Yours, Never Again

Eloise’s pov

Thank goodness it’s Friday. My best friends have been staying at my place since I moved in. They helped me to settle in and of course, they settled in too. Emmanuel picked a room for himself while Tory stayed with me in the master’s bedroom.

David had sent me the party’s venue as he said, the place is a stone’s throw from my place so we got there in no time. We got there around 22:13 and the party was already crowded. I thought we were going the early birds. When last did I attend a party? Oh freshman party, yeah. I miss hearing the blasts from the loudspeaker, the smell of alcohol, and excitement.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked Tory and Emmanuel as they dragged me to a table.

“El, see this pretty buffet of alcohol. We should start with 2 shots of tequila” Tory yelled. I didn’t even hear what she said.

“I can’t hear you,” I yelled.

“We are starting this party with two shots of tequila.” I quickly read her lip to catch what she said.

The three of us grabbed tequila cups each and we link our hands together then we gulped it down. We proceed to the second shot, and just then my phone rang.

“El, who turns her phone on at a party?” Emmanuel yelled. I brought out my phone from my pocket to see who it was.

“It’s my boss guys. I have to go outside to take this call.” I said apologetically and slipped out.

I went outside to speak to his boss, he called to ask if I got the payment for my last job. I sighed as he hung up.

“Work must be tiring.” I heard a voice say.

“No, it’s not,” I replied him sharply. Who is this guy?

“Wow, I am surprised. What do you do? Your job must be very easy or you are passion-driven. You are passionate about your job with the way you sighed earlier.” He moved closer to me as he spoke again. What does he mean by my job must be easy? This asshole is being disrespectful. He looks pretty, silly me, I mean He is so hot, hotter than David. Did I just compare him to David? OMG EL.

“I write a column for the Hills magazine. Does my job sound easy to you? You are probably right about my passion,” I made sure I showed that he was annoying me.

“Sounds easy to me, you just write a bunch of stuff and publish.” He said again. This idiot has pissed me off totally. Why do people think writing is a piece of cake? Writers work hard too.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know bums like you. I don’t just get why you are corky. I know you aren’t working and you have things easy at home. Writing isn’t as easy as it seems.” I tried saying that softly but I think I yelled. He deserves it anyway. “Writers work hard, doing research and creating good pieces to feed people with information. That sounds easy uhn?” I could my ears were hot already.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered, Funny how that calmed me down. Maybe I am a softie like Tory said.

“It’s okay. I just hope you got my point.”

“I did get your point ma’am. I mistook you for a dude while you were coming, your walking steps, your haircut, and your clothes. Your voice sold you out and your bosom too, they are quite large I must say,” He uttered. He is just like every other guy, they want girly and curvy girls. What is wrong with girls like me?

“Of course, you all want girls to be all girly and curvy,” I said and I walked away.

I didn’t see Tory and Emmanuel at the spot I left them. It was difficult to find them because of the crowd but I kept looking for them. I don’t want Tory’s trouble, she would surely make me pay for not looking for them.

I soon found them, these guys are into each other. Their dancing position was intimate but I am going to mind my business and interrupt their moment.

“I am back, guys,” I yelled and they separated, now this is awkward.

I started doing my crazy dance to lighten up the mood, they laughed and joined me. I swayed my imaginary hips, and this “twerk” song by City girls and Cardi B came up. I and Tory started our twerking routine, all eyes were on us.

I am sure that wasn’t us, it was the tequila that shook us up. We continued to dance and then someone tapped me. I turned to see who tapped me, it was David.

“Hi, David,” I said as I hugged him. He came with someone.

“Hello, El I can see you are having a good time. Meet my best friend Victor.” He pulled the guy he came with to his side.

It was the pretty boy I met outside. He looks prettier inside, I could not see him outside. I can’t still see him well now. I hope I can get to see him during the day. How come David is best friends with this ass.

I stretched my hand to shake him. “Nice to meet you. ” We acted like we didn’t meet earlier. “Meet my best friends, she’s Tory and he’s Emmanuel. Guys, this is David and his best friend Victor.” I smiled as they shook each other.

“Let’s go to the VIP section upstairs. ” David said. We all went upstairs, David excused himself to welcome his other guests. Tory sat at the edge of the couch right beside Emmanuel, leaving me to sit beside the asshole from earlier Victor. At least his name suits him.

“Why did you walk out on me Eloise?” He inquired, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He was sitting so close to me.

“First of all, it is El to you. I don’t like you so stop talking to me.” I replied to him, saying the last part. quietly so my besties won’t hear me.

“I didn’t ask you if you liked me or not? I would call you whatever I want so stop being bratty.” I hate this boy. “Me? Bratty? You are unbelievable,” I stood up, “Guys, let’s go dance some more.” I said to my friends and we went back to the dance floor.