Chapter 2: Party
She tricked me! She tricked me, and I can’t believe I fell for it!
I should have known she’ll pull something like this when she said that she wanted me to attend a friend’s party in her place. I should have seen it coming ever since she asked about it that morning!
And to think, I really dressed up for it! Even wore freaking heels!
If she thinks she can do as she pleases with me, then she’s wrong! I’d rather walk back home in this stupid heels, than get in that stupid party like this. It would look like I dressed up for Matt.
I was just about to start walking back home when I saw a certain someone with her crew heading for the Roose’s gate, laughing gaily with each other; and somehow got turned between staying and heading back.
After all, if there’s someone I want to show this ‘transformation’ more than Matt, it would be Jessica Crow. I mean, if Matt is the reason for everything then she’s the means.
Well, I guess it won’t be that bad to show up, if it’s at least to see Jessica’s reaction when she sees me. I wander if she’ll recognize me.
When the person at the receiving area told me earlier that Matt was expecting me, I’m not sure what to make of it. Then again, if he’s up to something to humiliate me then he’s in for a big surprise. When I decided to come, I’m already expecting the worst. After all this is enemy territory.
However, as soon as I got inside I thought that maybe it’s better that I head back. The party was in the garden, and by the time I got in, there were already a lot of people present: eating, dancing or trying to catch up over the loud music, a very, very loud music. This being one of the reasons why I don’t like partying. Loud music, I mean.
But hey, I’m already here so better to just get on with it.
I decided to go get a drink in the refreshments table when someone suddenly approached me. He looked very familiar, I just can’t remember who. He was holding two glasses of something and handed one to me.
“You’re going to get one, right?” He smiled.
“Um…Is that…” I looked at it uncertainly.
“Oh, don’t worry its just ice tea.” He grinned.
“I see. Thanks.” I smiled coolly as I took the glass.
He looked around then said, “Nice party, huh?” I nodded in response as I took a sip. “It brings back memories. You remember before, Matt would always throw parties like this. Always a blast.”
He’s right, Matt would always throw parties like this in high school and it’s always exclusive too; usually to those in his circle of friends. And although I’m not one of them, I’m always invited. The reason for it is for them to have someone make fun of.
I mean, the first and last time I went to a party he threw, I got water balloons thrown at me the instant I got into the venue. Courtesy by most of the people in it. I felt so pathetic as I ran all the way home, wet to the bones and in tears; and even had a fever for three days. Since then, I never attended any party he or anyone at the school threw.
“And I remember you always enjoying the dance.” He said with a wink I immediately remembered as John Walter’s.
Yeah, right. I never even got the chance to get a drink on that one party.
I chuckled a little and asked him if he wanted to dance, he beamed at me and immediately pulled me to the center of the dance floor.
While we danced, some guys were really checking me out. I must say, I really have become an attractive woman. Who would have thought that a day would come when instead of snickers and disgusts, they would send me these kinds of looks. The world sure is round.
I gave them meaningful winks in return, starting to get the party feeling and danced like I’ve never danced before. Of which perhaps I never really did. Might as well enjoy the party while I can, right?
After two songs of jumping and shaking, we decided to have a break. “Wow! You’re amazing.” He praised breathlessly. I’m pretty amazed myself. For someone who doesn’t really party, I sure acted one hell of a party babe.
“You’re not bad yourself.” I grinned, taking a sip on a glass of coke he took for me.
I can’t believe I just danced with John Walter. John Walter, of all people! He’s one of the suck-ups, that you can’t really tell if they idolized or loath Matt. I mean, he can’t just accept the fact that he’s no match for Matt; not even to Matt’s pinky toe. Matt is just so– Never mind.
“Every party that Matt throws is always the best, even after so many years.” He said, somewhat indifferently.
“Well, he IS the most popular in our class, not only because of his looks but also because of his parties.” I said a matter of factly. That was not praising.
“You’re right.” He smiled wryly. “But you can’t measure someone’s worth just because he’s good-looking and rich, right?”
I had to bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Desperate much? “You’re right. But girls usually go for his kind, you know.”
“You think so?” He asked hopefully. “Does that mean you’re one of those girls?”
God! I can’t believe this guy! It’s been years since we all last saw Matt, though I’ve yet to see him, and he’s not over with his inferiority complex?
“Well, actually, no. Not really.” I said, offering a small smile.
“Really?” He brightened at that.
“Yeah.” I widened my smile. He’s such a kid. “I mean, I’m not really into the popular types.”
“You’re the second person I know who didn’t fall for his charms then.”
I raised a brow. “Yeah?” Who wouldn’t fall for Matt? She must be blind! I mean, I was in the idea that everyone admired Matt, the girls mostly. Even the old Wish Anderson did! And he was her bully. “Who would the first be?”
“Wish Anderson, of course.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“W-Wish Anderson? Really?” Really? How on earth did he even get that idea? I’m practically the most in love with Matt! I was so in love with him, even though he hates me so much.
“Really. After all the bullying she got from him. I bet she’s his number one hater. Wouldn’t you think so?”
Oh, you have no idea pal. You have no idea.
“You’re right.” I agreed, smiling to myself. “If I were her, I would want revenge not only to him but to everyone who had made her high school life hell.”
“Exactly.” He chuckled.
“A make-over perhaps.”
He nodded, grinning.
“A make-over that no one would recognize, unless he or she was close to her.”
He nodded again and I joined his grinning.
“And then, attend a party he organized, flirt and dance with people who didn’t recognize her…”
The grinning on his face slowly disappeared, and he stared at me in shock.
“And hope that she’ll be able to flirt with him, and witness the same expression you are giving me right now.” I finished, innocently fluttering my eyes.
That was the last straw. His eyes and mouth opened dumbly. I feel like I’m really going to enjoy this party.
“John Walter, right?” I said, closing his mouth for him. “I’m Wish Anderson. And I’m back.”