Fun

Desire of the Dark

By Spatulalover

I walked back to the dorms beginning to regret my decision to leave the chocolate behind. I could go back but that would mean having to face the annoyingly beautiful boy again. Sigh, life's a bitch. I got to my room and pushed the door open; it was pitch black in there and was really stuffy. I flicked on the light switch and opened a few windows. Jared was still passed out on the floor snoring away contently and on the bed next to him was a lump underneath the covers.

"Inconspicuous I must say Pen,"

"I thought if I stayed quiet no one would notice and they would leave me alone" she said, voice muffled from the covers.

"Look, I had no idea what happened but I think you should come out of there and talk to me about it"

She didn't say anything so I sat on the bed next to the lump.

"Or I could..." I said whipping the covers off her. She was cuddled up around a teddy bear in her P'Js, her blonde hair a mess upon her head and her eyes shone red from crying. Penny was a happy person so when she got upset she tended to explode.

"It's my mother, she wants me to move back home, because my grade have dropped to C's and D's I spend all my food money on going out and now she wants to send me to boarding school in England!" she said sitting up and hugging me. I patted her on the back awkwardly. I sat there in silence thinking, it wasn't the end of the world, it wasn't like... I dunno leaving your triple chocolate fudge brownie ice cream with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top with the ultimate chilli-chocolate sauce on a table in the cafeteria. Why was I still thinking about that? Focus Lorusso, focus.

"Well, I say let her come here, I will talk to your mother"

"When you say talk...?" she said getting up and looking in the mirror, even upset she was vain.

I winked and walked to the wardrobe. Stepping on my cousin, he woke up with a jolt and grabbed my foot. I tripped and fell on the floor next to him. I groaned and lifted my head from the floor, looking at him with fake anger in my eyes. He laughed and apologised.

"Now you are up, go home, get dressed then meet us back here in 30 minutes we are going out tonight." I said throwing his keys at him.

"I don't feel like going out," Penny said, I laughed as Jared left the room.

"Don't lie, Jared will be there,"

She laughed and I threw some clothes at her. I wonder if going out at all was accepting Garwin's offer. I wonder what would happen if I did accept the offer, I mean, what's the worst that could happen. I have a good time? I stood and debated with myself before getting changed. Before I knew it Jared was back and we were walking out to his car. Penny has perked up back to her usual self, she over reacts about everything. She was walking ahead with Jared; who had his arm around her. I swear they were casually dating.

They turned a corner and Jared hissed, literally. I jogged and caught up with them to see what the hell was going on. There stood the Posers, they were just talking amongst themselves but Jared couldn't stand to be within a 50 meter radius. They hurried past and I dawdled behind them still having a mental debate with myself. Is it possible I am that anti-social I have to talk to myself because other than Penny I have no-one to debate with? Now that's just sad.

"Lorusso," Garwin said stopping me in my tracks.

"What?" I said whipping around and looking at them cold expression set into my face as usual.

"See you later," is all he said with a wink. I didn't even grace him with an eye roll. I just turned on my feet and continued walking.

We got to Spotlights and got the usual greeting by the bouncers and then the first round of drinks on the house. I was sitting at the normal table, my eyes fixed on the vodka shots in front of me. The vibrations from the music were causing ripples and the lime in the bottom was shifting from side to side. It was hypnotising. I grabbed a cocktail stick and stabbed the lime in the bottom quite violently. After satisfyingly stabbing the lime half to death a pulled it out of its vodka-ry death bed and inspected it.

"Buonjourno," Jared said sitting himself opposite me and sliding a second vodka across the table. I broke out of my trance and smile at him, popping the lime in my mouth and closing my eyes enduring the sour wave that invaded my mouth. I opened my eyes again and Jared was looking at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Where's Penny?" I said mouth full of lime spitting some of it on Jared's top. He causally wiped it off and cleared his throat. I smiled a goofy grin and waited for his answer.

"Down there." He said his voice gruff from a lasting hangover. I followed the direction of his eyes and penny was dancing on the table surrounded by a bunch of leering guys. It looked like fun, why not join? I got up and Jared grabbed my hand.

"Don't be idiotic please" he said genuine worry in his eyes. Maybe he can read minds too.

"I won't Jarry," I said kissing his forehead and running down to join my best friend.

The music was louder down here the vibrations shook my feet and made it harder to dance in heels. There was so many people here all wanting to dance with Penny and I. It seemed like we were the only two girls in the place. I looked up and Jared was staring down at us. Sipping away at his beer; I think I sensed a twinge of jealousy every time a guy got on the table and danced with Penny, but he knew well enough she has fancied the pants of him since forever. I looked back up and he was gone. There was that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach; I always get it when I don't know where he is. Nearly every week something goes down here and Jared is always involved. I then looked around and saw him dragging Penny of the table.

