chapter 78 *Wingspan*

forget a backyard-sized gathering for only twenty people like I thought it would have turned out. 

logistically speaking, if you lived at stark house or say were a student form a different class looking for fun this was the party you wanted to be at. 

it goes without saying when you're at a charter magma school nothing was too over the top or off limits.

getting an invite made you feel pretty and that meant the possibility of getting lucky. and, yeah, the added benefit of people knowing how awesome you are.

complete and utter shock. that was how I had described my first time to anyone who hadn't been there. i wasn't simple-minded or innocent. i'd done plenty of things before but this was milk foam and coffee over the top.

if the sons and daughters of wealthy businessmen wanted cold hard cash all they'd needed to do was call up the family secretary for their monthly allowance and within hours bankroll in the upper thousands. 

it made me want to hurl up chunks when I thought about the dirty sum of all that lovely wad and the inherent luck of some people and the crap they'd waste on it. 

here's a perfect example; daddies little angels rolling around in fortune spent moola on matching cases of cigarettes and the perfect pill. 

a poor girl in between homes, i could do so much with cash dinero like that it was ridiculous. 

I must've played the part that i belonged because the badass teenagers at the party warmed up to me in an instant and accepted me as if i'd amexed out from mail-order catalogs instead of just looking at displays. 

when I had finally made it to the boys dormitory building my vision needed time to adjust. 

i was staring at the tub of party toys trying to find the best one when screaming voices blew my eardrum shot. 

the place smelled like a locker room where orgy had taken place. sweat, musk, perfume was so thick in the air I was surprised I couldn't see a visible cloud of it.

looking down at the goodie bucket I counted enie mini minie moe whilst a vision of tiny white dots danced in front of me. i was still getting used to seeing and it was messing with my decision to choose. 

I noticed right away a pack of ultimate party glow sticks that were hastily topped with alien puffer balls that had big wide eyes, and just below that sticking out were shiny novelties covered in plastic packaging.

I stood there for the better of three good minutes sifting through a smorgasbord of trinkets, a mixed bag of creative hands-on irresistible fun flashing toys, games and accessories that could have been used over and over easily but only with the use of replacement batteries. 

I took a gander at the colorful LED toys such as the multi-color UFO wand, bubble blaster guns, or awesome magic star wands and swords that were a perfect accessory if someone came dressed up, only i wasn't.

a blaster gun shooting glow-in-the-dark balls would be awesome to play in the dark but I wasn't planning on staying that long. This was a social courtesy not a sleepover.

flying discs were also good for night time play. 

Hmm. flashing multi-color Mohawk and Spectacular light-up tentacle headwear were just the thing if I wanted to turn heads and stand out,only i didn't want to. 

speaking of headpieces; there were also a variety of bands in many shapes: a choice from angel wings, cat or bunny ears, and even dolphin fin for myself or guests. Not

collectively there were awesome toys, games and accessories that would entertain anyone and surely make a party unforgettable.

SO did I want red or blue glasses or there was a magic wand pen but did I really feel like carrying it around when the size of the dorm was vest-pocket after revamp? 

I grimaced. no no I did not.

i stuck my hand deep under the treasure chest and skimmed over a miscellany of string toys. what to get, what to get.

rushing to a decision and because there were a couple guys giving me the stank eye I moved my hand completely bypassing plastic spectacles designed in three separate colors: neon yellow, white, and black rims with blue where the plastic lens would have been if they were shades. pass.

thinking it was the best choice I picked out a splendid flower necklace and put it on, layering it neatly over the other chain I'd always kept on.

satisfied, I took a look around and understood why so many guys and their dancing partners went shirtless. 

the humidity in the place must have been pushing ninety percent. guys probing boners into any close willing piece of ass. girls in bras and wee little shorts. 

the pills must've done their job because only pictures would remind them that for at least the night they were curious. wink wink

mason knuckled down and did his damnedest to make sure everything was perfect. 

And by that i mean he really went all out with a disco mirror ball and beat pulsating lights that had nearly rendered me stiff when i'd walked inside. 

although i had to admit the different sized embellishments really made the dorm 'pop' and the bold jumbo lava pieces? they looked pretty darned cool. 

though, i wasn't sure how the troupes were able to make it all happen and could smuggle so much stuff on campus when they were squeezing under such a limited time frame without the headmistress shutting them down and writing them up because of it.

I was nervous. not because I was at a party with people I'd just met but because I'd stopped doing that sort of thing ever since the car crash. 

fortunately kira was around the soften the blow. though i wondered if she was an evil pixie on my shoulder sent to tempt me.

