Crushing on a Werewolf
A/N: I'm back! I apologize GREATLY for the extended hiatus. Please forgive me! I hope you enjoy this chapter! The last chapter of this story will be published by the weekend, but don't worry, this is only part one of the Crushing series!
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 12 – The Old Mirror
"I knew he was rich...but I didn't know he meant this rich, this is insane."
Beth didn't hesitate to state her opinion on Mike's residence as we all (me, Beth, Eve, Daniel and Evan) hopped out of Daniel's car to attend Mike's party. Mike's residence bewildered us all; it was a huge, expensive-looking estate that made our houses look like dog shit. Literally. I'd always known that Mike was rich. That was without a doubt. Both his parents were multi-billionaires in the acting industry; quite a few of my favorite movies starred them. Mike always bragged about his wealth, but the way he did it made it seem like he was just over-inflating his wealth like most of the other too-rich-for-you douchebags at school.
Once we were already at the door ready to ring the bell, we heard a familiar voice. "DANNNNYYYYYYYY-IELLLLLLLLLLLL!"
We all turned to see the face of the voice who said that, and we were surprised to find out who it was.
Daniel was the first to say something. "Gail? What are you doing here?"
I was caught up in thought. Why would Mike invite Gail to the party but not Randy? It made no sense, and I visibly scratched my head in confusion.
"Oh, Mike and I were working on a project together for class. I was going to work on it with him today, but we could reschedule if he –,"
"Nonsense, Gail," called Mike's voice. He had finally opened the door and was overlooking the five of us to view Gail.
He had a smirk on his face I was wary about. "Even though I did want this to be a personal little get-together between me and these five, since you're here, you should stay. We can work on the project another time."
Gail returned his smirk with one of her own, I was starting to think Daniel might be in completion with Mike soon…
"Well, what are you losers waiting for?" Mike said, moving aside to welcome us into his home. "Come in!"
"Losers-?" Evan started, but Beth stopped him. "He's actually letting us pass through a door without having something propped up above it to splash something on us. That hasn't happened since like, second grade. He's trying."
Mike's house, unlike his personality, was a remarkable sight. It had a very modern, almost futuristic look, with clean, shiny tiled black floor. In fact, the floor was shiny enough to see reflections in it.
A little into the pretty fun party, Eve and I left the rest of the gang to get more food from the table, since we'd devoured our first helpings. Mike was standing near the giant glass window, chatting away on his iPhone.
"Yeah, so I call Shelton about the party next month, and he doesn't even know about it. What a loser, right?" chattered Mike, who seemed to notice we were at the table, but didn't take any time to acknowledge it. Eve and I stacked up on food and tried to slip away unnoticed.
DRIP. A drop of Eve's Cherry Coke dropped on the floor, and Eve looked at me as if she was about to freak.
"I'll have to call you back," Mike said, his tone dropping low. We heard him end the call, and he instantaneously turned in our direction. "Is that CHERRY COKE on my floor, Torres? Do you even know how much it costs to polish these floors?"
Eve was breathless, "I'm sorry, Mike, I'll clean it, I swear-,"
"More than the mortgage on your house! Honestly, the stupid shit that happens to-,"
"Mike chill out, she said she'd clean it up!" I barked in the politest manner I could. Mike glared at me for a moment as if he was going to toss me out the glass window, but his expression changed with a twinkle of his eye and he was smiling generously at us.
"My bad," he apologized, bewildering both Eve and me. "There's just been something that I've been really wanting for a while, and I know I can't get it…" his eyes turned to me exclusively. "…just yet."
I cringed mentally and tried to ignore the weirdness in his last statement.
"Please, don't mind it, Eve," Mike said, a bright smile plastered on his face as he ripped a paper towel off the roll. "I'll get this mess cleaned right up. Why don't you two take your food and I'll join you in a second?"
The two of us nodded and crept away, Mike's gaze not lifting off of us until we completely disappeared into the next room.
"That was odd, wasn't it, John? …John? Hey, John!" Eve snapped her fingers in front of my face.
"What-who…?" I stuttered, my train of thought broken.
"Mike's behavior tonight, isn't it odd?"
"Oh! Definitely, and it's starting to creep me out a little to be completely honest."
