Parties.

I never understood the concept of it. Like what was the point of getting drunk and dancing like a bunch of maniacs between sweaty and smelly people who God only knew carried how many germs with themselves.

I utterly abhorred parties and never really attended one, unless needed. Tonight Lauren and Jerome's bachelorette party was going to happen. As you guessed it right, at first, I refused to attend it but after Jerome's several pleadings and bribes, I gave in. Only two more days and I was going to be free.

I wore a simple outfit for the party which consisted of black jeans, paired with a leather jacket and a top. There was no way in hell I was going to wear a glittery-ass dress.

I was applying red lipstick when my phone started blaring, making me startle and I got lipstick all over my cheeks. I groaned in exasperation and saw an unknown number flashing across the screen. I picked up my phone and accepted the call.

"Whoever you are, you are so fucking lucky that you ain't here in front of me." I spat out in anger and took a napkin then started to clean up the stain.

"Hello to you too, kitty." Alva cackled from the other side and I rolled my eyes. I had put the call on speaker and started to straighten my hair.

"What do you want now?" I sighed in vexation. I seriously didn't understand why she even bothered to call me anymore. She finally had a life now, so why annoy people?

"You don't care about me, do you?" She decried and I snorted hearing her, yeah now she was going to act like she was the best friend of the year.

"Says the one who fled to Italy without informing and hasn't texted me properly for months." I scoffed at her and I heard her let out a sigh.

"I have been in a bad place, okay? Jerome's wedding had taken a toll on me but now I am better than before and planning to attend the wedding." I rolled my eyes and stopped the loudspeaker, holding it against my ears.

"Listen I don't give a shit about what you do. I gotta go, so fuck off." I blurted and glanced at the mirror then combed through my hair.

"For fuck sake, will you ever care even a bit for me, Lilith? Why do you always have to be so fucking callous?" She screeched and I tsked agitatedly, why was she after making me go deaf?

"Alva, you want me to sympathize with you because your crush is getting married to the woman who is carrying his little demon? You can be delusional but not the whole world." I proclaimed and stood up then strode to the closet for my medicine.

"You know what? People are right about you. You are nothing but a self-centered and indifferent person who cares about no one but herself." She affronted and I clenched my medicines in my fist. I chortled up scathingly after gulping down my pills then eyed my nails out of boredom.

"Playing the blame game? Aren't we Alva? So now let me start then. In high school, Junior year, remember how you left all of a sudden left not only our school but the country itself because apparently, you were getting bored staying here. There you barely used to contact me. But I never said anything against it. Then out of nowhere, you tracked me down in university and got admitted there then became my roommate and acted as if nothing happened." I retorted and she became completely silent. I snorted at her reaction.

"Lilith, I am sorry-" She was about to apologize but I had cut her off before she could have finished.

"Oh no, hun! I am not done with playing the victim card. Then a few months ago, you suddenly fled to Italy without informing me and not that I  care either. But before blaming others, get a check of yourself first. You have been nothing but a hypocrite. So you know what? I don't need someone like you in my life. Don't contact me ever again." I exclaimed nonchalantly and she was about to say something but I had cut the call.

A tear slipped from my eyes and I wiped it hastily. I didn't understand why people blamed me for not being solicitude enough whereas they never cared for me either. Not that I needed anyone's spurious concern. I never cared for anyone and I wanted the same from others but it was aggravating when someone would play the blame game with me and even others would have believed me as the scoundrel of the story just because I didn't even bother to sugarcoat my words.

I let out a deep breath and took my purse. Wasn't attending a party itself draining enough that now this bitch had to deteriorate my mood more?

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As I entered the club where the party was held, instantly I was bombarded with the stench of alcohol and boisterous music. I groaned agitatedly and took a deep breath, chanted every mantra I knew to keep myself sane before ambling around to find an empty booth. Once I found one, I quickly slid inside it. I momentarily glanced around and cringed at the view in front.

People were dancing witlessly on the floor and there were both male and female strippers in the middle, doing pole dance while others cheered and whistled for them. Then I gazed at the bar when my eyes fell on Orson. He seemed to be in a deep conversation with another man. Honestly, he appeared to be well cleaned up tonight. He wore a white shirt paired with black pants, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his tattooed arms were in full display.

