13 The bedroom

We soon reached the front door of Eveline's house, which was decorated with a couple making out. After walking past them, I explained to Jason that it was time for me to leave. He seemed to want to protest, but I wasn't in the mood to further keep him in company. I was tired and felt hollow, which didn't match the atmosphere.

Before departing, though, I had to find Sasha. She was the one with the car keys after all and I also couldn't abandon her. Hopefully she would be sober enough to walk on her own. Otherwise I would have to drag her to her car.

The search on the bottom floor was unfruitful and thus I moved towards the stairs. There I found the host waiting outside the occupied toilet.

"Hey Mel! Enjoying the party?"

"Definitely." The white lie left me immediately.

"However I am starting to feel tired now. Have you seen Sasha? She has the car."

Ms Party Queen lent back at the wall and crossed her arms. With a small move of her chin, she indicated the closed bedroom to the left.

"I saw her walk in there." Her face expression was a bit weird. It was as if she tried to not laugh.

"Thanks." I responded while enclosing my hand around the door handle. As I pulled down the handle, I couldn't help but be suspicious of Eveline's action.

The door was unlocked and opened up easily. Somehow I got a strange deja vu feeling when I interrupted a sex scene. Suddenly I understood why Eveline started to laugh. I could feel a blush working up my cheeks.

I was just going to flee when I saw Sasha among the participants on the bed sheets.

"Sasha?" I focused on the carpet in front of me in order to spare them some dignity. Luckily they weren't completely naked yet, so I haven't suffered any permanent damage to my innocence yet.

"Jeez, Mel! Why are you in here!?" She exclaimed while she collected her dress according to my peripheral sight.

"Sorry fo disrupting, but I would really like to leave now. It's getting late."

"Fine."

I raised my head when I saw her approach me fully clothed with her hand around her handbag. Her neck was red with hickeys, except around her sapphire necklace.

"It was fun, babe. We should totally do it again." She sent a wink towards the sturdy and somewhat pale male on the bed.

I have to admit that he was illegally handsome with his crow-black hair and green eyes, which almost resembled emeralds...

Emeralds? Why did that remind me of something?

"Any time." He answered nonchalantly and ended with a smirk. Then he directed his gaze at me.

"We meet again, little mouse."

Little mouse? No one had called me that before. Or?

I frowned. It did somehow sound familiar.

"I don't think I have met you before."

"You don't?" He asked with a sceptical tone while approaching me. Since he started to tread into my personal space, I took a few steps back.

"Hey dude, you can mess with me, but my friend is off limits!" Sasha intervened and blocked me from him, which I was grateful for.

The stranger kept staring intently at me like I was a new found specie of the Homo Sapiens line. It made me severely uncomfortable, so I tried my hardest to ignore him. Instead I focused on my best friend.

A ring on her middle finger caught my eye, since I had never seen it before. It was made of silver with a ruby red rose in the center and curvy lines emerging from it.

My curiosity was awakened by the ring and I wanted to ask Sasha about it. Seemingly knowing my thoughts, she put light pressure on my arm. Her facial expression told me to not inquire at the moment, which I respected.

"It's not your choice, babe. Maybe your friend over there is feeling up for a quicky with the handsome me." The male was so shameless that I decided a matching nickname for him.

"Sasha, I really don't understand your taste in men. Why the hell did you do the nasty act with Mr. Shameless?" I shook my head in disappointment.

"We never completed it, because of disruption from someone whose name shall not be named, you know." Sasha defended herself in an almost bitter tone. I guess she really wanted to *cough*, *cough*.

A disturbing image appeared in my mind, which I suppressed with all my might.

"Mr. Shameless, eh?" The annoying man gave a small chuckle, before continuing.

"You may call me whatever you want in bed, little mouse."

"In bed?! No way in hell!" I protested loudly while a small blush crept up to my cheeks.

"Don't tell me you are a virgin?"

I could feel even more blood rush to my cheeks.

"So what? It doesn't concern you, playboy."

Seeing as Sasha had fixed herself somewhat presentable and I wanted to escape this weird dude, I pulled my best friend's arm towards the door. In my flustered state, I almost didn't notice that she followed me a bit reluctantly. If I had put more importance to it, it probably would have spared me some troubles in the future.