Rori Everhart
Thinking about our intimate moments made my body heat up with desire. His lips were soft against mine. His kisses were gentle yet exuded manliness. I don’t know how one guy can look and feel so perfect. It’s like a modern day Adonis stirring up trouble.
I rung Violet and invited her to come with me to the party on Friday because frankly speaking, I don’t think I can handle being alone with Alex without conjuring up the most explicit thoughts in my head or doing the most thoughtless things but she told me she had somewhere to go with other friends and the fact that I couldn’t take Elle because she’s sick still stood so I guess this ugly duckling was flying solo.
I eyed the hanged clothing in my wardrobe. Five minutes in, I finally picked out a strappy baby blue denim sundress that had tiny white polka dots on it. It definitely screamed casual, which I was evidently going for. After slipping it on, I settled after putting on a pair of subtle red three inch high wedges which brought me to a good height of 5’7” which was nothing on Alex.
I proceeded to my full length mirror to study my outfit then decided to go all natural with my dark curls spilling down my shoulders and wearing no makeup except for some almost colorless lip balm to keep my lips moist and soft.
Miles was nowhere in sight so I told Clemence I was going out. The breeze outside was warm as I waited for my ride. I looked down at my watch. It was six thirty and I’ve been standing outside for ten minutes before a black BMW Sedan pulled up in front of me. Alex hopped off the driver’s seat and made his way to me.
“What happened to your bike?” I asked quizzically. He actually brought a car instead of his bike, which was thoughtful of him, I guess.
“At home. Dropped Stellan off then borrowed his car to pick you up.” He told me, his eyes lingering on me. I squirmed under his gaze.
“So are we going?” I asked, raising a brow at him.
“Yeah.” He said before pulling the passenger seat door open for me.
“I didn’t know you were such a gentleman.” He rolled his eyes at me. “Just get in the car princess.”
“Bossy, bossy.” I tutted, slipping into the passenger seat then watched him circle half the car to get to his side before easing out of the drive way. Ten minutes later we were at an unknown house. It was relatively big and real classy.
“Whose party is this?” I asked.
“Tara’s welcome home party.” He told me bluntly. I couldn’t help but feel insecure after knowing that this is her party. He parked the car and we got off, making our way into the house. Like I thought, the interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. The place was packed and music was blaring in the background. Numerous red cups were littered on the floor and tons of hormonal teenagers rubbing against each other; it was definitely not my scene, especially after what happened last time.
Alex guided me to the bar where I see the beautiful blonde waving at us or probably just him. As soon as we arrived at a reaching distance, she instantly shot up from her seat and gave Alex a tight hug, all laugh and smiles were between them.
“I’m so happy you made it!” she yelled excitedly before her gaze set on me. “And who’s this?”
“Rori Everhart, a good friend of mine.” He replied. We were friends?
“Hi, I’m Tara. It’s really nice to meet you,” she offered me a genuinely warm smile. “Good friends? Since when did Alexander Clarke start to have good friends that are girls?” she cocked her eyebrow, lips lifted into a suggestive smirk.
“There’s you,” he replied coolly.
“Jerk,” she playfully landed a punch on his chest. “I’m not a good friend, I’m the best friend.” She made it a point to emphasize the word best to her effort before another voice cut in.
“Then what does that make me? Best friend number two? I think not.” We turned our heads to see Stellan sporting his boyish smirk.
“Stellan.” I heard Tara say softly, her wide smile shrunk down into a soft one.
“Tara, I’ve missed you!” Stellan opened his arms to her and she all but ran into him.
“Missed you too you dog,” she said before pulling away. “Why don’t we get this party going?”
Before I knew she was lugging a keg of beer from behind the bar. A smirk crawled onto everyone’s lips except mine. I’ll never understand what’s so good about alcohol. I mean, yeah, I’m allergic to it so I probably wouldn’t understand but even if I weren’t I don’t think I’d like to start the day throwing my guts out in the toilet or waking up to a sledge-hammer induced head ache in some random person’s floor or worst, someone else’s bed.
“You want some Dr. Pepper?” Alex asked. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. I hated that drink; it legitimately tasted like medicine hands down. “I’ll settle for a coke or pepsi and please, hold the alcohol. I don’t need a repeat of last time.”
He gave me the ‘do you think I’m stupid look’. “What?” I asked.
“A murderer, that’s what you take me for?” he scoffed.
“Who knows? I frankly don’t know anything about you except for the basics.” I told him. He looked at me in disbelief before stalking to the kitchen or where I thought was the kitchen. He soon emerged with a coke in hand. He handed it to me.
