✨ OBSESSIONS ?
? IT ALL STARTED WITH A BET ?
✍️ Authoress Cathy ✍️
? COPY AND GO BLIND ?
? CHAPTER 67&68?
Natasha exhaled before pushing the door open. Since it’s a party there was no need to lock it so people could easily come in. She widened her eyes on seeing the crowd.
She immediately brought out her phone and texted kandle saying she’s at the door. They had exchanged contacts before returning from their competition.
After some minutes, kandle approached her with a broad smile.
“Someone’s looking extra hot tonight.” He teased and Natasha rolled her eyes.
“It’s a party, of course I know the dress code.” She scoffed.
“Can I get you something to drink or you want to dance first?” He asked stretching his hand to her.
Natasha stared at it briefly before returning her gaze back to his face.
“I think we should drink first.” She said and he led her to the counter where the drinks were placed. They were mainly non alcoholic beverages there since it’s a school party. The last thing they wanted was a stupid drama because someone got drunk.
Fiona spotted them from her spot and sighed before walking to them. She was actually bored since the rest of the girls were no where to be found.
Natasha was about sipping from the can when she spotted Fiona and her hand hanged in the air.
“Hey.” Fiona smiled sweetly at them.
“I knew I shouldn’t have come here. If you’re here to kick me out then just know I’m already leaving.” Natasha muttered, dropping her drink on the table.
She tried standing up but Fiona held her down with a smile that says she means no harm.
“I’m not here to kick you out Natasha. I’m actually here to keep you company or the other way around.” Fiona sighed, sitting next to her.
“Wait what? Why would you come to me?” Natasha frowned.
“Any friend of Sway Sway is a friend of mine too.” Fiona shrugged.
Kandle focused his attention on his drink and people on the dancefloor as he felt they needed privacy but since he could still hear their voices, he decided to excuse himself.
“Hey Nat I’ll be right back.” He said politely, smiling at Fiona before leaving.
“Swayer and I aren’t friends. We stopped being friends a long time ago.” Natasha muttered, picking up her drink.
“Really? Swayer never mentioned that.” Fiona said pouting her lips.
“Are you for real right now?” Natasha frowned.
“Look, I’m not in the mood for mind games.” She added, taking a sip from the drink.
“I’m being real Natasha. Swayer never stopped being your friend. You’re the one who shut her out and started tainting her name.” Fiona said with a sigh.
“So what now, I’m the bad one here?” Natasha rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t say that. I just want to know why you stopped being friends with Swayer. She’s a really sweet lady. She’s selfless and humble and..”
“Yeah I get it! She’s a good person and I’m not.” Natasha snapped.
“You’re a good person too Natasha. At least if no one else noticed, kandle did.” Fiona smiled.
“What are you saying?”
“That you can still make things right with Swayer. She still loves you and would gladly have you back as a friend.” Fiona replied, standing up.
“If what you’re saying is true, why didn’t she come to tell me herself?” Natasha muttered.
“Look, Swayer might be nice and all but she has this annoying habit of bottling things up. She hardly let’s people know what she’s feeling. That’s why she has us to do it for her.” Fiona winked, turning around to leave.
“Wait.” Natasha called and she turned back to her.
“Even if I do apologize to Swayer, the rest of the famics h@të me. It’s of no use.”
“Those girls? Oh please. They’re always bitter towards anyone that acts the way you acted, except Anna though who’s really sweet. They’ll eventually give in if Swayer is on board.” Fiona smiled.
“Thank you.” Natasha muttered and Fiona bounced her head before walking away.
Almost immediately, kandle came back with a smile.
“Hope you’re done now cause it’s time to dance.” He said and dragged her off the couch before she could say anything, leading her to the dancefloor.
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Chrystal tossed the can into the bin, making sure it got in before going back into the kitchen. She was shocked to see Ethan waiting for her.
“Gosh, why are you everywhere in this house.” She groaned and Ethan chuckled.
He had two bottled drinks with him.