As if he could have felt my gaze on him, he glanced around before he perceived me. His eyes slightly widen seeing me and I raised my eyebrows at him as he was staring at me to be precise. He quickly came out of the trance and peeked down out of embarrassment while the guy beside him smirked at Orson. I rolled my eyes and turned my back on him, I bet his bashful self was blushing like a teenage girl.

He and I haven't talked since yesterday after the beach incident. I mostly stayed in my room to prepare myself mentally for the party all day and night long. I took out my phone to pass my time here when suddenly someone covered my eyes from behind.

"Orson remove your filthy hands away from my eyes before I break it into pieces!" I riposted and the hands were moved away then I glanced up only to find it wasn't Orson.

"So Orson, huh?" Clavicus smirked at me and I gaped slightly in surprise. What the fuck was he doing here? He chortled discerning my expression and ruffled my hair to which I instantly sulked at him.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired him with a scowl and he rolled his eyes then strolled inside the booth, standing in front of me.

"Such a warm welcome I got in here! For your kind information, Jerome had invited me the day I called him to know about your whereabouts. Now come on here." He exclaimed and spread his arms, gesturing me for a hug. I rolled my eyes at him and flipped my middle finger at him. He narrowed his eyes at me and bend down to my level. I gazed at him perplexed and abruptly Clavicus pulled me in a hug then stood up with me in his arms, making me hang onto him.

I shrieked and wiggled in his arms while he chuckled loudly and hugged me tighter before letting me go. I glared at him and dusted myself.

"Pull that stunt once again and the next thing you know, your head is detached from you," I grumbled, sitting down and he just shrugged, settling in front of me.

"So what's up with you and Orson? Because the moment I came here to you, he is huffing and puffing while spying on us." Clavicus snickered and I momentarily glanced at the other side. As Clavicus mentioned, Orson was certainly gazing at us with a look of grudge. I rolled my eyes and shrugged impassively before swiftly changing the topic.

"So how's your therapy going on?" I questioned and gestured a waiter to come here. Clavicus rolled his eyes at me and leaned back against the booth.

"We both know you don't give a shit about my therapy sessions. You just wanted to ignore the question, weren't you?" He sneered and I didn't bother to answer as the waiter came to take the order.

"Bring one nonalcoholic beverage of any kind, please," I ordered and he nodded his head before noting it down. There was no way I would get drunk between all these sweaty gross people. God only knew what my drunk ass would have done.

"Same as her," Clavicus exclaimed and suddenly his posture and facial expression were nonchalant. I never understood one thing. He always would act like a typical imperious boss around others but with me for the last few months, he was kinda jovial, and friendly.

The waiter politely nodded before walking away and Clavicus relaxed his stance. I sighed and plugged in my headphones to listen to songs so that I wouldn't have to engage with him in another conversation. Talking with people was my biggest pet peeve, like Ewww why would someone want to communicate with those tiresome creatures voluntarily.

Suddenly my headphones were unplugged and Clavicus scowled at me while I mirrored his expression.

"Would you stop afflicting me, Clavicus?" I glowered at him and he shook his head with a sneer.

"Just tell me the history between you and Orson then I will stop bothering you completely! You would be free from any conversation." Clavicus smirked at me complacently. I groaned and derided.

"Fine but after that, if you talk to me, I will break your teeth with a hammer." I scowled at him and he just shrugged with a triumphant smile. I rolled my eyes and resumed with a sigh.

"It was the Junior year of high school. On the first day, I got to know Alva left the school." My face twitched up in an indignant utterance as I reminisced my first day of Junior year when Alva's cousin informed me that she left the country.

"And on the same day, Orson was admitted in our school and he was assigned to sit with me. Slowly we became good friends and yeah, that's it." I shrugged insouciantly. Okay so maybe I had cropped out some of the parts but it was my life and I get to decide how much a person can know about it. Pfft, good friends my ass.

