"And he was like 'Oh my god!' and I was like, 'hell yeah', and then, oh Jesus, Art, you are gonna love this…"
I looked up, sighing from the pencil sketch of an eagle that I was currently drawing in my margin, into the grey eyes of my best friend.
You'd expect this kind of crap from a 16-year-old preppy girl, right? Well, if your best friend is Kent Kellner, the school's resident homosexual, you're going to get it in spades doubly so.
Kent ran a hand through his hair. I love his hair. Being a homosexual, Kent had no qualms about doing strange things to his hair. At this particular point in time, it was gelled into spikes and coloured black with silver flecks, making his grey eyes stand out even more on his tanned skin.
"You weren't listening to a word I said, right?" he mock-pouted, his eyebrow bolt lowering with his eyebrows.
I sighed and thumped him on one very muscled shoulder. Kent's other title in school apart from resident homosexual was champion boxer. Kent knew that he was more at risk of being beaten up for his sexual tastes, so, before he decided to come out, he took up boxing.
Now, even jocks give my very camp bestie room to breathe.
It also meant he felt confident enough to be used as a body model for art classes, which is how we met.
But I deviate from the topic at hand, which was exactly why Kent was choosing to tell me all about his weekend in immensely great detail.
Somehow, I think he just wanted someone to brag to.
I pushed a strand of hair back behind my ear. When Kent got his hair dyed, I decided it was time for a change. Currently, my hair was magenta on top with black underneath. Unfortunately, I still couldn't do anything about the damn straightness of it, so it was chopped in layers, a section covering one of my eyes.
I shut said eyes, which were a blue-green colour if I remember properly, and sighed.
"I'm guessing you and Lucas will be going out for a while then…"
Kent grinned.
"If his mouth is anything to go by, I'm surprised I got out of bed this morning!"
I groaned and covered my ears.
"Jesus, Kent!"
He looked at me innocently.
"Too many details for you, honey?"
I nodded, whimpering. Kent grinned evilly.
"Then wait until I tell you about what he did to me last night…"
I squealed and clapped my hands back over my ears.
'Not cool!"
Kent threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh sweetie…" He cooed.
I looked at him in disgust.
"I hate you."
Kent grinned.
"You love me."
I sighed and picked up my pencil again.
"When you're right, you're right." I muttered, fighting a grin as I went back to my drawings.
Kent suddenly stood up on the table, spreading his arms.
"She looooooooves me!" He sang, "She looooooooves me!"
"I thought you swang the other way." A dark, husky voice remarked from behind me, cheekily.
I gritted my teeth. I knew that voice like I knew the back of my hand.
"Jai." I said, coldly, turning around to look at the miserable little brat.
Well, to be fair, I really can't call him a miserable little brat. He was tall, not like basketball player tall, but still tall, with creamy-coloured skin and black messy hair. His eyes, which I grudgingly admit are gorgeous, were a tawny colour, yellow and brown and always alert. A goatee covered his chin, raven black like the rest of his hair.
He stood in a very relaxed manner, like nothing was ever his fault, his bloody perfect white teeth usually bared in a wolfish grin, his labret piercing a little spike under his lips.
He wore his usual black get up. Of course, Jai Seablest always had to be different. Most of the …well, you could call them Goths wore black pants and a black shirt, like he does. But damn Jai always had to be different.
Today, he wore a black bowler hat, black leather shoes, a black pinstripe waistcoat and a black blazer with chains hanging off the pockets as well as the usual black shirt and slightly baggy black jeans. In one black-nailed hand, he carried what looked like a black cane with a silver skull top.
There was a lot of black.
He tilted his bowler hat at me, smiling. I growled. Jai Seablest had been the thorn in my side since primary school. An annoyingly prickly thorn.
"Artemis." He replied, giving a very deep and courteous bow, smiling obstinately, "Always a pleasure to see you."
He winked at me, whisking his bowler hat off his head, tucking it under his arm. He flicked some shaggy cut hair out of his eyes and grinned again.
I could almost imagine Kent drooling.
"What do you want?" I sneered. For some reason, Jai always rubbed me up the wrong way.
Jai sighed and rested on his cane.
'Nothing more than the delight of seeing your wonderful face." he replied, charmingly.
