Chapter 9
Elisha's POV
"party on this Friday night, all you science geeks are invited!" Simon Lawson handed out flyers-yes, flyers-to everyone in our group.
Friday night, 9pm, mother f**kers!
Bring a friend…
Bring a girlfriend, just one please! we don't want domestics happening on the night!
Girls, tell your man you want a break, just for tonight!
Boys dress cool, girls wear as little as possible!
Ps, you need to bring a bottle of an alcoholic beverage or no entry!
The cheek of that! I looked down at the flyers, he handed everyone a bunch, well everyone but Edward. Simon didn't show any intention of handing him a flyer but whenever he got near Edward, Edward glared in his direction.
I made my way up to my seat contemplating whether or not to go. I wouldn't go if I would be alone all night, but I also knew I needed to associate with people other than Edward and Laura. So I decided I would ask Sophie to go with me, I knew she would be up for it, she told me a few weeks ago that she thought Simon and his friends were 'hot' and that meant she wouldn't hesitate in going.
At the end of the day I went home to find some mail on the kitchen table. There was a letter from my dad, talking about general stuff and asking how things were, I decided I would write back later and I grabbed something else out of the envelope.
It was a plane ticket back home, a ticket to Birmingham airport, it was half an hour from my home. Just staring at the ticket in my hand made me more home sick. The ticket was some kind of voucher, I had to call up to decide a leaving date and return date. I put it back on the side with my letter, I had homework to do first.
The next few says flew by, a mix of studying, eating pizza in the front room with Laura, college and sleeping.
Today was Friday and I felt that I would pass my tests with ease. But as I made my way into class I felt my stomach turn, what if I fail? I didn't want to ponder the thought any longer, I was becoming so stressed by my work load that last night I put my pyjamas in the shower unit instead of the laundry basket, that's normal compared to all the other slip ups I've made of late. Like when I walked outside to get in my car this morning, forgetting I had my slippers on still. Even now I was feeling like I had forgotten something, I was feeling very frustrated over it all.
I was very pleased when I left class, I tucked my test paper into my bag, smiling at the memory of seeing 85% in red pen scribbled on the front. Edward will be so pleased, I owe him a lot of thanks for his help, but I didn't know where to start when it came to showing my appreciation.
"where is this party?" Sophie asked extremely excited.
"Forks, its somewhere on Olympic National Road" well, that's what Simon Lawson said today when I asked. I remember the lights brighten in his eyes when I approached him, can't say I felt comfortable with his eyes ogling me.
"sounds cool, what you wearing?" she smiled largely at me, her eyes just as bright as Simons were. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at my black short sleeve blouse and dark denim jeans.
"you aren't seriously going to say what I think you are…are you?" I looked at her face, grimacing with disapproval.
"I'm not wearing a dress" I warned in a deep serious tone. I was never a girly feminine dresser and I've always had a hatred for anything pink.
"didn't say you had to…but maybe a skirt?" my face creased in nausea at the thought, skirts are even worse.
"what about I change my top for something more pretty" I emphasized the word pretty. I knew she liked to dress for occasions but this was just a party, it's not like I'm meeting the Queen. With a look of defeat she sighed and continued to eat her lunch. Did I just win a fight over clothes?
Sophie was always such a Barbie doll when it came to clothes, we were complete opposites. I was a bit of a tom boy, I dressed plain, jeans mostly and I never wore pink or grey. Pink because I hate it and grey just made me look terminally ill, when I used to wear grey, people would keep asking me if I didn't feel well. Whereas Sophie wore anything bright and colorful, to be honest I could just look at her and get sun stroke. She had short bouncy bleach blond hair and mine was a golden brown that it had always been. Although Sophie admitted she was jealous of its length.
We had agreed that she will get dropped off at mine at 9pm to then can get a taxi to the party. I had to be careful once she was at mine or she would rummage my closet for something else for me to wear if she didn't feel it suitable attire for such an event.
Either way, before the day finished I had my tutor session with Edward, then health & safety. Today I was eager to go to the session with Edward, after Tuesday I felt like we had connected rather well, we were actually being civilized to each other.
So I made my way to the library with a skip in my step and a smile fighting to appear.
I know it was a little bit too much to expect, half of me was expecting him to have shut down and become 'jerk Edward' again. Still, the other half of me was hoping that he would be all smiles and the kind-eyed boy I'd said goodbye to Tuesday night.
Ever since he hopped out my car that night I've been excited about seeing him again. On Wednesday morning I was suppose to pick him up to take him to MED school, but he sent me a email using the college website saying his brother Emmett was taking him instead. I did feel abit down in the dumps about it but it wasn't the end of the world.
