Our eyes remained blank at the sight before us.
Figures held close together, Audrey, Hannah Grace and I remained peering at the scene away, beholding what sprung about.
It was a crowd of jiving bodies, and although the space lacked proper music, as ordered by the school authorities, deciding they wouldn't give aid to having a party all in disguise of social night, the students still found one way to produce fun.
At each corner you turned to, you were sure to find one activity, earning the cheer and pulling the vigour around.
"What is this?" Hannah Grace called from beside me, her eyes taking in the area.
"It's a means of Communication!" Followed a bubbly Audrey, with figure soon pushing forward.
"See you lovelies, later"
She was gone in a second, sparing us not a chance to pull her back.
"Perfect!"
"There is not a single thing that would be appealing to be penned down for Miss Garner here" Followed the complaint of the girl beside me.
"Are you with me, Anna?" She had spun to me at once, perhaps taking in my silence.
"Of course I'm with you" My voice was low, gaze shifting through the figures spread before me. "I'm as lost as you are" The sigh left my lips.
"Where do I begin, if I am to write an essay on whatever this is all about" Hannah Grace called out, soon pulling a pen and paper from behind her, eyes skimming the entire space.
"Perhaps I begin over there" Her words were low, eyes resting on some figures sat at a far end of the room.
It was a circle of a game being played, and amongst those faces, I recognized one.
Zachary Cobain.
Even the black baseball cap worn on his head, couldn't do well having that profile hidden.
That grin of his, gave it all.
I caught a cluck coming from Hannah Grace, and when I turned to gaze at her, I beheld the frown which took her face. But, believe me, it was gone in an instant.
Like the scene away didn't infuriate her as much as it did me. But I couldn't say that now, for only my heart knew what amassed me at the presence of that figure on the other end of the room.
"I should begin work on my essay. That's all that matters to me" Called Hannah Grace in such low voice, with a weak smile tugging at those lips.
She had walked off into the hall, leaving the space, leaving me to the torment the scene brought.
The voices rang out around the area, while some students called for the games to begin.
It was a card game. Guilt trips.
Save me.
Whereby one player draws a red card, and whatever the card says, the person next to him or her has to undertake the task.
"Grope the player to your left, for five minutes straight, and do not stop until everyone has downed their liquor"
I heard the cheers that followed at the drop of those words, with eyes fixed on the figures of Zachary and Valerie.
A wide grin tugged at her lips, dark hair falling over her face, while she sat up, fixing her gaze in Zachary's.
"There's no liquor here"
That utterance brought the ease to my chest for a long minute, with me hoping that this ridiculous game could be put to an end, but at the next voice that followed. I found the agitation building back inside of me.
"I snuck a bottle in"
It was the guy I had spilled orange juice on. His eyes were rushed with glee, and somehow this time around, he wasn't wearing that scowl.
Of course, he wouldn't. Everyone in here was raving to the night.
They had began pouring out the drink into cup after cup, passing it onto each player, and at the call of that boy acting as the Compère, they all pulled the glasses to their lips, while Zachary and Valerie went engaging.
She had come over straddling him, his hands wrapped around her waist, while hers went over his neck.
Their lips were locked in a second, bodies held closed to each other, while each person done with their glass of drink cheered them on.
His hands slid up that short skirt which barely went past her thighs, her body arching at his touch, with their faces remaining in each other's.
Three glasses down, four to go. I watched the people downing the shots. At this point, it was obvious the delay they gave, perhaps to behold those figures make out longer.
My eyes were dull at those forms, watching as his hands pulled up her thighs, taking a stop around her waist. And so much as the sight away burned me, I remained peering on, searching for that which would add to my injury, and only when a moan could be heard pouring out the lips of Valerie, had I decided to give my aching heart some rest.
This was no social night. It was an excuse to get dirty. It sure was being misused by the lot of students, all finding one thing to do at every corner you turned to do.
And had it not been the chaperones that waited in the halls, you probably might find the students engaging with one another right in the open.
Still, if you listened closely, you could hear the moans coming from upstairs, those moans somehow missed by the waiting chaperones.
And at the partying figures, the jumbled and knackered forms, I had made my way out the building, going out the back to the only serene yard one would find in the area.
The peace, that is.