Chapter 12: She told the truth and nothing but the truth

Chapter 12

“Are you sure you want to go to this party… with Cyrus?” Christy asked as she stared at me warily. I nodded.

“That is done and over with, Chris- besides; you’ll be there if anything goes wrong. I’m not getting drunk tonight.” I said, sighing.

“Okay…” She said, nodding slowly. Christy doesn’t like parties much, neither do I, it’s just… I just need to get out of the house. Besides, if Christy can’t go- I’m not going; whether Cyrus is there or not. Riley already cancelled out on hanging out with us because he’s already made plans to hang out with Leila and then it’ll be awkward and my excuse wouldn’t pull through.

“Let’s get ready.” Christy said, her smile reappearing as she examined my closet.

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“Let’s get going!” Christy said, stomping her heels. I groaned, turning towards her and walking over in my converse. Yeah, who say’s heels are necessary to have a good time? I wore them once, almost broke my ankle twice. Been there, done that, don’t want to go back. We slipped into the car as Christy started the engine, nearly racing to the party that we were ‘late’ to. She’s only complaining because Warner will be left waiting for two stinking minutes!

“Let’s go!” She demanded while grabbing my arm in a death grip as she high tailed across the semi crowded lawn. I trailed behind her glancing at the people getting out of their expensive looking cars. I saw Warner sitting on a couch, leaning away from a touchy blond who looked like she’s already wasted. When he saw Christy, he darted up making the blond fall onto his spot on the couch. She curled into a ball and proceeded to sleep.

“You’re finally here!” Warner said, relief trailing through his voice.

“This one-“ Include rude nod towards me. “-demanded she spend more time on her makeup to impress Cyrus.” She said, adding an inappropriate loved up voice impression of me.

“It wasn’t for Cyrus.” I hissed, growling angrily. She shrugged it off while Warner looked amused.

“Well I think you two look beautiful.” He said, smiling kindly.

I assumed the compliment was directed more towards Christy because his eyes were locked with hers; but I shrugged it off. He was her man.

I decided to look around for mine, I mean, Cyrus. I caught sight of Miranda who saw me glaring and smiled sickly sweet at me. Her dark blue dress that came to her upper thigh made me cringe at the obvious thoughts it gave guys. ‘Easy’ was one of many. The stilettos on her feet made her stand taller than me. She was dancing with her cronies who also gave off many disgusting impressions on the surrounding guys.

I continued glancing around before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Who ya looking for? Mr. Right? Because I’m right here.” He said smoothly. I turned towards the privacy invader.

“I’m Damien, you can call me Dame.” He said, holding out a hand. I shrugged it off and scoffed at him. He wasn’t my type. He screamed ‘evil and manipulative.’ He probably used his looks to get what he wants from girls and then ends up beating them with a rusty nail filled stick.

“What? You’re too good for a handshake?” He asked, slowly lowering his hand. I rolled my eyes at him before returning back to my search.

“Is there another guy?” He asked, standing too closely beside me. I turned to look at him with the most annoyed look that I could muster. Couldn’t he take a hint?

“A group of guys?” He asked, amused. I scowled and continued ignoring him. I hope I’m better at ignoring people than Cyrus says.

“A gang of guys? Whoa, I’ve never imagined you to be that type of girl.” He said, sighing. He doesn’t even know me!

“A girl?” He asked, grinning widely. I fiercely turned my head towards him, glowering angrily.

“Why don’t you leave me alone? I’m obviously not in the mood for your childish teasing and taunting.” I spat, crossing my arms.

“It’s hard to leave a pretty girl like you alone.” He winked suggestively as he went to brush my hair out of my face. I swatted his hand away, annoyed.

“You don’t know me and I don’t want you to. But I’ll let you in on a little secret, I’m not easy. But you want an easy girl? Go talk to her.” I said, pointing in Miranda’s direction. His eyes followed my hand as he set his eyes on his (hopefully) new target. His nose wrinkled before he turned back to me.

“She has bottle brown hair.” He said, scowling. I rolled my eyes; she died her hair brown with streaks of dark brown, much like my own, for tonight probably.

“She’s naturally a brunette.” I lied. He shrugged and began his walk over to her before looking over his shoulder at me.

"Don’t think you’re out of my view yet, mystery girl.” He said, winking and turning back to his subject. I watched as she easily swooned as he ran his hands over his abs that he was flashing to her. They were nice abs, but I still wanted to puke.

I continued my journey around the now crowded house; I was looking for a bathroom. This house was larger than the last one, I’m pretty sure it had a pool according to all the girls clad in small bikinis that even a 9 year old couldn’t fit. If I could just find a bathroom, I’d be able to text Cyrus.

I glanced back at the crowd to see that Miranda had left the guy and went back to her friends who laughed as if they’d heard a secret. I got to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, glancing around. The walls were mint green and the shower curtain was a darker green along with the toilet cover and other sink accessories. I pulled out my phone, annoyed. I’d been here for 20 minutes and I still hadn’t caught sight of Cyrus.

