My Moon Luna

Chapter 3 ( One drink )

"Don't look at Issac, you’ll get in trouble." Brook poked me in the shoulder, forcing me to focus on her.

"Trouble? Issac's a school principal, not a serial killer." I smiled, returning my gaze to Brook.

"If Issac sees us here, we're going to be thrown out of college. Don't forget we're first-year students." Brook gave me a warning look.

"Come on, let's go to the bar and relax a bit." I wink at Brook, turning on my heel walking towards the bar.

"I'll pay to celebrate the roommate thing." Brook bumped our hips laughing out loud.

My mind kept worrying about why Issac was at this big party, although I probably shouldn't pry outside my own business but curiosity was eating me up inside. Shaking my head, I try put all these stupid thoughts out of my head and relax. Issac is a grown-up, so it is up to him to decide when to have fun, or work.

I lean against the bar, raising my hand as I wait for the charming brunette bartender to approach me. Brook sat down next to me. Her two dark eyes shifted towards the guy sitting nearby, and a flirtatious smile appeared on her face.

"He's not a bad option." Brook turned her eyes to me.

"I'm here to party, Brook, not to find a partner." I smiled, giving my roommate a rugged look.

"What's up with you two beautiful ladies?" The barmaid looked at us with sparkling eyes.

"For me, bloody mayor's stammer, what are you drinking, Amelia?" Brook's eyes went from the barmaid to me.

"Whiskey on ice." I smiled, looking into the bartender's dark eyes.

"Strong choice Amelia, later you’ll end up needing help getting home." Brook raised her eyebrows and smiled broadly.

I can't imagine how Brook behaves when drunk. From the very first moment, she looks cheerful and crazy. I looked around at the students having fun - some dancing, others drinking and some chatting quietly. A slight smile rose on my face when looking at the people who were having fun. My foot was beating the rhythm of the music. It seems like a very long time since I've been to such a big party. It's so good to relax after all the work I had to do over the summer. This party is a natural refreshment for the heart. However, even if I'm not a party lioness, I don’t refuse to drink, dance and have fun.

"Here are your drinks, girls." The bartender pushed them in our direction.

Brook held out her card towards the barmaid, who just smiled broadly. She shook her head, indicating that there was no need to pay for the drinks. Free alcohol? This party seemed to be even better than expected.

"Party at Barewood College's expense. Enjoy your evening, beauties." The bartender winked as she made her way to the next customer.

I took the cool glass in my hand, which was chilled with ice. I wouldn't say I like to drink weak drinks like a bloody Mary, cider, or whatever. Of course, more potent alcohol affects the body faster, which is a big plus. Although I'm not a big drinker, this is an excellent time to relax. I don't think we have to attend another party during the school year. This opportunity is probably my last chance to relax before school starts. Brook held out her glass towards me.

"To my roommate." She smiled broadly, looking at me with her brown eyes.

"To my roommate." I smiled and clinked my glass.

I put the glass to my lips and sipped on the drink. The pungent liquid ran down my throat, making the corner of my lips rise, the nutty aftertaste was terrific. That is alcohol worthy of the name. No idea how many hundreds, maybe thousands, this party will cost, but that is none of my business. The loud music and the first sips of alcohol soon made my body relax.

"Lady with the beautiful shimmering dress, may I ask you to dance?" a man's voice rang out behind me.

I knew that this address was not for me but for Brook. My roommate's eyes darted behind me, the back to me, and her eyebrows raised, as if silently asking if it was okay to leave me alone.

"Go on, have fun, you’ll find me here." I smiled and winked at Brook.

"After this song, we'll drink round two." Brook got up from her chair and walked into the arms of a guy she just met.

I raised the glass to my lips, savouring the incredible taste in my mouth once more. I'm sure standing on my own two feet will be complicated by the end of the party, if I kept drinking at this rate. Tomorrow is the weekend, so I’ll probably stay in bed all day. I felt a figure taking Brook's place on the chair. I ignored the person, but I felt a little uncomfortable. Although the person thinks the chair is vacant, they took Brook’s place and it is my responsibility to keep it empty. My head turned to face a guy who was already looking at me with his dark eyes.