I snorted.
"Right. You've seen my face. Now go away."
Jai smiled. From an artist's point of view his smile was wonderful. All teeth, not fake muscle twitch in sight. But man, he was such an arrogant prick.
"Alas, my job remains unfinished." He sighed dramatically and reached a hand into the inside of his blazer, drawing out an envelope with two fingers. He flicked it casually at me, laughter clear in his eyes.
"I have been requested by the Prince himself to give you this." The sarcastic twist he put on the title was savage.
I thought I heard Kent snigger as I picked up the envelope.
"The Prince?" I asked, suspiciously.
Jai nodded once, the silver cross angling off his lobe ear piercing jingling. I think at last count he had al least six piercings in each ear, a bunch of rings, studs and spikes.
"His royal highness commands your attendance at his party this weekend." He twirled the cane in his fingers, "And you can bring a friend."
He winked at Kent. I scoffed. Fucking ponce.
Said ponce inclined his head and stood upright.
"My work here is done."
He twisted the bowler hat in his fingers, until it stood curved side upright. Then, he flipped it up his arm until it landed on his head in the proper position.
"Cheerio!" He raised his cane, then sauntered off, obviously grinning to himself.
I decided to voice my previous thoughts.
"Fucking ponce."
Kent sighed.
"Yeah… But a hot fucking ponce…"
I spun around on my seat and glared at him. He raised his hands in a 'don't shoot' gesture.
"Hey, you can't say you don't agree…"
I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
"Ok, so he might be roguishly handsome and rather charming, but he's still a fucking ponce."
Kent grinned.
"Oh, I am so holding you to those words."
I rolled my eyes and remembered the envelope Jai had given me. It was made of parchment and sealed in red wax. Sighing, wondering what the hell Jai had gotten me into, I opened it.
The letter was made of the same parchment as the envelope and written on in black ink in some of the most amazing calligraphy I have ever seen.
Dear Artemis Cauldwell
It gives us everlasting pleasure and superb delight to ask you to attend Will Justiceson's party this weekend…
My heart stopped…
I re-read the passageagain.
It gives us everlasting pleasure and superb delight to ask you to attend Will Justiceson's party this weekend.
"What's it say?" Kent bounced up and down excitedly.
I gulped and re-read it again, just to make sure.
Then, I spoke.
"Fuck… me…"
Kent grinned.
"Sorry, honey, don't sway that way, remember?"
I glared at him to shut up.
"Kent." I began, "This is an invite to Will Justiceson's party this weekend…"
Kent went pale.
"You mean the Will Justiceson?"
I nodded, dumbstruck.
"The prince of popularity and sexy looks? The one who holds those awesome 'Invite-only' parties?"
I nodded again. Kent gulped.
"And I'm allowed to come?"
I read the invitation all the way through. Sure enough, under the address, was the second person's pass.
"It seems like it."
Kent gulped.
"Oh… my… god!"
He grinned.
"What am I going to wear?"
I didn't even laugh. Will Justiceson was the head honcho of the Popular group. He was your typical blue eyed, tanned skin, polite, charming, very dashing and smart guy.
Basically, all the guys want to be him and all the girls and gay men want to be with him.
This includes myself.
The question was…
"Kent. What have I done to be noticed by Will Justiceson?"
Kent shrugged.
"Do you really care?'
I sighed and rested my head in my hands. This was my dream come true, delivered by my nightmare…
Who is also not a friend of Will's…
"Why would Jai, of all people, deliver this?"
Kent frowned.
"I have no idea…"
The he began to bounce happily in his seat again.
"But isn't this just so exciting? I mean, we are going to one of Will's parties!"
He suddenly stared at me.
"What are you going to wear?"
I groaned and thudded my head on the table. I have a thing for vintage and quirky colours. For instance, my current outfit was converses, black pants with rainbow pinstripes; a bright orange button down shirt and my denim jacket with the rainbow paint splatters.
As you can imagine, I mainly own clothes that don't mind getting paint on them. Obviously nothing suitable for going to a party.
Damn it…
Fucking story of my life….
Oh! New Story! A bit different form my usual, but this has been going on on my computer for a little while. It's a romance gasps in shock but I want to include a bit to do with imperfection and stereotyping.
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