‘Where are you?’ I messaged Cyrus.

‘Looking for you.’ He replied almost immediately.

‘Wow, the specific-ness of that message makes me want to climb out a window and become a unicorn.‘ I sent sarcastically.

'I’m on the second floor, in a club like room, its dark blue, it has a cooler and stuff.’ He sent back, obviously ignoring my sarcasm.

I left the room, looking around for any doors. I found three; once of which was occupied, one had a large bed and was empty but if I find Cyrus, it won’t be. I’m kidding. And the last had loud music reverberating from it. Why had I not chosen this one first? It surely would’ve saved me some valuable time. I swung open the door to reveal Cyrus and a bunch of dancing teenagers.

Cyrus cowered in a corner, but managed to look cool. I walked over to him as he nervously stared at his phone. I approached him from behind, tapping his shoulder.

“I told you I don’t want to dance with you.” He began as I cut him off.

“It’s me.” I said, scowling.

“Oh, hi. I’ll dance with you any day.” He winked. I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll pass.” I teased.

“So… you want a drink?” He asked, pointing to a mixing table in the corner. I shrugged, grabbing an unopened can of coke and sipping it as he mixed alcohols together, creating a concoction suited to kill. He sipped it and sighed in satisfaction. I rolled my eyes at his dramatization.

“Having fun?” I asked, teasingly. He scowled, shaking his head.

“The girls are too touchy. Every three seconds- one of them comes up and asks me to dance!” He said, pointing at a group of girls who sat on a couch close by.

“You must be having the time of your life.” I snorted, grinning. He rolled his eyes as he sipped his drink. I could see his eyes begin to haze over.

“You sure you want to drink?” I asked, looking at him.

“It’s not a big deal.” He said, shrugging.

"How much have you had already?” I asked, sighing.

“Two cups.” He said, finishing his cup again as he walked to make more. I couldn’t help but notice the slight stumble as he walked. I grabbed a can of Pepsi and slugged it down. He sat back down, slurping the drink obnoxiously. I glared at him as he laughed sloppily. We haven’t been talking for two minutes and he’s already drunk. I felt the coke start to have an effect on my bladder as I stood up.

“Where’re you going?” He asked, slurring his words slightly. His eyes had trouble focusing on me.

“Stay here. I have to go to the restroom.” I demanded as I straightened out my shirt.

“I’ll go with you.” He winked and I rolled my eyes, pointing to the seat. He nodded, looking back at his cup. I slipped through the people who were dancing a little too close for comfort.

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I waited anxiously outside of the bathroom, waiting for whoever was in there to hurry on out. I’ve been waiting for 3 minutes and I had about 2 more minutes before Cyrus was going to be passed out and those girls would take advantage; unless of course, he was a strong drunk.

I heard a flush and the sink turn on and a bit of relief coursed through me. The door swung open and a familiar face stood with the light flowing over her shoulder. I stopped pacing and looked at her, my glare taking place. One of Miranda’s girls stood with her eyes bright as she raced away from me. Weird… but who cares? I have to pee! I slid into the bathroom.

I ran back to the room where I’d left Cyrus. I looked in the corner, at the bar, on the couch- where was he? Don’t tell me he wandered off. He couldn’t have gotten that far. He must’ve been in one of the rooms. I trailed out of the room, opening the already occupied door- for the second time in the matter of 20 minutes and then I neared the other door.

I heard giggling and then it came to an abrupt stop soon after I came close to the door. My hand nervously fidgeted with the doorknob. Who knows what was in there? Could a couple be in there doing… y’know? My curiosity got the best of me as I opened the door.

The quote ‘curiosity killed the cat’ was true in this sense. My mouth gaped open forming an ‘o.’ I felt as if my eyes were burning, tears brimming quickly. My ears were ringing, pulsing with blood. I felt the blood coursing to my ears, my pulse thudding quickly as my heart beat increased substantially. I felt my hands clam up and then start to sweat as I stared at the horrific sight in front of me.

In the dim light, Miranda sat with her arms around a guy’s neck and her legs around his waist as she pulled away slightly to glare at me. His hands trailed down to her hips as they gripped considerably tight; but not enough to hurt her unfortunately. I would pay to see her get ripped apart, limb by limb by a wild pack of wolves that haven’t eaten in a month. Her fake gasping brought me back to reality.

The hazel contacts were still in her eyes as she smirked at me, obviously glad with my discomfort. Her lip gloss was smeared halfway across her face and probably on the guy’s, who I haven’t got a good look at, face. Her recently dyed brown hair was let loose from the previous complicated up do as she grinned wickedly at me in satisfaction of my expression. My eyes wandered to the guy. His back was pressed against the headboard and he looked drunk but in love, none the less. But even worse?

The guy was Cyrus.