I've been staring at the door for hours now, hearing the music with such a high volume that even the chandelier seems to shake right now.
I snort loudly, returning my eyes to the other side of this warm little room and partially relaxing when I see that it is already dark outside the window, although I can still see the snow jibs hitting the glass.
If I had known that on my birthday night I would have locked myself in a room instead of having fun, I might have found an excuse and not come, but I never imagined that Ian and Ethan would invite so many people and have a party like this.
I roll my eyes when shouts of joy come from the stairs, so I hurry to put headphones in my ears to isolate myself from everything that happens outside my room.
This party seems to have been made for Meredith, as my friend likes to blend in with people, but when Ian asked if it would be a problem to invite strangers I didn't have the courage to let him down again, so I just let them do what they they wanted.
After all, my birthday would not have been different if I had stayed in my villa, on the contrary, now I would probably be choking on popcorn with Mary and Tommy in front of the television, but the music that comes from the rest of the house doesn't allow me to sleep and I just want to have my phone now, to plug in my headphones and distract myself until I fall asleep.
As soon as I arrived last night I was sure that the week wouldn't go as I wanted, but Jack's arrival exceeded all my expectations: I avoided him all yesterday evening and today, but he seems to have understood and surprisingly did the same without bothering me.
Now he's probably having a good time with the other three in the middle of the crowd.
He knows well that I don't like parties and unfortunately he also knows why, but I try to reassure myself, thinking about Meredith and how much she deserves to have all attention on a day like this: it is also her birthday and I am convinced that now she will be laughing like crazy.
I hold back a smile at my thoughts, turning sideways to take my eyes out the window again.
With the trees as a backdrop and the strange sound of the wind colliding with the glass, I wonder why I never liked snow, while now it even helps me to calm down, so much that I raise an arm in the air and squint, opening my hand and imagining the flakes accumulating in my hand, but I retract my arm instantly and sit up in bed instantly when I hear my bedroom door swing open.
"Oh sorry..."
The jeans that Samantha suggested me to buy are so tight that I feel suffocated in this position, but I try to resist and glare at the boy who shows up a few meters away, taking a step back when he notices my presence. :
"Could you lend us the room?" - he asks outspokenly and only now I notice the young girl behind him, who lowers her eyes embarrassed when mine end up on her figure.
I try not to think about what they will do on my bed in the next few hours, but I can't hold back a grimace when I see him look at me hopefully, as my eyes fall on their intertwined hands, making me understand that it will not be the first and the last time.
I raise my eyes to the sky with a sigh, and then get out of bed and direct myself to the boots in the corner of the room, but not before having covered my body with my familiar jacket.
"I don't want sperm on my bed." - I threaten both of them with a dirty look, but the boy responds with an almost tender smile, nodding to my words:
"Thank you." - I hear him say before slamming the door behind me, then lowering myself to the height of my feet to put on my boots, while the music starts to annoy me so much that I hurry down the stairs.
If I can't stay in my room, I'm not going to spend an extra second with this noise, so I decide to leave the house to have a walk through the streets of this village that I've never visited before.
I go downstairs more quickly when I realize that I have attracted the attention of many guests, but I lower my head and mentally course each of them when I realize I receive malicious glances from the men invited in the party.
It seems that there are no other women in this living room and that I am the only being with a vagina for all the eyes that I feel on me right now, but before I start walking among the sweaty and smelly bodies I can't help bringing me eyes to my beloved fireplace, squinting when I notice that Ethan is sitting in the armchair and avoiding me completely, or perhaps he has not noticed my presence because he is too distracted to turn a lock of Meredith's dark hair around his index finger, sitting in front of her on the sofa.
Only now I realize that I have neither greeted Meredith nor met her before the party, but my heart rises when I see her place a hand on Ethan's chest and lean forward to get closer to his face with her hair no longer straight, but curly like mine, even if it looks great on her, while it makes me look like I have lit a fire on my head.
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