His red hair is scruffier than usual and his white tank top is inside out, my gaze goes lower when I realize his zipper is down.
“You okay?” he asks me slurring his words with a soft smile on his face.
God, I love this kid.
“I'm good, but clearly you aren't.” I giggle, walking closer to him and zipping him up.
Instantly, he nuzzles into my shoulder and I have to steady his body—he becomes quite a baby when he's drunk. I don't mind mothering him though, I know he doesn't really get along with his own mother or father for that matter.
“Oh my god! An angel just walked in,” he mumbles dreamily in my neck letting go of me. I turn around to follow his line of vision and I see why his eyes are shaped like hearts right now.
His eyes are on Victoria, who's sporting a black Prada blouse and a matching black skirt; very chic for a school party, but I cannot fault her style, not for a second. Of course, she isn't here alone, but Kai's eyes are only on her.
My eyes? Well, my eyes are where they always are—on Adaline.
“More like the devil,” I mutter breathlessly, clenching my jaw as I watch her walk in.
What is Adaline and her posse even doing here? I rarely see them at any school parties, especially Adaline. I know for a fact they aren't her thing; she prefers partying on her own terms in her own turf. At least, that's what I always see Victoria posting on her Instagram.
Regardless, school parties aren't really that fun anyway; just school kids illegally drinking and snorting drugs. I know Adaline doesn't do either of those things, especially alcohol—she doesn't touch the stuff. I shake my head and focus my eyes back onto her.
She's walking into the party like she owns the place, her jet-black hair looking messy but sexy at the same time. She's wearing a black mesh bralette. Damn! Is that covering anything? Her toned body is on display and I can't tear my eyes away, nor can I tear them away from her long, tanned legs that are perfectly showcased by her short, black, leather skirt.
She wears skirts so well.
Oh, no. I tear my eyes away and lean into Kai's ear. “I'm going to use the bathroom, don't leave your drink unattended.”
He nods at my words, but his eyes are still watching Victoria and I shake my head with a laugh as I walk upstairs. For some reason, I don't want to leave this party anymore.
Weird.
***
I like watching people, seeing how they interact and absorbing that information. I mostly do it when I'm bored out of my mind, like I am right now.
I've been at this party for another thirty minutes and I've spent it avoiding Adaline and being absolutely miserable. I think those two things might be mutually exclusive.
So now, I've subjected myself to watching the people around me, just to entertain myself.
At the moment, I can see the glares Victoria is shooting towards the hoard of girls hovering over Kai, but he is blissfully unaware of the attention he's getting—as usual. He only wants her attention—he craves it—it's very obvious.
Then I see a girl from my team, Melissa, she's staring at Adaline's other friend, Aryan. She looks as if she wants to devour him. I'm pretty sure he is a pervert like Adaline and plays for the other team, so she's got tough luck there.
“Hi baby.” I hear a voice slurring behind me, so I turn around, assuming it's Adonis—the one man I don't find interesting to watch—where has he even been? He disappeared after giving me my drink and I haven't seen him since.
As I turn around, I realize the man in front of me is not my boyfriend. Instead, it's some tall beach-blonde guy who looks like a Ken doll.
He's clearly drunk and is trying to hit on me, I'm not even sure he goes to Richmond; I've never seen him before. He's probably crashed the party like the kids from other schools usually do.
“Not happening,” I state, looking him up and down in disgust.
Now, I don't mind stepping out of the relationship I have with Adonis, I mean, he cheats on me, so I can do the same. However, I won't cheat with this Ken doll. Blondes aren't my type, especially presumptuous ones and those that wear baseball caps to parties. Come on, are those really your style choices?
“Come on, dance with me,” he says, stepping closer to me and I get a whiff of his stench.
Cologne. Not the luxurious kind either.
“No,” I state simply. Usually, I would add a bit more vim, but I'm tired tonight.
