15. Oh to be wild and free!

Everything around me felt like it was spinning and I had no control over my body. Maybe drinking four glasses of martini for the first time was a bad idea and add to that some drink from Kay's hand. Why did no one hold me back on the idea of drinking? Aren't friends supposed to hold you back? Then again Kay and Sam were proper smashed and stumbled into the corner. Somehow they managed to end up together on one duffle bag.





That's the only thing I could see clearly as I tried to walk out of the kitchen. It felt blurry with each step but I had every intention of getting out. A little bit of fresh air may sober me up. Besides the loud music playing in the room was not helping the situation at all. The vibrations of the sound we're making me tremble with each step. Who decided inviting a DJ would be a good idea? Sam was currently napping in the corner so I had no one to hold accountable. It was not my place to even complain about anything.





With those thoughts spinning in my mind I crashed into one of the cheerleaders as I was heading towards the balcony. She sneered at me. My eyes squinted together to recognise her when I remembered that she was one of Kay's friend. Why was she glaring at me?





I don't know why but sometimes it makes me feel that the only reason my classmates are civil with me is because of Kay. If she is not on my side they behave like I'm some sort of witch. It's hurtful to see how they can easily shift their attitudes.




I opened my mouth to talk but words did not leave my mouth. She rolled her eyes at me before walking away and it made me feel even more silly than before. I was aware of the eyes lingering on me as I tried to make my way. Tears stung my eyes at the thought that everyone in the party might be judging me. Why did I let Kay crash with Sam?





Asher, on the other hand, was busy trying to impress Damon. It was ridiculous how he was the first one to slide away and sit on the couch beside Damon. Even though I wanted to eavesdrop on them and know about whatever they were talking my legs did not work after the Martini. For the first half, I was hanging by Kay's side and muttering something stupid under my breath.





"Anya!" A voice called from behind me but I did not stop. What was the point anyway? It might be someone trying to make fun of me again.





The breezy air nipping at my face as I got closer to the door of the balcony made me feel better. The loud music got drowned out due to the sound of air flowing around. I could smell something very distant like the flowers. With a sigh, I wrapped my arms around myself and pushed open the door and stepped inside. Suddenly the cold gust of wind hit and I shivered, goosebumps pricking my skin. Peeking below I noticed flowers in the garden. Of course, Sam had s huge garden. How did I fail to notice it?





I let myself loose at the moment, trying to enjoy the view. It felt natural to close my eyes and rest my head against the wall.





The crunching sound of the boots got louder but that did not prompt me to move away from the wall. Whoever it was I can easily manage them to move out. My breathing became ragged as the sound of footsteps approaching got closer. The door was slightly pushed open and his head peeked inside. All my hopes of telling the person of flew out of the window when I noticed it was none other than Damon. How did he manage to escape the clutches of...well everyone sitting around him on the couch? It was crazy to think about that image.





"Hi" He waved and that's when I noticed him stepping inside the balcony. For someone who was actually complimenting Asher and decided to drink too many of his martinis, he looked sober. That made me jealous not going to lie.





"Hey" I whispered into the thin air, my head turning towards the railing of the balcony. It overlooked the view of the city and also the river separating and another territory. The sight was spectacular and something I would never complain about.




He cleared his throat as he moved closer towards me, "I was searching for you"




My eyebrows twitched at that. How could he not see me sitting across from the living room? He truly was a shitty liar if he was making it up.





"Could have fooled me" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could control. Sometimes I really regret saying the things without any filter. But as I have told my mum there is something wrong with me because I do not have the brain to mouth filter. She loved about it for 10 minutes before altogether rejecting the idea and never getting me tested. Now I have to suffer for her consequences. Dire I might add.





"Excuse me?" He asked, his hands tucked inside the pant pocket.




I sassily crossed my arms over my chest, "You are excused"




"Seriously?"




"What? You asked for it" I innocently shrugged, shifting my weight on my either side of feet.





"Why are you avoiding me? Is it something I did? Or said? I mean I can take things too far-"





Those words made my stomach flip and I met his eyes for the first time in that night. He was nervously rambling and it was adorable because I had never seen someone look so flustered and nervous at the same time.




"No...no." I licked my lips nervously. My head was spinning again but I held tightly to the railing so that I would not collapse in between the conversation.





"Are you sure you're fine?"




I made a face, "I'm okay..."





There was that. The end of the conversation for the entire ride way back home. It seemed like Asher, Kay and Sam where too drunk to drive. How was I going to reach back home? Not to mention that I was obviously drunk and my mother would flip if she found out. Maybe send me back to my grandparents for a few days. I didn't want any of that to happen. There were far more important things I had to take care of.





"Why don't I believe you?"




That was it. The question that pushed me to the edge.




"Oh maybe because I am not fine! I am angry at each and every one. Kay was my ride and I have no one to go back home with. My head is spinning and I cannot go in this state to home. You ignored me the entire night and sat with those stupid cheerleaders..."





As the last part of the words left my mouth I realised where it was going and stopped. My cheeks felt red and I couldn't meet his eyes. I could feel him staring at me and it was making me even more hours because he did not say anything for the first few seconds.





"Are you jealous?" He questioned and I frowned, lifting my head up and blinking my eyes at his question. Why would I be jealous of him?





"Of what?" I slurred




"I don't know...you tell me," He said, his voice crisp and husky. How is that possible that he had everything? The voice, looks and personality. People actually struggle with so many things but he is just blessed with everything. Maybe that's why I was jealous and not because of how close he was sitting with the cheerleaders.




"I don't know you tell me" I mocked his voice and that's when it happened. The sudden rush and I couldn't keep my eyes open for a long time. Head felt heavy and I clutched on to this arm and sagged against his body. Everything after that felt like a blur but I could feel his arms around my waist as he lifted me from the ground. It was noisy again before I was placed back on something soft and warm.





I moved my lips to thank him but I had no idea if he could hear me. The next morning I was woken up by the glaring sunlight on my forehead. Lifting my head I noticed some almonds along with water bottle and few pills. Scrunching my nose at the tray I managed to sit up. In that process something crinkled under the pillow.





Lifting it up I noticed a note inside. It was addressed to me.




Last night was something! You are funny drunk. Take those pills it will help you. See you at school.


- Damon




My lips curled into a wide smile as I read the letter. Does that mean the bad boy actually cared about me?
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