𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄

4

"I still don't understand why you drag me in these stupid parties where you always end up abandoning me" Noa Rogers, who held the hand of her best friend - actually dragged him by the hand, suddenly turned around and looked at his face for a few seconds. Very long seconds apparently since Angel raised his glasses nervously before frowning remembering that they were no longer on his face. "Fuck's goin on with you?" Suddenly, still very silent, the green haired ruffled the brunette's hair and completely opened his gingham printed shirt, revealing his white tank top. Once again, she was rather proud of her work with Angel's messy closet. She had found him dark blue jeans that he apparently hadn't worn since his sister bought it for him - two years earlier, an amazing black belt - which, in fact, was hers, he'd stolen it months ago, and a pair of low Doc. Martens. "You want me so bad, huh? Don't worry, we're glued to the hip tonight," she finally said before taking Angel's hand and taking him to the house - which, incidentally, was Jace's best friend's. "Fuck you, we're on the enemy's turf, Jace is definitely here" Noa rolled her eyes before passing the gate, Angel's wrist still locked in her grip. "It's Finn Morales, he's just as frail as someone in a vegetative state so who cares. And then, I get off on all these stupid arguments with Jace, you know that," she said with a big smile, making Angel sigh. He had a bad feeling, this party was going to be catastrophic. And how to start it well? With Hazel Reyes and the very Jace Sanders kissing in the hot tub, not caring about the world around them. "Ew, he probably has STIs," Noa commented before walking away. Angel still had his eyes on the couple, and the more he looked at them, the more questions he got. Were they breathing? Was Jace, the fucking twat, that good of a kisser? Did they realize the lack of privacy they had? Many people weren't shying away from staring at them as if they were a show. And then, how was Hazel's swimsuit? This last question made the brunette sigh, after all, he was only a man. "So what's on the menu? I know rich people got good alcohol and shit tons of food," Noa said as she walked towards what seemed to be the kitchen, which was astonishedly gigantic -emphasis on the gigantic part. Angel stared with furrowed eyebrows his best friend looking through the cupboards and the fridge. In one of her hands two cups and the other caught a bottle of red wine. "Perfect, this, my friend, is what you need to get that fat stick out of your white boy ass. Don't give me that look, your italian ass is white, baby" The green haired's words made the brunette roll his eyes, who immediately regretted his action. Suddenly, he began to grimace to try to move his contact lens, which Noa had put on him in a barbaric way, yes barbaric, way too in a hurry to go to Finn' stupid party. "Shit, you fucking burned my," Angel began before being interrupted by a very - way too playful female voice. "Hi guys!" Tori Crawford, Luna Crawford's sister, both known for their high body counts and their crazy partys, according to Noa. The three girls had known each other since middle school, Luna and the green haired had a love-hate relationship unlike hers and Tori's. "Hey, gorgeous, what are you on'? In case you may feel like sharing," Noa said while filling the two cups - entirely, with wine. "Man, Xander is here, with his super hot light-skinned friend and heaven in small little bags" The two girls looked into each other's eyes, smirking -as best as Tori could, and the Asian, her glass in her hand, approached the little blonde -high out of her mind, before winding her arm around her waist. "Now, we're talking baby," she said before putting a chaste kiss on her lips - which was quite normal for both of them, under Angel's eyes, eyes that were still hurting him.

The three teenagers then left the room, then the house to approach the pool, then behind long plants, where a tall dirty blond stood, dressed in a white t-shirt, washed gray jeans and a crossbody bag - probably for the drugs. He was sitting on a deckchair and often ruffled his fluffy hair, which seemed to entertain the two girls in swimsuits giggling at each of his words and sipping their drinks with him. "Hey Xan'!" He turned his head towards Tori and offered her a million dollar smile before extending his arm. The little blonde giggled before sitting on his lap and stroking his hair, which made Angel's eyebrows frown. He watched the dirty blond carefully, he looked slightly older, but the perfect age to blend into the mass of seventeen-year-old teenagers. "Shit, I told you not to tell anyone that I'm selling, it was our little secret," Xander said in a falsely disappointed voice, which made the girls around him giggle again. "Yeah but Noa wanted some, and she's a really good friend," Tori replied, a smirk on the face and the look anchored in hers. "Well, Tori's friends are my friends too. Come here, baby" Scoffing, Noa came forward before drinking her wine in one go and taking some money out of her denim skirt's pocket. "I'm tryna have fun here so don't tell my sister huh? I'm sure you know her, she's a party pooper" Taking out a bag of white powder and handing it to Noa, the dirty blond raised his eyebrows and anchored his azure gaze in hers, waiting for her answer. "I probably don't know your sister," she replied before aligning the powder on the back of her hand in a messy line, still sitting on her knees in front of the dealer. As she was going to sniff her rail, Noa froze completely when she heard the dealer, who had just whispered his sister's name in her ear. "You are shitting me, she is not your sister. Oh, my, God, she is... Shit!" The more she spoke, the more memories of Elle complaining about her brother's childish behavior came back to her mind. "See? You know her," Xander simply replied before taking a blunt out of his cup and lighting it. Noa quickly sniffed her coke and then straightened up before distractedly taking her best friend's hand and taking him to the pool. "That guy is Elle's brother? Like Elle Olsen's?" To say that Angel was confused was an understatement, he had only taken a few sips of his wine, and yet he already felt his mind blurred. "She told me that her brother was like the black sheep of the family, he's a smoker, a stoner, a drinker and he sees his friends way more than his own mom. She thinks he acts like a kid and she told me that she caught him selling at some party. He was at Thea's, he gave her the shrooms" The Asian's words were far too fast, she was still in shock and the effects of the drug were slowly getting to her brain, confusing her even more. "Oh," Angel simply replied before looking around him, everyone was having fun around the pool, or inside, and the hot tub was no longer occupied by the couple. "Oh," Angel said more firmly when he saw someone walking towards them, someone he wanted to avoid, the last person he wanted to see now. "Hi Angel" Skylar's seductive voice was like a sweet melody, it bewitched men and well, Angel was only a man, he was only a man facing this pretty redhead goddess in a swimsuit. "Um, hi," he said with a fleeing look, he had promised never to get involved with her again. "It's been a little while, huh" Actually, it's only been a week and they were together in almost all their classes. "Can I steal Angel from you for a few minutes, Noa?" The green haired, who now had her pupils completely dilated, turned her head towards the redhead as if she'd just noticed her and replied. "I promised him that tonight, we're glued to the hip" Skylar frowned with a smirk and then wrapped her arm around the Asian's shoulders and then whispered something in her ear, making frown when he saw his best friend leaving without even looking at him. What the heck, he thought, confused. "So, what'd you say we sit in a quieter place, huh?" The brunette responded quickly by shaking his head. "What if we just stay here, I'd rather keep an eye on Noa, she's high" Lie, he just didn't want to be tempted to go against his own words. Skylar was in a beautiful very open red swimsuit, which could confuse Angel's already complicated labyrinth of thoughts. "Mmh, okay, let's just sit somewhere, I guess," she said before heading to a deckchair, a deckchair not far from the one where Jace was sitting. Nice.