The first thing I thought of when Mable pulled out one my dresses out my closet was;
Hell No!
It could've literally been described as I peice of cloth, a piece of cloth that didn't cover anything at all! You could see everything and I mean it. I honestly didn't know that I owned that thing. But then again, Mable did go through a stage when she loved stuff liked that and bought me a couple of skimpy dresses to match that. Dont worry, she's much much better now. Or so I hope. "Oh come on Lai, it will only be until the end of the party, and then I promise you can change"
Okay I know what you're thinking, once again, you think I'm going to end up agreeing with her and wear the pieces of cloth she refers to as a dress. Hell No! This is NOT an unoriginal romantic film. I grabbed the dress from her hands, with a sweet and innocent smile, and then proceeded to throw it across the room. "I refuse to wear that, now, if you don't mind, which I know you do, I will now put on my favourite pair of pants and sneakers and I will go with you to the stupid party"
Mable sighed but nodded, knowing there was no way I was changing my mind. "And, before you ask, and I knwo you will, I'm not wearing those damn heels!" I snapped when I saw her rummaging around in the bottom half of my wardrobe. "Damn it!" I pulled on a red and white striped jumper, dark wash jeans and my favourite black chequered vans. Mable was wearing a tight green velvet dress with emerald sequins around the hem. "Let's go" I admitted defeat and we left, after I remembered my bag, although I very nearly forgot it.
Mable had ordered a taxi to get us to the party, it smelt like a usual taxi, slightly musty and used, but it didn't bother me much, I was used to it. The house we arrived at was a lot like I expected, a big massive house that only a bloody millionaire could afford, let me assure you, I have no clue how they got the money, but I didn't really care, I wasn't worried or concerned, why the hell would I be?
I could see the usual teens, spread out across the lawn, chatting ,dancing, inappropriately dancing, playing games etcetera.
The door was ajar so Mable and I walked in, nobody seemed to notice the local nerds just happened to walk into one of the most popular jock's party. Of course the house smelt absolutely terrible. But I didn't let that put me off, by the way that's code for; I tried to walk out but Mable kept on dragging me back in. When we turned the corner of the hallway, I was knocked into by what felt like, a flaming brick wall. I looked up at, and saw the person I really couldn't deal with seeing tonight. But what was more interesting, was that everywhere his body had touched mine, burned. The heat was unbearably bad and painful.
Apollo Knight stared down at me with his stupid smirk, but changed once he saw something on my arm, the exact place he came into contact with. I looked at my arm, a blazing red mark was left where the once pale skin resided. I couldn't think of a logical explanation, the only thing that seemed even remotely plausible, was that I had an allergic reaction to something on him. Apollo looked down at me, his eyes specifically still trained on the marked skin. By reading his expression, I could tell he was majorly confused, but then the look was proceeded by...what was that?
Why was he angry?