When I got to the library he was already seated at the same table we always occupy, and in the same seat as always. I could see his bronze hair spiking up everywhere, it looked like he got out the shower every morning and licked a battery, but in a good way. He was wearing a navy v neck t-shirt, black jeans and a black pea coat. He had all his books out ready and was slouched in his chair with his right foot balanced on his left knee in a very masculine way.
"hello" I greeted him, I noticed how my voice had suddenly gone small and timid. I sat myself down in my usual seat beside him and he gave me his small crooked smile. He seemed okay, but he didn't say anything back, not even a sarcastic comment, which seemed a little out of character.
"hey Goldilocks" someone's voice came cockily from behind. I furrowed my eyebrows at Edward and suddenly felt a large hand on my shoulder. Edward turned round to face the desk, avoiding who it was standing behind us, I noticed the look of irritation on his face.
"hey Simon" I managed. I looked down at his hand again, not feeling comfortable with his closeness. Edward looked into my eyes and he could read it in my expression.
"you still coming over tonight?" he asked grinning down at me. He looked over at Edward for a second with a smug look on his face. These two really didn't like each other.
"yeah of course" I nodded, willing my voice to be louder and more confident.
"cool, don't forget alcohol babe. You bringing a friend?" he asked looking curiously, probably hoping I wouldn't invite Edward.
"I did invited Sophie Mitchell. I hope that's okay? She's in you're A+P class" I replied. Simon still had his hand on my shoulder and continued to sit patiently, but with a clenched jaw. He had a worried expression on his face and I noticed his hand gripped tightly around his pen, it should have broken but it looked like he was trying to control himself.
"oh yeah, Sophie. Well I can't wait to see you tonight Elisha" he said winking at me with a grin on his face. What a playboy.
"if you get bored tonight, come find me and we'll have our own little private party" he finished.
snap
My attention quickly turned to Edward, just what I thought, pen broke. I watched him stand up, his face harsh and still and walked to put his pen in the trash. His face unreadable but I could tell he was some how troubled.
"whatever" I mumbled distracted by Edward. He walked over to the women behind the main desk and she handed him what looked like a tissue. I moved my eyes to look at where he'd been sat and there was ink splattered over his notebook and the table.
I didn't even notice Simon leave, when I turned round I noticed the weight had disappeared from my shoulder and he was completely gone.
"you're going to Simon Lawson's house tonight?" Edwards voice asked with irritation in it.
"well, he's having a party tonight, it's a good opportunity to meet new people" I stated. Which was true, to be honest I was just going crazy from looking at the four wall of Laura's house. I had to get out and enjoy myself like any other 18 year old.
I looked at his face, still disturbed with his eyebrows scrunched together on his forehead.
"are you not going?" I asked. I knew it was probably a stupid question but I couldn't stand not knowing what he was thinking.
He let out a sarcastic jagged laugh shacking his head. Looking at me as though I'd just said I saw a dog fly past the window, saying hello and waving.
"no way, I can't stand Si Lawson" he said through his teeth turning back to his books.
The rest of the tutor session had been revision. We never again mentioned the party or Simon Lawson. I passed H+S with flying colors and was in a happy mood, the perfect mood to celebrate.
Thankfully Laura had bought me bottle of vodka to take to the party. Drinking is legal at 18 in the UK, so being under age again is very frustrating. I ate my dinner with Laura then jogged upstairs to shower. I grabbed my pale stone cargo pants and to make a small effort to look less casual, a tight white t-shirt, not too tight that I didn't fit, but it was just perfect.
Although when Sophie got to my house it still wasn't enough. She insisted on at least giving her permission to do something about my plain straightened hair. I never really did anything else with it, it was always easier to just straighten it. So after half and hour of pulling at my hair and using half a can of hair spray I came out looking like I'd stolen Jessica Simpson's hair, colored it brown and stuck it on my own head. It was nice though, I looked just like Miley Cyrus, it was actually a nice change. I had to admit that it also added glamour to my look. When she started to come at my with eyeshadow, I drew the line. I stuck to my foundation, mascara and bronzer, I didn't need any more than that.
Before we left we had a shot each of tequila which Sophie had bought for the party. I grabbed my timberlands (which Sophie frowned at) threw them on and then made our way out to the taxi outside. All I had with me was my key, cell phone and cash in my pockets, then the bottle of vodka in my hands. I forgot my lip balm but I was sure Sophie had some packed away in her very large purple glittery bag.