"pretty intense, yeah?" Rachel shouted. she leaned away from kira and grabbed a floating cup from a guy with a tray. purple and pink crystal bracelets shifting up and down her arm.

slightly more muscular than the boys that went to stark house, this one was just a few years older and had short dark blonde hair that was painted red and green by the laser lights. 

he was good looking with sharp dimples in both cheeks and had a tribal tattoo that wrapped around his left bicep. totally hot. 

for the entire night he was flirty to everyone and he'd graciously accepted tips from plastered girls and even some flushed guys.

"thanks." Rachel yelled.

taught chest and abs nodded and kept on walking through the crowd with his tray high in the air. 

thirsty hands grabbed for their drinks and the cocktail server gave them that same radiant smile that I was certain was the reason for all that extra spending money. 

when they had started to groan he had promised to come back with more. I lost sight of him when he passed over the multi-color helium balloons. all I could see were round shapes in yellow, blue, and green that hit people on the face.

my pulse throbbed in my ears.

i look at the cup kira hands to me sideways. her psychedelic personal mini fan in the other.

"don't tell me you never had alcohol before."

Geez could she say that any louder? my eyes focused on the green flashing top Rachel wore. 

together the three of us made our way onto the dance floor, animated laser lights hitting our face and arms. 

In front of me Rachel took a sip of hers and looked around. Rachel snickered and checked out two cute Latinos carrying flashing yard glasses who apparently hadn't quite found what they were stealthy prowling for.

think A.C Slater before kids and post international super stardom. dimples and a chiseled chest.

yeah, they were hot and they knew it.

i half-snort half-laugh. "im not a virgin of course i have." i say.

"whats the problem then? its only fruit punch its really sweet you'll like it."

because I didn't want Rachel to look at me crazy I took it. "thanks." i tell kira raising my voice to be heard. 

that was another thing. since the music was so loud i had to yell in order to get my point across. 

being out of the party scene for so long I had started to develop a nasty migraine that just wouldn't quit. the drinking would certainly make it better.

even more shirtless guys with nipple rings played busboy.  

i licked my dry lips. 

sweat and skin. that's what dominated my awareness as I threaded my way through the gyrating crowd of bodies.

the what am I doing here maybe I should just go speech had crossed my mind. 

but then I came to my senses and realized why I was here in the first place. to have some fun, maybe. 

no. 

because I had been bullied into coming and I couldn't leave until bulldog kira was out of sight. 

I downed back half the sweet cherry-flavored drink and smacked my lips. "its good." i coughed, wincing. 

it was difficult to let loose on a night out when all i wanted to do was lie down and cuddle with my pillow. I was lightweight and so that's why I didn't drink much.

the alcohol warmed my belly and my veins. I was relived as my tension began to leave me.

if it took getting wasted to get through this so be it. 

but it might be a long night I thought as I watched sinful girls in matching short shorts and red and white jam packed bras jumping in the rectangular boxes that had purple led string wrapped around each rod. they smiled, plunging the heavy set of their breasts against the bars without afterthought.

they danced and hugged and grinded up against each other under the beacon light, supple curves rubbing up against supple curves, big ol booties dipped low, a finger in their mouths, winking. and the boys were into it. 

even kira, who was watching with obvious fascination, thought it was hot. 

"I should get up on one of those stages."

I watched the purple light on kiras remote control dress flick colors and change white then yellow then green. like staring at a Christmas tree I was captivated.

I shook my head and looked around and saw a guy holding a spinning space wand smash a can on his forehead and wondered if they only had ice cube adornments. 

I had a craving root beer and that guy was really into his apparently.

Rachel shook her head, the stud in her nose sparkling as it reflected the lights. "yeah but then everyone would be staring at you." she pointed out.

"good point."

I kept my gaze straight ahead even though I could feel kira studying me. Wesley got here and had been dancing with a sure thing. at least he knew when to milk it for as long as he could.

I heard a snicker coming from Rachel. "my buzz has kicked in. im going to hop on this song. later losers." Rachel darted out and into the crowd but didn't go far.

on my right Chanel was doing her. loosened up, she was enjoying herself with the rest of us.

i try not to laugh.

compared to me she danced a unique set of fast paced moves that matched the upbeat tempo.

hesitantly i take a sip and choke. like a spiked punch to the windpipe it went down the wrong way and when Chanel saw me coughing up red she laughed at me.

i was doing this because of her. 

kira may have been the one to come and get me but chanel was the reason i left my dorm. it was awful I had to sit there and listen to both of them without arguing back. chanel had mimicked kiras words and I had agreed.

"don't spill it." chanel taunts floating beside me.

it was tricky not to alert kira whenever Chanel was around.