“I’ll just go say hey to a few guys, you alright here?” he asked me, I nodded before setting myself comfortably on a stool. I popped my soda open and heard the fizzle of the carbon drink, taking a sip and letting the taste settle on my taste buds.
The musky scent floating in the room was suffocating after sitting for half an hour with an almost empty can of coke. I scanned the sea of party goers and did not spot the person I was looking for. I stood up and decided to look for a more elevated area to up my chances of finding him. I made my way to the stairs, pushing past several random bodies just to get to the top.
Staring down, I gripped the railings tight just to make sure none of these intoxicated people accidently bump or push me off the second floor and led me to my not so graceful death. I strained my neck before letting out a groan and pulling away from the danger spot. Finally downing the last of my soda, I threw the empty can on the floor, feeling the urge to release my bodily toxins in the natural way.
Grabbing the knob of the first room that came my way was one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made. My eyes just lost its virginity after seeing a threesome in the making, but what really bothered me was how the hell did they get into that position? Shaking my head, I proceeded to open the next door and happily, it wasn’t filled with some pairs eating each other’s faces or in other cases eating each other’s other parts and not in a cannibalistic insinuation. Instead, I found Stellan holding some blonde’s hair up as she threw up in the toilet.
“You okay?” I asked the girl. She brought her head up and let out a giggle. It was Tara and she was beyond gone, I can tell you that much. In the span of thirty minutes or more she ingested probably more alcohol than her stomach could handle.
“She had one too many drinks.” Stellan said. I made sure to give him the ‘no shit Sherlock’ look.
“Do you know where I can find another bathroom? I really need to take a wazz.” I told him bluntly. He laughed and I just frowned, feeling the impatience of my bladder nagging me.
“I recommend the one downstairs near the kitchen because these rooms are just not to be trusted at the moment.” He told me and I almost laughed but the scarring image of those people in the first room I entered flashed through my head.
“I learned that first hand.” I muttered before struggling to get downstairs without kicking someone to the ground because I was really feeling the tinkle this time. As soon as the empty bathroom came to view, I made a bee line for it. I couldn’t believe how fast I was; I mean at the poor state of my physical fitness, it was a miracle. A long relieved sigh escaped my lips as I spent my sweet time in there, just letting go.
Afterwards, I flushed the toilet and made sure to wash my hands. I also took time to scan myself before getting out there. I was about to exit when I heard raucous laughter and yells enter the kitchen. I heard bottle being popped open.
“So man, I couldn’t help but noticed your plus one tonight.” A guy that I didn’t recognize said but then again, it could be anyone since the only guys I really knew here were Alex and Stellan.
“Who? Rori?” Another voice replied and I knew all too well who it belonged to.
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Alexander Clarke
Rori wasn’t by the bar when I went back to check up on her after greeting some pals. I knew I wouldn’t see Stellan for the duration of this party because of two main reasons. One, he was too busy getting or trying to get with a girl or two, he was too busy handling Tara’s drunkenness after watching her drink that amount of beer like it was water.
I suddenly felt a hand clap my shoulder. I looked behind me to see Gary, one of my old friends. He was still the same with his surfer tan and dirty blonde hair. “Hey man,” We gave each other a casual pound hug.
“Long time no see dude,” he said.
“I know, how you doing man?”
“Same old really.” He shrugged. “I need a beer.” I led him to the kitchen and grabbed two cold bottles of Heineken from the fridge and closed it with my foot. I took the bottles and popped them open, handing him one.
“So man, I couldn’t help but noticed your plus one tonight.” Gary asked me. I felt my eyebrows pull together. “Who? Rori?” I asked, just to make sure.
“Unique name, what’s going on there?”
“Nah, nothing’s going on.” I said casually leaning on the counter and taking a swig of my beer.
“Really? Cause I have never seen you get a drink for any girl. Be it a model or just some hard ten.” He stated amusement clearly in his voice.
“She’s just a friend Gary. Not really my type anyways. You know what I usually go for.” I felt a familiar smirk crawl up my lips.
“Tall, blonde-“ I quickly cut him off. “Or brunette,” I added. “And beautiful.” We finished the sentence together and I could tell our smirks were mirroring each others’.
“You haven’t changed one bit man,” Gary said with a smug grin. “Why don’t we go get ourselves some ass?” He made sure to add, excitement lacing in his words.
“Right behind you my friend,” I told him with a chuckle before exiting the kitchen.
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