This party is totally insane.
I mean, I know it’s his birthday, but Brett’s gone totally overboard. A big cheesy disco ball is spewing out dancing dots of light. Flashing pink and blue lights are illuminating the corners of the room which are full of people doing things that should only be reserved for dark and dingy corners.
In one corner, Emmy is getting manhandled. I think that’s the only way to describe the clumsy movement of his hand under her shirt as he does something to her breast that reminds me of milking a cow. I cringed. Oh well, she seems to be enjoying it.
The other corner is infested with the ones that wear too much black eyeliner on their unnaturally pale faces. A few of them are talking. They’re probably discussing vampires, the mysterious dark arts or some obscure Nordic band that makes music with chainsaws.
And last but not least, my sister’s corner. She reminds me of a bottle of Pepto-Bismal tonight, although I doubt that’s her intention. She’s completely surrounded by her blonde, minion clones. Their iPhones are all out—of course. They squish their faces together and pout seductively as their hundredth selfie is taken, Tweeted, Snapped, Instagrammed, Facebooked and had the hell hashtagged out of it. AF!
Seriously, how the hell are we twins? How are we even related?
My eyes move from my sister to the dance floor and…there he is.
He’s standing amidst the dancers and laughing at something. He has the best smile; it brings out the dimples in his cheeks. His black shirt is clinging to him and when he puts his hands in his pockets, his jeans slipped down. OMG, for a split second I catch a tiny flash of his stomach. Eyes up Sadie! Stop looking in the low-zone.
I know I’m perving like a total idiot right now and if anyone could read my mind they’d laugh and tell me I’m the last girl on the planet Connor Matthews would ever go out with. And they’d be right. Connor goes for girls like my sister. Not me.
But, of course, all this doesn’t stop me from being totally, madly, heart-stoppingly in love with Connor Matthews. In love with him for the last ten years, since the very first day he moved in next-door.
So that’s my sad story. The pathetic story of Sadie Glover, the girl silently, painfully drowning in the agony of daily unrequited love. Unrequited love… it has to the cruelest form of torture around. It’s always there. It never leaves. Always lurking in the back of your mind, taking up so much space and energy that sometimes you wish it could just be surgically removed.
Suddenly I’m feeling nervous again. Even though I know him so well, probably better than anyone in the world, he still makes me as nervous as hell. I instinctively raise my finger to my mouth and I’m just about to bite down on my cuticle, when my mother’s botoxed face comes flying into my mind.
“Stop! It’s unladylike to bite your nails. Bite this instead.”
So typical of my mother and her constant need to be “helpful”, but I obey and reach into my pocket to pull out the unopened pack of gum she’d given me. I rip off the wrapping nervously and shove a stick into my mouth. The intense minty-cinnamon flavors hit me all at once. I’ve never liked gum, and certainly not this flavor. I was just about to look around for a dustbin, when…
BAM! It‘s dark.
The lights go out with a loud, frightening pop. A distressed gasp rises up from the room and I can hear people fumbling around in search of their phones. Someone bumps into me and I stumble backwards slightly. I can’t see who it is in the dark and then…
And that’s when I decide to do it.
I run straight ahead, pushing people out the way. I can see a few phones already glowing in their owner’s palms. I better hurry. So I move faster…and smack.
I recognize his smell immediately. It’s intoxicating and I want to drink it in, but there’s no time. Reaching up, I take his face between my hands and kiss him.
I just kiss him.
And then as quickly as I’d started the kiss, I stop it, and disappear into the darkness before he knows it’s me.