Clavicus came off dubious but he had let it glid down and nodded his head before getting lost in his thoughts. And I went back to listening to music. One thing I slightly liked about hanging out with Clavicus was that he was aloof just like me. Though when with me, he would make small talks but then we would have slipped into silence, a one comfortable to be precise.

I felt someone tapping on my shoulder and I tsked in nuisance, snubbing it. But it had become more strenuous. I glanced up with a glare to find Lauren beaming at me, unplugging my earphones.

"You are looking so startling today, Lilith. Tucked in pants surely does help to make your stomach appear slimmer." She acclaimed, gazing at me from head to toe with a grin. If she thought I was that imbecile, then she was utterly erroneous because I didn't miss the satirical tone in her words. I presumed her too good to be true facade was gradually fading away.

"Clavicus! You finally made it. You are looking fanciable as ever." Lauren giggled and leaped for a hug but Clavicus was quick to offer her his hand for a handshake. I guess he was allergic to humans too.

"You look wonderful, Lauren, and thanks for inviting me here." Clavicus smiled courteously at her and she shook his hand. Only now I perceived she was holding two drinks in her right hand.

"Oh, I completely forgot! You guys' drinks are here." She placed the glasses on the table in front of us and continued.

"Actually, when I was walking over here, the waiter bumped into me and I asked him for whom these drinks were then he pointed at both of you. So since I was already coming here, I brought them with me. Anyways, I gotta go now. You guys enjoy the party." She chirped with a grin before walking away. Clavicus sighed in relief and picked up the drink.

"That girl has too much positive energy for me to handle." He divulged and sipped his drink while I snorted.

"Positive energy? More like cringey energy." I retorted and eyed the glass incredulously. Currently, I knew this girl wasn't what she had been portraying to be. There was something devious about her. So I wasn't going to consume anything given by her. I stood up and Clavicus raised his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and mouthed washroom. He nodded and continued to drink his beverage while going through his phone. I left my drink on the table and ambled to the washroom.

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As I entered the booth, I found it vacant which meant Clavicus probably had wandered off to somewhere else. I sighed in relief as I was going to be finally alone. But my eyebrows crinkled in confusion seeing my glass empty but I shrugged it off.

When I was about to sit down, suddenly I heard two exceedingly familiar voices singing loudly and awfully across the club. Curiosity got the best of me and I sauntered towards where a group was formed. Momentarily, I had a mini cardiac arrest seeing the view in front of me.

"Champagne and drinkin' with your friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend" Clavicus sang along with the lyrics while dancing with the poll, shirtless.

"I'm not fazed, only here to sin
If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can" Orson sang and tried to seductively squat while holding the poll, keyword: TRIED. And did I mentioned that he was shirtless too? Well, now you know.

"Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like" They sang together and spun on the poll while others laughed and applauded for them. I let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose, naked butt, BDSM playroom, and now poll dance, a horrible one to be precise. What else was left there for me to see on this trip? A crocodile having sex with a hippopotamus?

Currently, I wanted to leave this place more than anything. But I knew I couldn't leave Clavicus alone like this because he appeared to be drunk and the last time I saw him drunk, he was trying to jump off from the terrace.
I didn't want him to die and Theodore to become the CEO of the company, being an architect was hard enough, I didn't need a racist boss to make it worse. So I decided to take him away from here. I glanced around and gestured for a waiter to come to me. Then I asked him to get me a pair of gloves. Once he brought them to me, I thanked him and wore the gloves.

I strode towards the stage and grabbed Clavicus by his arm. He gasped and whined as I started to pull him away from the poll.

"Leave me! Orson save me. She is trying to ruin our marvelous performance." Clavicus wailed and clung to it. I rolled my eyes and pulled him harder, finally making him lose his clutch. As I started to walk away with Clavicus, Orson called out.

"No! You can't take him away from me." I groaned in vexation and turned to find Orson lurching over us while squinting his eyes. I fetched a bunch of tissues and rolled them up in hefty two balls then shoved them inside both of their mouths and they widen their eyes at me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed their hands then strode towards the exit. They both were on each side of me and held my hands while stumbling in between their steps and glanced around innocently with the balls still inside their mouths, how the fuck did they even got this drunk?

