Page 58 of Anathema
The music was so loud that I could feel the bass vibrating the floorboards with every step. It was crowded inside, and navigating through all the drunk and sweaty bodies was less than appealing. But I was here for a good time, and nothing would prevent that.
Reaching the kitchen, I spotted my bottle of Malibu on the far counter. My mouth began watering, begging for the taste of my favorite coconut rum.
As I reached out to grab the bottle, another hand gripped its neck simultaneously.
“Excuse me!” I yelled over the music, glaring at whoever the fuck was trying to take the bottle from me.
“No,excuse me. I’m taking this last shot.” She yanked the bottle from my grasp and unscrewed the cap with a smirk.
Seriously?!
“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” I growled, fisting my hands in anger. This prissy bitch came out of nowhere with her long dark hair, hazel eyes, andI getwhatever I wantattitude. I hated the entitlement that radiated off of her smug ass.
“Chyler!” Another voice yelled across the kitchen, and I took my chance at grabbing the bottle back from her while she was distracted, turning her attention to whoever called her name.
“Hey!” Chyler snapped her eyes back to me, and she sneered. “Give that back, bitch.”
A smug smile played across my face as I brought the bottle to my lips.
“Sorry, this one’s mine, go find your own.” I winked before downing the last shot in the bottle. “Or better yet, go fuck one of the frat boys for a bottle. I’m sure they’d appreciate you.” I chuckled, licking my lips and savoring every last drop before replacing the bottle on the counter.
She raised her hand to slap me across the face. “You son of a—”
“Woah, woah, woah! Not tonight, Chy!” Another woman with long white blonde hair stepped in, wrapping her hand around Chyler’s wrist, preventing her from taking a shot at me. Not that I would have even flinched. It wouldn’t be the first time that I had gotten into a fight here.
“Daughterof a dick sounds better. I’ve got tits, not a cock. Enjoy your evening.” I stepped around the two women and moved to head into the living room where the DJ was playing.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Chyler growled, reaching out and pulling me back by my hair.
“What the fuck!” I screamed, wrapping my hands behindmy head to prevent her from ripping out the strands. “You are seriously this worked up over a fucking shot of Malibu?”
Who even was this bitch? I had never seen her here before; she must be new on campus. Freshmen… Although they both looked way older than me.
“Chyler, let it go.” White blonde gripped Chyler’s shoulders, attempting to pull her off me. “She isn’t worth the fight,” She added.
I clenched my teeth from the pain of how hard she was pulling my hair, but I managed to flip myself around and grab onto hers. It was longer than mine, making it easier to get a hold of.
“Goddamnit!”She screamed as I pulled hard enough to jerk her head to the side. “Fuck off, Mads, this isn’t any of your business.” Chyler snapped.
A crowd had started gathering in the kitchen, watching the two of us fight over a single shot of rum. I could hear people mumbling over the loud music. A slow chant of ‘catfight, catfight, catfight’ started ringing throughout the room.
“It is if you want to stay here and not get us kicked the fuck out like you always do.” Mads gritted her teeth in anger and frustration. I take it she played the role of Chyler’s babysitter.
“Fuck… fine.” She sighed angrily, releasing my hair and shoving me forward. “Go piss someone else off.” Chyler narrowed her eyes on me as I straightened my leather jacket.
“Fucking psycho bitch.” I snapped back before leaving the kitchen altogether. I don’t know what got into her, but fuck she was intense for a woman. Someone needed to get laid tonight, and it wasn’tme.
Rolling my eyes as I left the kitchen, I grabbed a beer that one of the guys held out as I passed by the tapped keg he was serving from.
Whatever, I wasn’t about to let one stupid bitch ruin my night of fun.
Bytwointhemorning, the crowd had started dying down. Everyone was too drunk to stand, and a good majority of them were passed out on the floor of the living room. I staggered up the stairs to the second floor to find Tyler’s bedroom. He was the only one of all the frat guys I trusted, and he never slept here unless he had to. His parents paid for his room at the Frat house, but he preferred to stay with a couple of his friends in a townhouse off campus.
Opening the door, the room was completely dark and, for the most part, empty. I dragged my feet to the bed before collapsing face-first into the sheets. My head spun with the buzz from all the beer I had consumed throughout the night.
Rolling onto my back, I covered my eyes with the back of my arm and sighed. I didn’t even bother undressing; I was going to run out of here and back to my dorm room once I had sobered up enough to make it there on my own.
Music was still playing downstairs. It was muffled, but you could still hear it and feel the vibrations from the bass on the second floor. I began drifting off to sleep before I heard the door to the room open and close.
