After the photo shoot there was an announcement of an after party at a local club. Part of you just wanted to go home and sleep and another part of you was screaming to go and have some fun. You couldn't even remember the last time you went out and had some fun for the hell of it.
On your way out of the building, you glanced around a bit to see if Ville was still around with i her /i , but you couldn't find him. You left and headed back home to get ready for tonight. You got in a taxi and silently rode home. Looking out the window at the busy traffic, you brought your gaze upwards and saw that the sun was starting to go down and some stars were starting to sparkle through the orange and purple sky. The feeling of an empty hole burned inside of you - loneliness. You couldn't even remember the last time it was that you went out on a good date. Many of the guys you tried to date only used you to be spotted in a tabloid with you or to say they went on a date with a model. Then again, you've seemed to have your heart set on just Ville since you met him a couple years ago, but seeing him with i her /i was starting to make your heart crumble. He said he loved her, but you couldn't understand why he stays with her when all she ever does is yell at him or make him do things for her. It's quite clear from a bystander's point of view that their relationship is falling apart and neither is making the effort to put an end to it. Why does Ville put up with her?
The taxi stopped, you paid the driver and got out of the car and went upstairs to your apartment. As you slipped the key into the door lock you couldn't help but slightly glance over your shoulder at the door across the hall. There was a small glimpse of hope that he'd come out and say hi or something. You turned the key and opened your door and went inside. You threw your bag on the couch and went off to your room to pick out an outfit for the after party. You pulled out a pair of faded jeans that had sliced holes in the knees along with a white tank top that had three black stars stamped across the chest. Leaving your clothes on your bed you went off and took a shower to get rid of all the hair spray and caked on make up they put on you at the photo shoot.
You turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower and got ready for the party. You really weren't expecting on seeing anyone you haven't seen before so you saw no point in making yourself look glamorous or anything. Besides, most of them will be drunk anyways, except for you. No need to impress a bunch of people who won't remember anything the next morning. You put on your clothes and put on your make up, leaving your long hair down, allowing it to frame your face. You grabbed your bag and walked downstairs and caught a cab to the night club. Traffic was oddly clear, but it was the middle of the week so most people were inside with their families for dinner and evening activities. As you looked out the window, you saw a family walking down the street, a mom, dad, and little girl. You couldn't help but smile; you remember when you used to share those sorts of moments with your parents. Being an only child was always lonely so when you got to spend time with your parents it was the only fun you really got to have. School was never easy growing up, the boys would pick on you and the girls would avoid you, and the teenage years were even worse. The boys would hit on you in the most perverse ways possible, and the girls were always catty because they were jealous. You couldn't help it that you turned into the woman that you are and had the right look to be a model. You didn't ask for this, it just happened.
The cab stopped in front of the night club, you paid the driver and got out. Geoff was standing outside having a smoke before going in for the party. You walked over to him and took the cigarette out of his mouth.
'You know. These things can kill you,' you said and slightly shook it between your thumb and index finger.
Geoff shrugged, 'I'm not the model, you are, don't worry about my health.'
You scoffed and threw the cigarette to the ground and ground it into the cement with your shoe.
'I wasn't done with that,' he said.
You raised an eyebrow at him, 'you are now.'
You left your agent out there with his jaw still dropped. He hated it when people did stuff like that, especially when it was one of the models he was working with. Though he knew not to mess with you, you've threatened to walk out of big contracts when he dared to reprimand you like a five year old girl. You went inside and walked around, trying to find a familiar sober face in the crowd.
'Klara!'
You snapped your attention in the direction of the voice that called out your name. A short girl with bleach blond hair came quickly to you. You groaned under your breath.
'Hey Klara, did you just get here?'
'Hi Alicia and yes I just got here.'
'Great! Come join us, we're playing some drinking games,' she said and grabbed your arm.
You pulled back your arm from her, 'no thanks. I don't drink.'
She looked at you confused.
You looked at her and walked away, you didn't feel like dealing with an airhead tonight.
You sat down at an empty table in the back corner of the room. You just asked the waiter for a glass of water and observed everyone else have a great time. The waiter came back and put the crystal glass down in front of you and then walked off to take care of some other orders. As you stirred the ice in the glass someone sat down in the other chair at your table.
'Now why is a beautiful sweetheart, such as yourself, sitting down at a party,' you heard.
'Now why is someone who has a girlfriend, who is here, be asking someone like me such a question,' you said.
He took a sip from his beer bottle, 'are you suggesting that I am hitting on you?'
'Well Mr. Valo, you spot me from across the room sitting at an empty table, you wait until after I get my drink to come over and attempt to make small talk with me, all while your girlfriend is traveling about the room,' you summed up for him.
'True, but you failed to notice that my girlfriend is off with that Marco character and slutting her way about the drinking games,' he said.
'Ville! That's no way to talk about your girlfriend!'
'It's no secret, even though she likes to think it is. If only she knew of how many times I know she's cheated on me,' he said and took another sip from his beer.
'Is this the alcohol talking,' you asked.
'This is only my first one of the night, I'm quite clear headed darling,' he assured you.
You nodded.
He stood up and left his beer on the table, 'would you care to dance?'
You fought with your conscious for a moment and accepted.
