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“W-Who’s that?” she whispered to Hedda.
“That’s just Angelo. He works for Rogan,” she replied. “He’s a fucking cunt. Takes all the fun away from fucking everything. Killjoy.”
She cringed at Hedda’s language. Even though they had known each other for a couple months, Storm still hadn’t gotten used to her cursing.
Storm didn’t know who Rogan was and, before she could ask, Hedda got pulled into a conversation with three other intimidating men.
She hadn’t really looked around the room to see who was here, and she regretted it as soon as she did. Tattoos, muscles, and scars littered all the bodies in the room. All men.
Some were dressed up nicely in suits, and some were in jeans and shirts. But either way, all of them were intimidating and mean looking.
Who were these people?
Why was Hedda hanging around them? She didn’t know much about Hedda and her life, but they were great friends. Storm had wanted to ask several times, but it never came up in conversation and she didn't want to pry.
She honestly was waiting for Hedda to just tell her, but she hadn't. Hedda loved to talk but didn't talk much about her family. That was another indicator that made it seem like family was a touchy subject.
Hedda hadn’t asked her much about her family, either. Storm had given her some details, like getting sick all the time, but didn’t offer anything else.
She trusted Hedda, she just wasn’t comfortable talking about her family with her. Something had happened for Hedda to not want to talk about them and she didn’t want to bring up her own family and trigger her. That was if she would get triggered by it.
It was so hard to know what was acceptable to talk about and what wasn’t. While Storm grew up and had several friends, they had never really talked about life in general. It was normally just about parties that were coming up and other events.
After she moved out of her parents’ house and started to work, she didn’t get out much. She didn’t want to get sick and the only way to prevent that was by not being around people. It sucked and Storm understood, but she had to do what she had to do to live and be comfortable.
It did make her kind of a hermit, but she had done it for so long she was used to it by now.
Storm moved to the corner of the room to try and get away from everybody else. Hedda was still talking to the group of men, and she didn’t know what to do.
Hedda hadn’t introduced her and she didn’t want to just stand there and not do anything. She felt so out of place. Out of her depth.
“Hello, darlin’,” a man said as he walked up to her.
Her eyes went wide as she took him in. The first thing she noticed was the jagged scar running across his arm. It looked like he had gotten cut and hadn’t taken care of it.
The second thing she noticed was his piercing blue eyes. They had so many different shades of blue, and they captivated her.
He had brown hair in a bun and a short beard. He was handsome, she couldn’t deny that.
But while she had always been fascinated with blue eyes, his eyes did nothing for her.
“I’m Lucius, who are you?” His voice was deep. “I haven’t seen you around here.”
Great. She stuck out like a sore thumb. That's not what you wanted. Storm should have asked Hedda what type of people were going to be at this party, but she hadn't thought to ask because she didn't think Hedda would hang out with these people.
Not that anything was wrong with them, they just all looked rough and scary. The opposite of what Hedda gave off.
“Storm,” she whispered. “I'm friends with Hedda.”
His eyebrows went up when she mentioned Hedda's name. What was that for? He looked almost surprised.
“Storm’s an unusual name,” he said after a while.
She tried to think of a reason to leave but Hedda was still talking to that group of guys, and she didn't know anybody else.
“I was born when a storm was happening. My parents thought it was fitting to call me that since it was a pretty bad storm,” she explained.
She had gotten bullied for her name when she was younger and still in public school. It was hard but over time she had grown to love it. Thankfully, it was only when she was really little that she was in school. After she got sick so many times, her parents pulled her out and homeschooled her as they tried to figure out what was wrong.