Someone's tetchy. I thought to myself as they walked off to some abandoned corner.

"TURN THE MUSIC UP!" I shouted to the DJ behind me, the crowd cheered the lights went down and the music went up. I continued to dance despite my vision beginning to blur into masses of pretty lights and the edges of the table were gradually becoming more and more difficult to see. The vodka was really going to my head and it really was beginning to feel like I was the only girl in the world – to quote Rihanna- except I didn't need a man to make me feel that way...although tonight it would have helped a little. I mean you can't help be a little depressed when your best friend and cousin are getting it on and you're dancing on tables like some cheap hooker. I danced for a few more minutes before the vibrations from the bass caused me to have a bad bout of hiccups. I slipped off the table and headed towards the bar, wondering where Jared and Penny had actually got to. I began to search the crowd of writhing, sweating and down-right dirty bodies to see if I could spot a busty blonde and an older guy sucking face in one of the corners but, unfortunately for me, all I saw was other couples practically or, in some cases, actually dry humping. Ew. As I ordered and knocked back my 3rd flaming sambuca that night I couldn't help but feel that tomorrow would definitely be the worst hangover ever.

As I sat there spinning around in my chair feeling like an old spinster I started to really regret not accepting Garwin's offer. It looks like I could have used the fun. Hindsight is a fucking wonderful thing. I looked to my left and thought I saw something spookily familiar out of the corner of my eye. Something I wasn't entirely sure I really wanted to see. A streak of blonde hair...and no, not just your regular blonde hair...peroxide blonde.

"Two vodka and lime shots, please" said the voice that confirmed my doubt.

"I second that order," I shouted after Rennie the Bartender. I then turned and smiled a drunken smile at Reid.

"Looks like you didn't wait for me then," he said sitting on the barstool next to me and sliding over one of the vodkas he'd just ordered. I took one look at it and downed it.

"Yeah, why on earth would I wait for you, Garwin" I said half sarcastically. I honestly am surprised that he even turned up...or knew where I was.

"Cause I expect you're looking for some sort of fun?

"How did you know that?"

"Because you're sitting at a Bar, alone, on a Monday evening getting completely and utterly shitfaced" He said laughing, then proceeding to take another shot before ordering 2 more and downing them too.

"That's just how I roll and you better steady yourself Garwin or you'll get far too drunk on a school night." I said taking my second shot and swallowing it quickly, feeling the burn as it ran down my throat.

"Darling, I can handle my drink like a pro" he said raising his eyebrows and moving closer to me.

"Oh really, I bet I can drink you under the table," I said moving close to him.

"Only if you join me there" he whispered. He was just looking straight into my eyes. Now, I don't know if this was because I'd had five too many shots or if it was actually true but...it was like he was staring right into my mind. He then began to close his eyes and move his lips closer to mine. I laughed and moved away ordering 5 tequila shots each. He opened his eyes, blushed a little then seemed to regain his cocky demeanour. I felt a little sense of achievement to the fact I'd managed to lure Reid Garwin into a false sense of security.

"Now," I began "Whoever does the most shots of tequila the fastest, wins."

"Wins what, exactly?" He said preparing his shots.

"Whatever they want to do the loser has to accompany them," I said smirking, evily.

"Deal."

We both picked up the first shot and we were off. I managed to get to 4 shots before one, almost wanting to throw up and two falling out of my chair. Reid however managed all five and still had enough sense to be able to perform a victory dance. He picked me up and uttered 6 words in my ear.

"Let's go have some fun."

Right, Okay. I really do apologise for the lack of update for about a year. However there is a really good reason. I needed to have some growing space. There come a time in a girls life when she just needs space to grow up a little and have some fun. Whilst doing this I couldn't concern myself with the likes of inspiration and creativity, which is actually pretty upsetting. If I had the inspiration to carry on I really would have. I also feel that my stories aren't good. I want to begin re-writing them. I think over 4 years I've learnt a lot about writing and I've matured in what I write. I'm not longer completely influenced by music and small crushes but romances and gripping plots. I will, however, finish what I started out of determination. I'm then going to start a new story which I'm calling 'The Ipswich Murders' it's a Scream Crossover and I've already got the first few chapters. Anyway I'm happy to see some people are still reading my stories. It does make me smile and actually is what brought be back here after so many years! So please review if you want to see these continued and if you have any ideas of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Readers are what make writers. So thank you for everything.

Yours,

Spatulalover.