"What's such a gorgeous girl doing alone at the bar?" the stranger looked at me with a flirtatious smile.

"This place is taken." I nodded at the guy sitting next to me.

I could see perfectly well that he was a little older than me. Of course, maybe I could be wrong, he had dark eyes, a devious look and blond white hair. Furthermore, he seemed to like to pay attention to his appearance, wearing a neatly pressed beige shirt and black trousers with a strong smell of alcohol coming from him. A few wrinkles were appearing on my forehead from the anger rising inside me. I am just here to have fun, not to look for a boyfriend or one-night adventure. Of course, the men studying here are just like everyone else, trying to get someone into bed. My skin was crawling, and unpleasant shivers ran down my spine at the thought. I certainly do not intend to be his prize or his trophy tonight.

"You seem to have a sharp tongue – I like it. I could teach you a few tricks." The man raised his eyebrows, leaning slightly towards me.

"I'm not interested in one-night adventures. I'm not interested in men at all." My angry brown eyes travelled on the person who was violating my personal space.

"You look damn sexy, baby girl." The man's face broke into a broad smile, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at my chest.

"How can I put this nicely? f**k off" with one motion, I downed my drink.

I raised my hand to ask the cute barmaid to repeat the order and she placed a full glass in front of me. Why is it so hard for guys with their big egos, to accept a no from a girl? Men who have no self-respect and lose a word of war can just walk away, as they should. Is it necessary to spoil my peaceful evening of relaxation with your tongue and your disgusting thoughts? Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Immediately a few lines of disgust appeared on my forehead. How dare this inadequate man touch me? The stranger was running his fingers over my bare shoulder. With a quick motion, poured the entire contents of the glass directly into the man's face.

"Don't touch me." My voice was an octave higher.

A few students’ eyes darted towards me. Over the loud music, my voice hushed the jokes and quiet conversations going on around me. My angry eyes rested on the man whose light t-shirt now had a huge stain down the front. His drunken eyes instantly became full of rage. I don't care about his opinion, I’m not going to be touched by some strange guy. My body is my fortress and I decide what to do with it or who to give it to. One thing is clear though, this man is not on that list. Although I am sad at the thought that I had to spill my glass over this asshole. My eyes went to the person's raised hand. Is he going to hit me? He wouldn't kill a fly with that reaction.

I kicked my high heel against the chair where he was sitting, pushing it with a light movement. Before my eyes, the stranger instantly fell to the ground but in one swift motion, he rose from the ground. He walked towards me, swaying, ready for the second blow - stubborn little dog. Now I had no way to defend myself. My brown eyes continued to watch the man who had drunk heavily. Is he such an i***t that he raises his hand against a woman? I hate people who, after drinking alcohol, do not know their place. If you're going to behave like an i***t, then leave this party.

"Get out." A low male voice rang out behind me.

I saw the stranger's confused eyes dart behind my back. Instantly, his hand dropped, and his face filled with fear. That voice was familiar. Not bothering to turn around to see who was there, my eyes followed the owner of the white hair, who disappeared from my sight quickly. Yes, yes, run along. You're probably scared of a man, and you're so strict with women. My body turned towards the bar, my eyes searching for the barmaid – desperate to replace my wasted drink. Suddenly the corner of my eye catches another figure sitting in the same place where the white-haired man was seated. A few students immediately take a couple of steps back from the person sitting next to them. Even the few students on my right made more space, as if they didn't want to be too close.

"This seat is taken." My brown eyes darted to the man sitting next to me.

My gaze was immediately met by two dark blue eyes that were fixed on me. His dark brown hair is neatly combed and a face full of confidence. The white shirt showed off his broad shoulders and the rolled-up sleeves did not hide the tattooed arms. He held a glass of gin in hand and kept tapping one of the rings on the glass wall. Minor panic formed in my mind, but the alcohol quickly pushed the frightening thoughts away. The director wasn’t meant to see me at this party. Yet here was Issac, now sitting in front of me in all his glory.

"I don't see anyone sitting here." Issac looked up without taking his blue eyes off my face. "Will you have a drink with me?" Issac sipped whiskey from his glass.

