You Can Call me

1 : "Party"

"I'm sure they're here. If not all of them then at least one." She says so surely as she drags me.

I pulled myself away from her and worried about how I looked tonight.

A mess.

Yes.

My blonde hair in a bob cut had streaks of paint at the ends since I just came from our wall painting mural session with my co-boarders at our apartment building. It's like a Friday tradition there, it's where we vent our our angers onto a mural art. It's cool though. Really one of its kind kind of thing. Aside from the fact that it's highly messy, it's fun.

Anyways, I was wearing my old blue denim coverall, a white crop top that obviously had finger-wiped red, blue and yellow paintings on it and a pair of worn out black converse shoes.

I looked like a f*****g mess and where we were heading?

Well, we were heading to this HUGE VIP Party that Monique forced me to go with. She was begging since last week and since she heard her most favorite band, Silver Spade, were going to be here, I'm in agony of going with her.

"I don't think we can go inside." I pull my arm away from her. "And look at me. I'm a complete s**t, they won't let us through with how I look." I added.

She stops and stares at me from head to toe. "You look fine." She obviously lies, while chewing a gum and completely ignoring me.

"Not! Fine! At all! You know, as a very close friend you are heartless I swear to God." I groan at her.

"Sorry. Forgive me. I had to lie at how you look just so you can come with me inside that Bel-air luxury mansion. Please please do not bail on me." She pleaded.

"Your honesty isn't helping at all! Not helpful. I'm going home." I tried to leave.

But she pulls me right back. "No. We're already here. Please." She begs again.

"You're the only who's ready for the party. I look like your f*****g chauffeur." I rant.

Branded sports car started passing by where we were standing and entered the mansion-like building.

"And it looks like a very VIP party. Look at how the tons of security surrounds the entire place." I said in terror.

I look at the huge Bel-air mansion that was before us, the walls were tall as hell, the doors and windows were huge too. The garden were filled with very green well-trimmed grass, beautiful flowers and the house was surrounded by the tall-ass gate. There were even lots and lots of luxury cars that were parked right outside the house. Damn. Even though the party from the inside looked really really intimidating because of the loud music and the dancing lights, I wouldn't want to risk myself being caught and going inside looking like s**t as of how I look now.

She didn't listen obviously because she continues to pull me again as we head closer to the gates, "I know it has highly strict security. That's why I copied the exact tickets so we can go in with no problem." She says.

I groan.

"How did you even know how the ticket looked?" I ask.

"There's a thing called Google."

"Yeah, and there's a thing called being caught for fraud."

She stops.

So I stopped too.

"I've been WANTING and DYING to party with either from the boys." She says.

I arch an eyebrow. "You know I have no interest on them. Why drag me with you?"

"Because..." She trails and begins to pout.

"I'm your friend." She snapped. "And you're the only one who supports me over my craziness with Silver Spade."

I snapped my fingers at her face. "This is beyond the word CRAZY, Mon."

I cross my arms. "And... Uhhhh. I didn't support you on this? You forced me?"

She groans. "It's the last night for the boys to be here in the city so at least support me on this. Please?" She begs like a baby.

I purse my lips together as I kept my arms crossed together

"If I ever get laid tonight by any of them, you'll have one month supply of dinner at Wendy's." She says to me.

Yes, she works at Wendy's.

"Three months." I said firm.

She gapes. "I'll lose my job if I do that."

"Then I'm leaving." I try to walk away but then she pulls me again.

"Fine! 3 months supply."

I grin.

The thought of how I look tonight will totally haunt me forever and will be the death of me. But three months supply of dinner from Wendy's is a win-win. Then I'm sure no one will even care about how I look, and from the inside of the mansion, it looked like the entire place's lights were turned off and were filled with streaks of laser lights instead.

I point my index finger at her, "If we get caught, you're gonna be so dead!"

She laughs it off, "Just relax. Cmon. Let's go inside and see lots of celebrities." she says while giggling.

We headed to the tall gates and we easily entered through it. But as we head closer to the front door, I was getting more nervous because of the security standing by the doorway. Monique showed our VIP pass while the security looked at me doubtfully so they asked us for some ID just for verification then...

