their attention to me.

'She's back!'

'Didn't you say she went crazy?'

'Look at her! She's changed so much!'

'I wonder if she's still the same b***h she used to be.'

The whispering of people was annoying me but I knew they were intimidated by my comeback.

I raised my nose higher in the air, my hair falling over my waist. I had put on high heeled silver boots with a cute, short black skirt and a short, red top. My book bag hung low over my shoulder as I walked down the hall with confidence.

'Look at her!'

'She still thinks she owns the place.'

'What a b***h!'

From across the hall, Marinna Summers turned around, her perfect blonde hair falling in curls behind her shoulders. She also had two of her most trusted sidekicks by her side, Pauline and Kylie. The possy stared at me as I trudged forward.

Marinna wore a tight outfit that stuck to her like second skin. A short, barely there, onesie with a leopard design, heels so high they could literally break your feet and a very obvious nose job. She smiled at me, baring her perfectly white teeth which were surrounded by dark red paint stuck to her lips.

A fake smile.

She didn't used to be like this. She was always the quiet one of our group, hiding in the shadows and being easily scared. We used to be the best of friends back when I attended Sun Cliff High. But when I discovered that she was just a wannabe who was only interested in my spot as the school's most popular girl, our friendship strained.

She walked forward and met me halfway.

"Hello, Nessi. Long time no see?"