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“Fine I’ll will go”. I got ready and we left for the party, well by ready I do not actually mean that I wore sexy clothes or anything, nope It was just mu usual hoodie and jeans.“Yuck what is that, all that” Tiffany asked as she pointed at what I was putting on“I told you; you made a mistake by inviting her” Sam added as she laughed“What are you wearing, what exactly are you wearing” Tiffany continued“I don’t know clothes?” I asked sarcastically“No, no, no, certainly no” she added as Sam continued laughing“There is no way you are going with me dressed like that, I mean you look so…...” she continued as she looked at meme awkwardly“I told you already that if I was going to go to this party then I would dress the way I like and feel comfortable in and there is nothing absolutely you can say or do to make me change my mind” I said as I gave her a fake smile.“At least pull off the hoodie and find a better top” she said“Absolutely nothing” I concluded as I looked away“Fine you can go looking like a lady who just found out her supposed fiancé who impregnated her is married” Tiffany added as Sam laughed like I actually look like that but I mean I do not look like that right.Wait wait wait champ, don’t tell me you are going to a bad ass party dressed like a 16 year old who is still processing a heartbreak. What? Really so I really look that bad??. Of course, you look bad I mean look at you yesssshh, I can never look like you, you have some guts going to your first ever party not in college but your first ever party and you are dressed like something a Gorilla baffed. Okay that is enough get out of here! Get out.“If you are done thinking about whatever you are thinking about then shall we go?” Tiffany asked“I suggest we go without her” Sam added as I glared at her.“Yeah, we can” I answered as we left for the party. ******All my life I’ve always avoided parties because mummy dearest made sure it was avoided. I never went for proms nor high school parties, I have never even perceived the smell of cigarette before. I know shocking right?? Well, it is right, I have never perceived it if I was to walk in a lonely alley and then goons followed me while smoking cigarette I would not know. Now if I don’t know how cigarette smells then how am I meant to know what weed is how it tastes like what it looks like. I know you might be thinking and asking yourself why I’m telling you all these right? of course champ why the fuck are you telling us these irrelevant things, I mean you are meant to tell the story and not irrelevant things. Oh shut up sub conscious I was not asking you. Now back to the story. *****We got to the party, I saw a lot of people, most were smoking, others were drinking, others were making out, yuck. As we walked in they all stopped and stared at me, they all made weird faces at me and murmured, I heard some whispering things like: what is she wearing, who is that old looking girl, does she think this is a family meeting.I’ve always been insecure but the kind of attention I called for made me more anxious.We finally made our way to a table with a group of people seated.“Hey guys what’s good, what’s popping” Tiffany spoke“Who is that” A guy huge looking guy with blonde hair asked while pointing at me“Oh, her? She is our roommate, Charity” Tiffany responded“Definitely not mine” Sam whispered as she chuckled.“She looks awkward” A sassy looking girl with long brown hair, bulgy eyes and a nose piercing, her accent gave her away she was Australian added.“Sweedy” Tiffany immediately cut in.Yep, the girl’s name is Sweedy.“She looks naïve” Another girl said“Yes she looks um like a 12 year old” the guy sitting close to her said as they both laughed“What, we are just saying the truth she looks awkward I mean who wears jeans and hoodie to a party, a freaking party” Sweedy continued“That’s enough Sweedy I mean she looks like a hoodie jean material anyways” Another guy added, he was a brown, yep just like me, his lips were varied in color like mine and he had dusty brown eyes, yep, he looked better than the first guy not like he was handsome or something. He is! Shut up and get out of here.“Excuse me, that I choose not to talk does not mean I’m draft or that I do not have feelings or that I cannot defend myself, I just chose to keep quiet now you all should learn to respect yourselves too” I replied“Ohhh she’s feisty, I’m Jordan” The brown guy added as he brought his hand in a supposed handshake and he winked.“I’m guessing you already know my name so no need” I replied as I walked pass his hand“Ohh she is feisty” the rest replied as they chuckled“I’m Anna”“Richard”“Mark”“And yours truly, Sweedy” they all introduced themselves.“You know that someone does not wear the kind of clothes you guys do or chooses to wear a hoodie to a party does not give you the right to judge her” a familiar voice said, Yep, I know that annoying voice from anywhere, please God let it not be who I think it is.Someone was approaching from the shadows, I could see a perfectly structured body already, “You have got to be kidding me”, he was slowing approaching where we were seated with drinks in his hands like it was a movie scene or something, as he got closer I finally got to see who it was yep it was the devil, Davis Garraway.“You have no right to comment on someone else’s look, her looks is none of your business, all of you” he continued as he looked at them all“Hey Davis my guy” Jordan quickly added“And who asked you to speak for me unwanted Leprechaun, you are always poking your disgusting nose in what does not concern you, learn to stay off what doesn’t call for Davis Garraway, besides last time I checked, I didn’t even call you” I spoke.He stared at me for a while, the others laughed at him.“Wow Davis this has got to be a first, you being scolded by a girl, I like her already” Jordan added“Hey Goblin, you now speak woahh” Davis spoke sarcastically“I’ve not seen you lately looks like you have gotten over me that you do not stalk me anymore, I am proud goblin very proud” He continued as they all laughed“I guess hoodie girl is also a stalker” Sweedy added, they all laughed as I decided to sit down.