As we got inside the elevator, they both spat out the balls and grimaced. Then they gazed down at me with doe eyes but I snubbed them and clicked the 22nd button.

They both leaned their heads on my shoulder and I gritted my teeth in irritation but I didn't say anything as I was running out of my patience.

"Are we going to school, L?" Orson slurred, poking my arm while pouting. I rolled my eyes and scowled at him.

"What makes you think that?" He beamed at me and snuggled closer to my arm while mumbling jovially.

"When I was a kiddo, my mom used to take me to school like this." He pointed at our intertwined hands, wait when did this happen? I awkwardly cleared my throat and tried to pull my hand away but Orson held it with a death grip. Promptly, I heard Clavicus wailing and turned to find him on the floor, crying his eyes out.

"I didn't have my mother to take me to school." Clavicus cried out and Orson frowned at him then sat beside him, consoling and hugging him. I glanced up and smiled derisively, hey God! I just wanted to know that did you have any other work except for making my life a living hell and telenovela?

"Don't worry Clavicus, I can be your Daddy. I will make you feel loved." Orson solaced him with a proud smile and Clavicus stared at him with sparkling eyes then pulled him in a hug.

"I love you, Daddy," Clavicus muttered and Orson patted his head while exclaiming.

"I love you too, baby boy." I just stared at them blankly, what the fuck did just happened? Just when I thought I didn't have anything left to see on this trip, God had to prove me wrong, it was better to watch a crocodile having sex with a hippopotamus than this little showcase of ddlb.

(A/N: my innocent readers, please don't search it up😌)

I sighed in relief as the elevator opened and quickly made my way towards the suite, not caring to bring them with me.

"Wait for us!" They whined from the back and I rolled my eyes while unlocking the door.

"Hey, do you think my butt is big like Kylie Jenner?" I heard Orson questioning Clavicus and I glanced back to see Orson checking out his butt on a mirror while Clavicus gazed at it inquisitively, tapping his index finger on his chin.

"It's bigger than Kylie's, dummy! And she did plastic surgery, so don't compare yourself with her." Clavicus exclaimed with a pout and Orson giggled bashfully like a teenage girl while stumbling and leaning against the wall. I just wanted to rip my eyes and ears off currently.

"You fucking donuts! Get inside this instance." I whisper-yelled at them and they just hung their head low with a pout before huffing and stomping inside. Suddenly, Clavicus fumbled and heedlessly pushed Orson on the way, making him stumble and falling over me. I shrieked as we fell to the ground with Orson on top of me. I grunted in pain as my head hit the floor.

"I will kill you fucking bastard-" I stopped midway as I glanced up to find Orson intensely staring at me. He leaned his face closer to mine as he caressed his knuckle gently against my cheek. I didn't know why but I felt a weird sensation in a good way, ahem.

"You know, I love your eyes a lot. It's surely intimidating because of its pitch-black color but still, it's alluring to no end. I remember the day we met for the first time. You scared the fuck out of me with your blazing glare, yet I was instantly swooned by you." He whispered in a croaky voice and I gulped slightly, meeting his gaze. I was seeing this side of Orson for the first time and maybe I had hit my head too hard, that I was feeling a bit intimidated by him? 

He was still staring at me and I cleared my throat before sneering at him.

"You are lucky that you are drunk right now or else I would have stabbed your eyes with a fork." I exclaimed and rolled my eyes, trying to act indifferent. He pouted and I pushed him off from me before sprinting to my room and locking it without sparing him a glance.

I sat on my bed and breathed deeply to slow down my raging heartbeat. I laid down with a groan. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was my callous self was feeling such unusual yet familiar sensations? The more I tried to stay away from this bitch, the more he pulled back to me. But I knew better than to give in to such feelings because last time it didn't end well and it never would.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
3654 WORDSSSSSSS!!! It's small, comparing to the previous chapters 😌 But I kinda don't liked this chapter because I tried to make it funny but I don't think it worked 😭😭😭 Also don't miss the upcoming chapters, many things are about to go down
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