Dance music filled the visually-pleasing interior of Mike's house. It was a good while past 10:30 and the various strobe lights were the only luminance in the otherwise dark main room. Beth, by now, had gotten a little drunk and was laying down moves in the center of everyone. Eve had also started to lighten up and was laughing bubbly as she and Mike practically grinded on each other. Daniel, not being one to drink, was in the corner of the room snuggling and kissing Gail sweetly. Evan and I still hadn't one hundred percent been sucked into the party and sat on the couch watching everyone doing their thing.
"Do you think they're going to go out after this?" Evan nudged me softly once Eve and Mike started kissing each other.
"Nah, Eve's just a little tipsy. She sobers up quick, but when she's drunk, she's a total whore," I chuckled, causing Evan to do the same.
"Hey, Mike, do you have any more drinks?" Evan shouted.
"Yeah, bro, look in the fridge. Don't break it!" Mike managed to say through Eve's lips.
"I'm going with you," I told Evan quickly. "I don't need to see these two rape each other any longer." I made sure to put in a shiver for dramatic effect.
As if Mike's kitchen weren't nice and expensive enough, the fridge put most of its kind to shame. The sight was just…
"Hey, John, you want a drink?"
"Yeah, pass me one," I accepted. "Wait…what is that smell?"
"Smells like garlic to me…" Evan sniffed and reached into the back, pulling out something wrapped in aluminum foil. "Ham & cheese on garlic bread…yum!"
He was about to take a bite of it when he noticed I was staring at him. "What?" he asked. "It smells good. Needs some more garlic, though," Evan reached above the fridge on his toes and grabbed a (conveniently placed) shaker of crushed garlic, proceeding to sprinkle it on the sandwich.
Despite the enormously ear-splitting volume of the music that was playing, the two of us heard Mike shout, "IS THAT GARLIC?" at the top of his lungs.
"Give me that!" he appeared behind us in a flash of amazing speed, snatched the sandwich from Evan, and hurled it his hardest at the huge glass window, shattering it at the point of protrusion and travelling beyond our eyesight into the night.
"What…the…fuck?" Evan said, burping slightly from intoxication.
Mike looked like he'd made the biggest fuck-up of his life, but he cleared himself quickly. "I'm allergic to garlic; I don't know why pops continues to bring it in the house. Fatass."
Evan and I continued to stare at him, and by this point, the others had crowded into the kitchen as well, taking the damage to the window in full scale.
Gail sprinted to the scene. "Come on guys, why don't we get back on the dance floor? Mike's rich, he can practically do whatever the fuck with his house, right?" Her voice rose exceptionally at the end of her last comment, and she ushered the others back into the living room.
"Come on guys, you're missing the fun!" Mike called to us from in-between the kitchen and living room, acting completely nonchalantly to the event that just took place.
Evan grabbed a handful of beers and started back for the living room as well. "Comin?" he slurred.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec," I assured him, waiting until I could no longer see him. Then I carefully continued to the back of the kitchen, where a dusty old door caught my curiosity. It was old worn-looking, causing me to wonder even more what could be behind it.
I softly turned the knob and cracked the door open, peering in. The room was almost as dusty as the door, only illuminated by very eerie lit candles adjusted at different points in the room to ensure the most illumination. Making sure nothing was behind me, I opened the door enough to let me slip into the very suspicious room and made sure to close it behind me.
I coughed several times; the room was littered with dust bunnies of all shapes and sizes, and I was sure I'd walked through a couple spider webs as well. Something on the other side of the room had caught my eye: what looked like an old, discarded framed picture.
I squatted down to it and wiped some of the dust off, learning that the "picture" was actually a mirror.
"Why's there a dusty mirror in here?"
Creeeeek.
"Who's there?" I shouted. I looked into the mirror.
There was no one at the door, but it was wide open.
"What…" I sprung up and managed to somehow cut myself on the mirror in the process. "Shit!" I cried, walking away to tend to it outside of the room.
But I heard footsteps back where the mirror was.
I turned around instantly…
…and gasped.
Mike was standing there by the mirror I cut myself on.
He placed a finger into the small splat of blood caused by my finger.
Then, he brought the finger to his lips slowly and manically, sucking his finger like it was sweet sugar.
"I must say, you have exceptionally tasty blood, Johnny."
I don't know who was paler then, me or him…
TO BE CONTINUED….
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Again, sorry for the hiatus! Next and last chapter to be uploaded by the weekend, and then stay tuned for the next part of this series to be published soon!