We got inside!

Like a snap!

I know Monique was giggling inwardly and she keeps pulling my arm while we made our way through the huge front door of the mansion. My eyes scanned through the entire house and I was completely jawdropped with what I am seeing right now. The mansion looked like it was turned into bar, it was dark and filled with laser lights. There were people dancing like crazy, there was a DJ booth and a DJ playing wickedly cool music, s**t, I think that's Calvin Harris playing over there. Holy crab, there were mini bars on the sides and bartenders serving cocktails around the entire place too but I fell in love with the staircase that resembled like the one in Titanic.

"I've never been in this kind of party. Oh s**t. This rocks." Monique screams against the loud blasting music.

Me too.

I mean I love parties. Totally love the thought of going out for a little fun in the weekend but this party was something. I'm a complete party animal. I love going to a night out with my girls. I love dancing, no doubt about it but she was right, this party was something different.

Why?

Because we were passing by insanely famous people as if we've known them since preschool. We were even exchanging our hellos to each other as if they know us. Like the hell, this party totally will be remembered by me, of course! I partied with these tons of celebrities in one huge house. They were all friendly as hell and it's already driving me insane just by standing here and looking at them. Holy s**t this party totally rocks! It's flooding with A-List celebrities!

Fuck I'm sure as hell that was Cara and Kendall sitting on the couch.

"Let loose!" Monique yells at my ear.

She pulls me to the dance floor together with the other people dancing, drinking and sweating. I can't help it anymore I was already dancing to the music, It Was You by Calvin Harris & Firebeatz, and Monique was dancing with me too. I pulled my hands above my head and began to dance sexily, swaying my hips like how a little b***h would dance while Monique dances against me. We danced for a while and we were beginning to have fun now. We danced to a few songs while she kept grabbing some drinks from the waiters that were passing by.

She grabs two more cocktail drink from the waiter holding a tray-full of drinks and handed me one.

"Cheers to us for getting so f****d up tonight!" Monique screams while raising her glass.

"Cheers!!" I screamed and clinked my glass with hers.

We chugged the alcohol in one shot and placed it back on the waiter's empty tray.

I lick my lips. "That drink was yummy." I said while smiling.

Monique laughs. "We need more drinks. I'll go grab more for us! I bet it's free!"

I nod.

Monique begins to leave me and I couldn't see her anymore as she disperse so quickly with the massive people who were dancing. Only then I realized that I was left here all alone.

"Shit." I groan.

The music begins to shift to Womanizer by Britney Spears, one of my favorite songs of her. I began to dance along with the music even though I was by myself. I began to move my hips and grind while closing my eyes feeling the beat of the music creeping into my veins, as if it was a drug that's been injected to me.

Superstar, where you from?

How's it going?

I know you gotta clue

What you're doing

You can play brand new

to all the other chicks out here

But I know what you are

What you are baby

It's like I was making love to the music and I was even biting my lower lip. I didn't care if anyone was watching, I mean, I'm here to party so I'm gonna dance. And I bet this is going to be the last party that I'll be sharing with these tons of celebrities.

I began to jump on my feet and pulled my head up to the ceiling. I opened my eyes as I look at the laser lights hitting the people dancing with me. I moved my head back down and began to dance again.

Look at you

Getting more than just a re-up

Baby you got all the puppets

with their strings up

But from the farthest table from where I was stand, I paused when he looked at me. I looked back at him while I was dancing.

Faking like a good one

But I call 'em like I see 'em

I know what you are

What you are baby

All of a sudden his piercing emerald eyes made me feel nervous. I kept on dancing, trying to shake my nervousness away, but I'm still stealing glances at their table. At him, exactly. He wore a white shirt, a black pair of skinny pants and sadly I can't see his shoes from here, but I'm sure they're boots. Just how I remember Monique would adore him and his style.

Womanizer-woman-womanizer

You're a womanizer oh..

Of course I know who he is.

