East Kids - Tessa & Elijah

Chapter 8

Elijah

The bass is already booming loudly when I enter the host's penthouse. I still haven't found out whose house this is, but I don't care. The main thing is a good party. That's all I'm interested in at the moment.

At the entrance I meet Eric James, my best friend of many years. We've known each other since we went to kindergarten together and fortunately our friendship has always been great. That doesn't mean that we never argue, because that happens even to our best friends, but we would never betray or betray the others. This is forbidden by the Bro-Code alone.

"Hey, man," I pull him into a buddy hug and pat him on the back to greet him. This has now become something like a ritual of greeting between us. "Hey," the good-humoured swimmer replies, "I didn't think you'd come."

Surprised I detach myself from him and put a questioning look on: "Why should I miss such a party? I move my hand to capture the glory of the approaching night. "Don't you know whose apartment this is?" Now he looks just as confused as I am. "No, where would I come from? because according to him it seems to be a reason for me not to come, I now want to know who invited me at all. After all, I really have to hate her to miss this party.

Instead of answering, Eric pulls his cell phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and briefly taps around on his display. A few seconds later he holds it in front of my nose: "Did you get this message?

I briefly skim the first lines to compare and nod: "Yes, that's the one. Why?" "You didn't happen to read to the end, did you?" the dark-haired man checks. "What for? The person should feel honored that I'm here," I show off: "My presence immediately raises the level a lot. "Yes, believe it or not, bro," he pats me firmly on the shoulder. He's the only one who can tell me if I go too far. I don't blame him alone. After all, he knows me very well and has meanwhile become something of a consultant to me.

"Please read the last line, Elijah", he demands of me and I comply with this demand. Again I fly over everything until I reach the last line. As I raise my gaze, my gaze is a little grim: "Tessa? That's this b***h's party?" "Don't call her that here," he warns me quietly whispering. "Why not? Who wants to forbid me to do that?" I can't understand why I can't say out loud what's floating around in my head. "You know that in school she's in a similar position to you," he reminds me: "The boys want her and the girls want to be like them. She's like a female version of you."

Instantly I burst out laughing: "A female version of me? Certainly not. I'm way too hot for that." "Hot? She doesn't look that bad," my best friend prints around. "Even if it is," I try to deny her pretty good looks: "But we're still not on the same level." "Believe that again", grinning he disappears in the crowd and leaves me alone.

Now I'm caught between two possibilities. Either I stay and get so drunk that I forget whose house this is, or I leave again and spend the rest of the evening alone on the sofa with a bag of chips and a can of Red Bull.

Because the last possibility sounds really sad, I just want to decide for the first one, when I see the girl I was talking to Eric about until now. Briefly I look at her extensively.

In fact, Eric is right. Ugly would be the last word they would use to describe her. She wears a tight black dress with a sufficiently deep neckline. Her hair falls open over her shoulders and the upper part of her back, which is not covered by the dark fabric of her outfit.

And I can think of a third possibility. I've had at least one night with almost every girl from this level. There are only a few left on my list and she is one of them. Besides, my position as king of the school is quite threatened by the new ones. And it wouldn't be difficult for me to get close to them anyway. After all, she jumps into the box with everyone. Then why should she make an exception for me? Besides, it would be good if king and queen would unite. It's my only option if I don't want this arrogant newcomer - I think Jayden was his name - to snatch my post.

So with a satisfied grin I begin to listen to the music as I approach it.