The party is fucking bummer
The drink taste like shit, Jaime even isn’t sure what combination can make it taste like a goblin’s elixir. It must be some cheap beer with strawberry syrup.
The place isn’t too bad except the house is quite small with only 2 bedrooms, so some horny teenager should make out in every corner of the room. The music is trash, some shitty EDM compilations blaring on old speakers. Jaime thinks his eardrum will explode anytime soon.
“Bet this is party special for uni loser” Mikey nudges Jaime’s ribcage. Jaime rolls his eyes even though he can’t believe he spends his night at this godforsaken place.
“Is this even can be called a party? This is just some losers trying to make a party like cool kids” Jaime snorts. Fuck- he should have known when some random nerd-look gave him a flyer in front of his apartment. Who the fuck makes party invitations with a flyer?
If Mikey his roommate didn’t whine begged him to come to the party with him because he needs some distraction after breaking up with his girlfriend or whatever bullshit he said to convince Jaime or if he didn't invest too much by wearing good clothes and makeup and took cab he must have gone back to his apartment right now.
“So we are, I mean we are basically 2 freshmen who are trying to socialize with a cool kid but end up in this loser reunion, god are we really that pathetic Jaime???” Mikey babbles as Jaime sits on the cramped couch between his shit-faced roommate and a couple who eating each other faces. Goddammit, they even don’t have enough couches to sit on but have the audacity to hold a party.
“That sounds like you. Don’t drag me to your circle” Jaime even doesn’t know why he responds to his drunk roommate, bringing someone who just broke up to the party definitely not the best way to spend your Saturday night.
“Hey, maybe you can make some friends here since we just start our first semester it could be more convenient if you know one or two seniors maybe they can invite us to their cool kid's circle” great, now he's drunk roommate dares to give him—the sober one some useful advice - wonderful!
He doesn’t know since when Mikey has this weird obsession to be friends with the cool kids or he has some fantasy to become part of a famous uni gang or whatever but Jaime almost lost his patience. He needs to get up and look around, maybe searching for some eatable food at least before the couple beside him pulls off each other pants.
“Stay here, I’ll search for food,” he tells his boozy friend, who just kicks the couple from the couch so he can stretch his legs. Jaime can’t help but chuckle at least his drunk ass can do something useful.
“Don’t forget to introduce me if you meet someone cool”
Jaime rolls his eyes “yeah whatever, and for fuck’s sake stop drinking that nasty poison!. Shit! is that even drinkable for humans???”
Jaime walks to the living room. Good thing he wears his bomber jacket. The house even doesn’t have the heater on in the middle of fucking January.
People gather around at the dining table watching some guy who dances like a possessed monkey or drunken gorilla trying to do hula hoop. He isn’t sure. Some people cheer him by shoving camera hand phones to his face. Jaime shakes his head – a poor guy, he will regret that tomorrow.
Jaime heads to the kitchen where some people play beer pong, he opens the fridge searching for some decent food beside the nasty mushy tortilla on the table that Jaime is suspicious someone just spits his beers on that. He finds some eggs, bitten apples, expired food, and spoiled coffee on Tupperware.
Whoever owns this house whether they’re broke, lazy, a loser or a combination of all of them.
Jaime takes the egg. Hopefully, it doesn’t rot. He turns on the stove, put on the pan, and pours some oil. He can’t believe he cooks his own meal in someone else’s house in the middle of the party. But Jaime can’t care enough. At least his gastric acid won’t make a scene tomorrow morning because of drinking alcohol with an empty stomach.
Thank god the egg doesn’t rot, he just needs some salt and done. Turning on his heel in a quick spin to search for the salt on the cabinet behind him when he bumps into someone.
“Jesus Christ, watch where you stand” Jaime chides as he almost gets his shirt dirty, If someone he just bumped didn’t grab his drink tightly,
“you just stole the egg and now you mentioned Jesus” The man scoffs, Jaime’s eyes widening as he feels scandalized by the man with pale skin and feline cat eyes.
Okay now it sounds like he’s cute, but Jaime ignores to agree.
The guy's skin pales like he’s part of the Cullen family or something, maybe twilight should cast him. And his eyes’ right the eyes, it sharps like a cat, not the cat in ‘puss in the boots’ but cat-like ‘Cheshire cat’ on Alice in wonderland with a sly smirk. Jaime bets this guy must be the kind of guy who’ll snitch his friends for weeds.
“Excuse me??? Who are you?” Jaime argues snappily, but he still ignores the boy’s judging looks towards him and goes back to check on his egg, he won’t sacrifice to burn his egg just because this random guy who Jaime isn’t sure he’s sober or not. He's going flip his damn egg, well, no salt won’t harm.
“I should be the one who asks. Who the hell are you?”
Right, Jaime realises, he’s a freshman who just started his first semester and people older than him may mostly attend this party. Basically, he and Mikey are the alien between them. But fuck seniority, this is a party for everyone. The party even isn’t good enough to get exclusivity.
“I’m a guest, of course, duh”
“Not all who come to the party is the guest. Especially my party” The guy raises his eyebrow as he tries to mock Jaime.
“So this is your party, huh? Your house? Good, because I need to tell you that this party is totally crap! Your drink taste like a troll’s pee, even a troll would be offended if I said that. There’s not enough place so everyone has sex everywhere like primitive barbarians and for fuck’s sake, didn’t you have decent food to eat? I’m not even surprised if I find a spider web in your fridge. What the hell is it??? it’s not even a party!!! it's just loser-reunion-club or something” His sudden aggressive outburst surprised him, either he was too hungry or he was just embarrassed because he was caught red-handed stealing the egg, but his dignity won’t allow admitting, obviously.
Jaime shoves the egg (basically still hot) into his mouth. Hopefully, no one notices his flushed ears.
“You don’t know who am I?” The blonde guy asks, Jaime didn’t realise he wears eyeliner until he squinted his eyes, it’s clearly the guy wears hairspray or gel to make his hairs stay stylish. His leather jacket quite dashing, fitly hugs his body, and the rip on his skinny jeans shows his milky pale thighs.
He assumes the boy wants to pull some emo and gothic style, and well.. it suits him perfectly and his grumpy sarcastic attitude will live up to the character for sure. Jaime gives himself a mental shake – what the hell he was thinking?
“Bold of you assuming I should know who you are?” he scoffs
“well, bold of you assuming you can eat my egg for free. It’s 10 dollars,” he smiles smugly.
The hell? 10 dollars for an egg? Is he a loan shark or something?
“Nevermind, it’s from last Christmas after all”
Jaime chokes and almost throws up the egg he just swallows.
“Pfftt...hahaha...I kid I kid” the blond boy burst out laughing until he needs to grab the kitchen counter so he won’t fall. Jaime can’t believe he is just being pranked by some freak guy at a bummer party. What a great night!
“You- you son of the bitch!”
“Wow relax small guy~” he lifts his hand in the air gesturing surrender “just comes to the rooftop in…” he checks his wristwatch “15 minutes”
“Why should I?”
“alright 10 dollars for the egg then, just put the money on the table” and he leaves just like that
Who the fuck he was thinking?
Jaime can’t stand it anymore, all of these people are indeed a bunch of losers trying to act like cool kids. He is just almost being tricked by one of them. Jaime is sure that boy must be playing his trick on a lot of people so he can buy booze or something to fill his fridge. What a nice trick. But not for Jaime, he’ll leave this scammer’s nest and tuck himself in his comfy duvet like his original plan to spend this Saturday night. Now he just needs to find his roommate and get the hell outta here.
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