“Okay that is enough guys, how are y’all doing” He quickly added.Davis has this attitude of making people praise him and think highly of him, well I am not deceived, I can never think highly of Davis Garraway, I mean what was the stunt he played, who asked him to come help me, I already handled the situation perfectly well and then he had to pull up at the dime minute to display his foolishness but as usual I put him in his place and then he does his that’s enough guys like am I meant to thank him or something for stopping them from laughing? Yessh I double hate Davis Garraway now.“So, what has been popping guys” Davis asked“Well, nothing actually, we were just getting to know the hoodie girl” Sweedy replied“Um I’m going to get a drink” I quickly cut in“You drin…” Sam was about asking when I stood up and left. I felt suffocated sitting with Davis Garraway and the rest.I left there immediately and went to the bar, I got there and sat there as I watched people misbehaved or in their own terms, have fun. They danced and drank. Others smoked weed and laughed.“Would you like to have anything dear, what should I get you?” the bartender asked, I’m thinking he watched me as I watched the others and saw how pathetic I looked.“Nothing… Nothing I’m fine” I replied“You sure you won’t have anything? You look sad” He continued“Yes” I replied as I hesitated for a while.“You know what just give me soda water” I finally responded“Soda water? are you sure?” he asked surprised“Yeah, I’m sure” I concludedI felt so embarrassed from the way they had laughed at me, plus I felt rage in my tummy, rage for only one person, Davis. I mean who gave him right to interfere in my business who??He was so fond of interfering in my business and acting like the hero every time. My blooded boiled as I thought about it. Just as I was lost in thoughts, someone walked towards me.“You know if you want to come to a party, you should know that soda water is not is taken in a party. Who takes soda water in a party?” an unfamiliar voice said behind me and broke me out from my trance.I turned back to see who it was and it was a stranger, someone I haven’t come across before and I certainly did not meet him at the table I was seated before. He was 6’2 guy with an nicely built body, certainly better than Davis’s, he had a great voice, the deep type of bass that turns one on, he smiled at me as he spoke and I was lost immediately, yep I did not pay attention one bit to what he said as I stared. Hey player snap out of whatever dream world you are in, someone is speaking to you, sub conscious immediately called me back.“Hey are you still there” he immediately asked as I was still staring at him.I quickly tapped myself back to reality when sub conscious spoke up and I was able to reply him“I don’t think it’s any of your business if I take soda water or alcohol, in the same manner I do not remember inviting you to this bar nor do I remember asking you to tell me what to take in parties and what not to take” I replied in a fierce tone.“Oh, she’s tough” he said as he chuckled“Well young lady first this a bar and it belongs to no one, I do not see a sign anywhere that says it is off limits if you are seated here. The bar is a general public bar. Secondly, I felt it was unusual to see a pretty girl taking soda water, I mean pretty girls I meet all the time take alcohol and stuff”“Well I’m not your regular pretty girl” I quickly cut in as he chuckled“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I saw you looked like you were bored and you were not enjoying the party vibe so I felt I should come keep you company” He added“Well sorry to burst your bubbles good Samaritan but I don’t need company” I replied as he smiled“Wooah you are very tough, well since it’s your choice I’ll leave you to your soda water then. Enjoy your soda water” he said as he walked away and winked at meI checked my phone and it was 12:45, and I had a quiz on international law the next day, I looked towards the table the guys were at and they were having fun no one seemed to have noticed I was gone so I decided to go home, read a little then sleep.I quickly picked my purse and left as I wanted to reach home fast; I was walking out of the premises of the house where the party was been conducted when someone grabbed my arm.“Hey Goblin where are you off to in such a hurry” Yep it was Davis Garraway, does he never leave me alone?“Let go of my hand Davis” I replied as I gave him a fierce look“Hey calm down Goblin don’t bite me dog” he said sarcastically as he chuckledI successfully pulled my hand and let loose his grip and started walking fast away, he followed me immediately.“’Look Davis if you’re horny or something look for a girl your type and make out with stop following me like why the fuck are you following me dude” I said as I increased my pace.He stopped immediately and drew me from behind“Ouch goblin, do you mean I only follow girls with a sexual motives, well that hurt” he said as he dramatically held his chest.“Save it drama queen, I don’t have time for your drama today I have something important to do” I replied as I turned and continued walked then he drew me again, this time I landed straight on his chest and I was starring directly into his eyes, my heart immediately skipped a beat. Why are you skipping a beat dumbo, cos Davis pulled you? You are weak, such a weak heart.Davis kept me in that position for about a minute while I started deep into his eyes and I could have sworn the world looked so beautiful through his eyes then he touched my lips“You are not that ugly goblin” he said as his hands went through my hairHe kissed my neck and then he wrapped his strong hands through my tiny waistHe kissed my neck again and I was already in the mood for more as I closed my eyes.“Hey Goblin…... Goblin open your eyes” he said as he laughed“Did you think I was going to do anything with you? Your eyes were closed already” He asked as he continued laughing“Goblin you are not my type, having anything to do with you is impossible now go home and know your place, I mean look at what you wore to a party for Pete’s sake, you know you aren’t cut out for this line of life, now go home and think twice before coming for things like this again” he concluded as he left.Please drop comments on what you think about this chapter and sit back for more updates
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