Even with his popularity, I’m still invisible enough that his harem of girls don’t notice me when they’re hitting on him.
Extra Royal Elite’s students are still wearing their pristine uniforms with red ties and navy blue jackets. On their pockets, the school’s golden logo is engraved. The lion in a shield, topped by a crown is a sign of both the power and corruption simmering in the walls of the school.
There’s a reason why uniform-people are alone in a circle, probably discussing books. I would join, but I doubt they’d like it when I tell them that they’re not supposed to wear a uniform to a party.
Even I, a total ‘party terrorist’ — per Dan’s words — have opted for jean shorts, fishnet stockings and a simple blacktop. Oh, I also wore my favourite, white basketball trainers that Mum painted black stars on.
My heart shrinks at the thought. I take a deep breath of the alcohol and the designer perfumes permeating the air.
Fun. This is supposed to be a night of fun.
My idea of fun includes either my art studio or marathoning the latest gory film.
Just saying.
A long howl at the entrance wrenches me back to the present.
The chatter weans and the crowd parts like the red sea did for Moses.
When the kids trip over each other to make way, I’m not surprised when the football team waltzes in like freaking England’s champions. Only, wait. I think they did win a game that would lead them to some sort of a school championship today.
This could or could not be the celebration party for their win.
Another tiny detail that Dan forgot to mention.
I’m not going to kill my best friend.
I’m not going to kill my best friend.
Screw it.
I retrieve my phone and type.
Astrid: You’re dead, Dan. Better start picking your funeral song.
Daniel: Resistance by Muse. u know that. What got ur knickers in a twist?
Astrid: Football party? Give me a fucking break. I’d rather choke on my own vomit.
Daniel: First, ew. Second, did I mention ew? Third, stop being a drama queen, crazy bugger.
Astrid: Where are u?
Daniel: Convincing Laura Davis to suck my dick. Heard she deep-throats like a pro.
Astrid: You’re a pig *disgusted emoji*
Daniel: What? It’s on my list of things to do while I’m still in high school.
Astrid: I’m beginning to think that ur list only has sex missions on it.
Daniel: there’s nothing better than fucking.
Astrid: I’d rather watch gore.
Daniel: Astrid, I love u, but u’re weird.
Daniel: Gotta go, Laura is giving me the look.