Now…
When I planned this revenge party, I did not expect it to go down like this.
I especially didn’t think about the amount of people that would end up in my fucking bedroom.
See, this is what I mean by self destructive behavior.
“Who even are these people?” Orim shouted over the music, trying to salvage her sanity. “I only told the people that were at the launch!”
I shrugged, taking a long sip from my cup. “I sent out a message blast to everyone I knew in town.”
“You what?!”
“Relax… It’s not that much people. Plus these are probably just guests of guests of guests. Who cares? The point is, it worked.”
“Worked?” She gestured around at the chaos. “Girl, who are you punishing? Me or him!”
I grinned, satisfied. “It’s loud right? I bet his ass can hear all of it from his perfect, penthouse suite. Ugh! Now I’m mad he stole my penthouse suite too.”
Orim groaned, dragging her hand over her face. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m petty,” I corrected her. “There’s a very big difference.”
She just rolled her eyes.
The truth was, it was ridiculous. But I couldn’t help myself. Every time I thought about how cold Marlon had been and how easy it seemed for him to just shut me down, the annoyance burned hotter.
Someone cranked the volume even higher, and the beat carried through the air like thunder. I laughed and not because it was funny, but because if I didn’t laugh, I’d start thinking.
“Aurora, if Mr. Rodriguez even dreams you did this. Or worse, what if he finds out and tells my dads! I swear if my dads find out?—”
“They won’t.” I cut her off, snatching a bottle off the counter. “Not your dads or mine. My dad is on the first floor. Way too far to hear anything. And this’ll all be cleaned up before sunrise.”
“Swear?”
I rolled my eyes.
Look.
I get it.
I have a complicated relationship with my father too. And I only imagine that stress times two. But Orim’s dads are way cooler than mine. The most she’ll get from this is a “We’re not mad, just disappointed.”
Still I smiled reassuringly. “Swear. Now. Let’s dance!”
She gave me a look that said you’re lying and you know it.
Maybe I was.
But right now? I didn’t care.
I just wanted to dance.
So I kicked off my heels, let my curls fall over my shoulders, and threw my hands up when the beat dropped.
For a minute, it worked.
The music pulsed through the room and the bass shaking the walls with the bodies moving made the suite feel like it had turned into its own little club.