“The question is why are the party hosts not having the same vibes as the invites? It’s like you don’t even know you’re in a party.” He said handing her a bottle.
“I don’t drink.” Chrystal rolled her eyes after seeing the label on the bottle.
“You can’t be serious.” Ethan chuckled, placing the bottle on the kitchen counter while opening the other and taking a sip.
“What do you want Ethan?” Chrystal asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“Isn’t it obvious by now? I want to know what’s bothering you.”
“Yeah right, because you’re the caring type.” Chrystal rolled her eyes, taking the bottle on the counter.
“I thought you said you don’t drink?” He asked with furrowed brows.
“Again, what do you care?” Chrystal scoffed.
“Admit it Lang, we bonded back in Canada.” Ethan smirked.
“You call that bonding? I wanted to be anywhere else that’s not by your side. You were f*cking annoying.” Chrystal rolled her eyes, taking a gulp from the bottle. She squeezed her face a little but still kept drinking.
“Oh c’mon. You would have been bored with someone else.” He winked.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten you kissed me without my permission you a*shole.” Chrystal frowned.
“Believe it or not I like you.”
“Like my foot. You’re a jerk. A playboy and once you get what you want, it’s byebye to that Bîtch and hello to your new prey.” Chrystal said with a glare before staring at the bottle.
“For someone who doesn’t drink, you’ve almost emptied that bottle. What’s wrong?” Ethan asked carrying a serious face.
“The day I tell you my problems is the day I get hit by a car.” Chrystal scoffed, dropping the bottle and walking out of the kitchen.
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Swayer sighed as she watched everyone on the dancefloor. Maybe this party wasn’t a good idea after all. She’s been waiting for Sebastian to get back for almost an hour now and she’s already tired. What could Ivory be talking to him about that’s taking this long?
She was already feeling uncomfortable from the stares she’s been getting from guys she doesn’t even recognize as Salvatore students. She decided to go take a leak and probably just stay in her room till the party is over.
And so with that, she got her lazy @$$ off the chair and climbed the stairs to her room. There were people hanging around the stairs but none were allowed into the rooms. It was off limits so she didn’t need to bother about a stranger being in her room.
She opened the door and just as expected, it was empty and clean. She quickly rushed to the restroom to pee, washing her hand after. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. She really needs to add. Not like she cares about her body shape but she just didn’t want people to think she’s underfed.
“Gosh Swayer, you’re definitely leaving Colombia after high school. I can’t take this pressure anymore.” She said to herself and finally came out of the toilet.
What welcomed her was the face of a stranger.
“Who the hell are you?” She frowned at the guy resting his body on her door. She must have forgotten to lock it while rushing to the restroom.
“Doesn’t matter. I’ve been watching you from the ground floor. You’re hot.” The guy smirked, scrutinizing Swayer’s body. The way he was looking at her gave her goose bumps and she started shaking even with their distance.
“Th-his room is off limits. Didn’t you r-read the sign?” She forced herself to ask. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her being scared.
The guy ignored her question and started coming closer to her.
“Hey stay back! Get out of here!” Swayer yelled but he only smiled at her.
“Don’t make this difficult for both of us. You’re one of those famics Bîtch that everyone is talking about. You girls think you’re gods in the school and untouchable..”
“What the hell are you talking about!” Swayer cut him off.
“Get out or I’ll scream.” She said moving back towards the bed.
“Go ahead. It’s a loud party.” The guy grinned naughtily, increasing his pace until he got to her, grabbing her by the neck.
Swayer’s cheeks were already wet with tears. This couldn’t possibly be happening right? It’s her house and her party. This can’t possibly be happening.
“Don’t cry now baby doll. I haven’t even started yet. My name is Pax by the way. I’m telling you because it’s the name you’ll be screaming tonight.” He whispered before pushing her roughly on the bed.
“No get off of me! Stop! Get off!” Swayer kept screaming and trying to push him off but he was too heavy and strong.
He began tearing her clothes off and all she could do was scream for help.