"I'm not interested in male company." I picked up my drink from the bar.

"If you want me to forget that you're a first-year student, you'd better not say no." Issac's face had a small, mischievous smile on it.

Since alcohol is free, I can drink all night. I don't see any need to drink with the headmaster. Issac should be shocked by what a first impression I made. Well done, Amelia. The school year hasn't even started yet, and you've already turned up in all your glory. I barely shook my head at these pessimistic thoughts. My lips touched the glass, sipping the alcohol in an attempt to relax my body more. It seems to be working at least. Clearly I need to have a lot of courage to drink with the headmaster on the first day. The hardest thing is that I have no idea what to say to him. After all, he's the headmaster of the school, not some ordinary guy or roommate. Besides, I'm not attracted to guys right now, sighing at the thought.

"One glass." I glared at Issac's face.

"I'm sure you won't mind if we made a toast?" Issac held the glass out towards me.

"What are we drinking too, Director?" I said.

I raised my eyebrows as I watched Issac's face, well aware that Issac had mentioned that there was no need for any formal address. Probably my drunken brain decided to annoy the school principal - not the best idea. Immediately, several deep lines appeared on his forehead. This expression brought a broad smile to my face. Since this is a party and not a lecture, I don't have to obey his instructions.

"For Amelia Folks, who I’ve now added to my blacklist." Issac smashed our glasses with a quick motion.

"That's fraud." The glass reached my lips, and I sipped the sweet liquid.

"In this place, rules are mine. Perhaps, l can forgive this little transgression. On one condition, of course." Issac smiled as his eyes travelled down my neck and bare shoulders.

"What is the condition?" a smile shone on my face.

"One dance? Can I?" Issac extended his hand towards me, inviting me to dance.

"The school principal will dance with a first-year student? What will the other students think?" I extended my hand to the director.

The alcohol was affecting me quite strongly. If I were sober, I wouldn't have agreed to dance with the headmaster but now my head is spinning and the music sounds perfect, although I’ll probably regret this whole thing tomorrow morning. My eyes travelled from Issac's strong shoulder to his masculine face- noting that his beard adds to the s*x appeal. Come on, Amelia, how dare you think that. It's just the alcohol thinking, damn alcohol.

"I couldn’t care what other people think." Issac grinned and took my hand.

I was holding Issac's hand from the bar towards the dance floor. Students' eyes were fixed in our direction. I couldn’t help but notice that the people around us moved out of the way as Issac walked forward. It’s strange that the school principal decided to speak to me. The first thought that popped into my head was that his brain is affected by alcohol the same way as mine. I tried to put this stupid thought out of my head. Issac stopped in the middle of the dance floor, then turned his whole body to me. One hand raised high, and his low voice rang out across the dance floor.

"Music." Issac glanced towards the DJ.

To my surprise, the music instantly changed from upbeat to a slow waltz song. My surprised eyes went to Issac. His masculine face had a little devilish smile that suited him. Why is all this happening? Couldn't we enjoy the fast music and the excellent rhythm? Issac took my hand and pulled me closer. A shiver ran down my body. Surely that didn't mean anything good. My hand was on his shoulder, and the other sank between his fingers. My nose was tickled by his minty cologne. Issac was a little taller, so I lifted my chin to see his face, two dark blue eyes already looking at me. I felt strange, but my body was completely relaxed. Issac’s gentle fingers gently brushed the line of my back. His sparkling eyes didn't leave my face, and our bodies moved to the slow waltz music.

Even though our bodies were almost touching and the music was very loud, my thoughts were anxious. I was telling myself that this was just one dance. My eyes travelled to Issac's broad shoulders, toned and tattooed arms. Then it went to the hand on which the rings were shining. It was odd to see a man wear so many rings, but it suits him. The alcohol seems to have kicked in and I felt my legs shake for a moment. My balance seemed to disappear somewhere, causing me to stumble. As if in slow motion, I saw Issac stop me from falling with a quick movement before I reached the ground. What a wretch. Pulling me closer, he sets me on my feet. Damn the alcohol, what a clumsy drunk.

"Amelia, are your knees buckling??" Issac's low voice reached my ears, and that little smile played on his face.