Isaac left after that, taking her car into town. While he was gone she got busy. Starting with the kitchen she removed any of the magic items that people might accidentally use.
She grabbed the cooler from the storage room and started packing things from the fridge into it. After it was filled with the cold potions she opened the freezer to fill it with ice. Grabbing the ice cube tray that her aunt invented she dropped the ice cubes into the cooler. She didn't completely understand the science that was behind the magic, but she knew that the tray was able to grab onto a water molecule from inside the freezer and then multiply it by a thousand until an ice cube formed. There was no need to feel it with water and the reaction was instantaneous. It just needed a water molecule, the ice tray, and temperatures below freezing.
Once everything on the first floor was moved into the storage room she magically locked it and moved on to the upstairs. She magically locked her room and her aunt's. No one would be able to enter the rooms with the spell in place; the only ones with access are her and Isaac.
She moved onto the bathroom. Gathering everything into her arms she deposited them into the guest room in one trip. Making sure to close and lock the door, she headed downstairs. Isaac pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. She walked down the steps to the car. "Need any help?"
Isaac jumped at the sound of her voice. "Don't sneak up on me!" He breathlessly screeched.
Luna held her hands up in front of her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to." She apologized.
"Whatever." He leaned into the backseat and pulled out some bags and a case of beer. "Can you grab the other one?" She did as he asked and followed him after closing the car door. They deposited everything onto the kitchen counter and put one of the cases of beer into the fridge while leaving the other one out.
"What time is this thing supposed to start?"
"Whenever practice is over." He glanced at his phone and grimaced. "Which was over twenty minutes ago."
There was a loud knock on the front door. She nervously grinned at Isaac as she went to let the guests in. "Looks like we finished just in time."
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Luna was leaning against the wall of the hallway upstairs trying to catch her breath. Music blared throughout the house. How had she let Isaac talk her into this?
Inhaling a deep breath, she brushed the hair out of her face. She couldn't stay up there hiding forever, plus she wanted to see Adam.
Adam.
He was downstairs talking or maybe even dancing. Maybe she could even dance with-nope. With her nerves and the fact that she didn't know how to dance, it was probably safer to just talk to him.
With a newfound determination and a goal in sight, well, a person, she pushed herself off of the wall. Slowly, she made her way down the steps. The living room was packed with drunken writhing bodies. It was way more than the twenty people who were supposed to be there. And to top it all off, someone brought their own beer, three cases of it.
She found Isaac sitting on the bottom staircase. "I figured you would have joined them by now." She teased him.
He scooted over to make room for her. "No one here wants to talk to me or dance with me." He sighed. "It sucks."
Luna felt eyes on them. Simon, a boy in her history class, was staring at them. He stood by the couch with a sea of bodies between them.
"Did you ask Simon?" She patted Isaac's shoulder and pointed to where the boy stood. "Not sure why he's here. I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about parties as I do."
Isaac shook his head. "I didn't even notice him. He looks a little out of place. I'll go cheer him up with my presence." Luna laughed. Before he left he leaned down close to her ear. Was it her imagination, or did Simon's face darken? "I saw Adam heading toward the kitchen."
"Thanks." She sat there for a few moments before she got up. She looked over to where Isaac was and saw that he had Simon laughing at something. Shaking her head, she headed for the kitchen.
A tall figure blocked her way. "Excuse me." She tried to pass by them. The person grabbed onto her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She looked up to find the scowling face of Mark. She tried to pull her arm free but Mark's grip on it was ironclad. "Let go." She growled.
He leaned down, his face just inches away from her face. "Where do you think you're going?" His breath fanned across the lower half of her face as he growled the question. His dark brown eyes looked into hers for a second before he looked away. A smirk curled the edges of his lips. "Following Adam like a lost puppy, why else would you throw a party." His harsh words were a bitter teasement.
She hardened her stare and glared at him. "It's none of your business Kwon." She addressed him by his last name. They weren't close enough for her to call him by his first name nor did she want to be. Not anymore.
His eyes met hers for a moment, something flickering deep within their depths. With a growl, he released her arm. Without wasting a second or giving him the chance to change his mind she marched past him.
Something cold poured onto her, covering her hair, splashing onto her shirtdress, and dripping onto the floor. The strong, bitter smell of alcohol burned her eyes and nose.
"What the hell!" She whispered while giving him a death glare. Anger seethed through her, turning her blood hot. She turned to face Mark, the red cup that was in his hand now empty. "What the hell?" She growled again. She turned a dagger-like stare onto him. What did she ever do to him to deserve this?
"Oops." His stare roamed up and down her body. "Looks like that pretty dress of yours might stain."
"What the hell, Mark!" Isaac pushed past the writhing bodies, only a couple of people watching as the scene played out. As soon as her best friend was by her side, she felt the anger evaporate. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Mark's contorted features softened for a fraction of a second.