Boy don't try to flirt

I, I know just-just

What you are, are, are

He was surrounded with a lot of females, two on his left side and three on his right. But he wasn't alone, he was with two other men on the same table and I'm sure it wasn't anyone from his band. But their table was majorly composed of women. Sexy and intensely hot women. His arms were sprawled on the couch's backrest but his eyes were still glued at me even though he was surrounded by lots of sexier females. I can't help it, he makes me wanna look at him again and again.

Say it, play it how you wanna

But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you

Never you, baby

All of a sudden, he licks his lips.

Ah! s**t that was sexy.

His arms are now off from the couch and placed his elbows over his knees while clasping his hands together as he still looks at me. He leans a little forward to reach for his drink, takes the glass of cocktail on his hand then finishes it with one shot. But s**t he's still looking at me when he was drinking his cocktail.

you say I'm crazy

I got you crazy

You're nothing but a womanizer

I was still dancing anyways, weirdly or maybe awkwardly, trying to ignore him and how his sexy stares and eyes are affecting me. But I can't ignore him.

He licks his lips again after emptying his glass. s**t. I tell you, it wasn't making me anymore good.

Why do I feel something down there?

Shit why.

This was weird. I didn't know he could be this deadly to women. I didn't know that he could make me feel this way all of a sudden when it's the first time I met him and I'm not even of a huge fan of him. Was this how his millions of fans felt when they met him? Hence how many females are on their table, I know this song was perfect for him.

He's a womanizer.

But I didn't know he could be this hot. He is dangerously hot, even just sitting there. He's not even doing anything but he's already hot. f**k this guy. I didn't know those penetrating green eyes would be so deadly. So intimidating. So intense. He's really undeniably hot even from afar.

Suddenly he begins to stand with his eyes still locked with mine but my feet were involuntarily taking a few steps back. Why do I feel like he's moving towards where I was? And I'm scared that he might actually come over me, my ticket for coming here was fake.

Argh. I need to find Monique.

I began to leave the dance floor and moved my way out from the massive people, still feeling my heart beating fast, hoping that I won't get caught. I took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily once I found myself a bit space. I look around, I can't find him anymore.

Good because he was giving me trouble in breathing.

Shit, maybe he noticed that I wasn't one of the guests here. Of course, with how I looked? f**k. I need to hide. But I'm sure this isn't his party. He won't be that mean to kick me out of this mansion.

Another waiter was passing by bringing a tray of cocktails and I hurriedly grabbed two glasses. I walked away from the crowd and finished the drinks one after the other in one second.

I groan.

That was vodka mixed with moscato.

"Uck.." I grimaced.

I continued walking and found myself inside the kitchen. There were only three people here, one couple making out near the fridge and I'm the third person. I was relieved that I found a place where I could be alone even though the couple in here was already making out full-on.

"Damn it, where's Monique?" I pull out my phone and groaned when it was already battery empty.

"Shit.." I cussed.

I pulled myself up to sit on top of the counter and tried to turn on my dead batt phone, hoping it would still work. But it has really ran out of battery.

"s**t. f**k!" I curse again.

I noticed the couple stopped from making out and gave me a weird stare. The woman said something to the man which I didn't seem to hear then she pulled him out from the kitchen and left.

"No estoy loco!" I yell when they left. (Translation: I'm not crazy!)

I look down again at my lap and every time I stare at my phone having the black screen, it just gets me more mad knowing the fact that I'm stuck here and I can't find Monique. I shouldn't have came. I should've just stayed home and studied for my exam next week.

"Pedazo inùtil de mierda!" I yell at my phone. (Translation: You useless piece of s**t!)

I hear the kitchen door open, but I didn't really mind looking at it. I don't know the people around here anyways. I'm sure it was another couple who needs a vacant room where they can make out.

I groan on top of the counter as I kept my eyes at my phone. I was still sitting here with my head bent down. I couldn't find Monique inside this huge mansion and my phone has no life left on it. I don't even know anyone from here. Argh!

Shit, what if she got caught for her fake tickets? I panicked.

"Maybe a drink will help?" A man with a very thick British accent speaks.

I froze and kept my head down low.