Chapter 2 I AM NOT ZEPHYR. I AM ADRIANA + A BOOMING PARTY

CHAPTER 2

The examination I had yesterday at the progressive school of LI was discouraging. Apart from the cute guy I saw in the examination hall, nothing else gives me joy. Maybe I should go to tonight's party with my bestie, Zoey, and drink away my sorrow.

Zoey my friend got another party invitation by 9: 00 PM today and you know what that means. She always wanted me to be by her side during a party. I wondered why she preferred me to Kate, maybe I was prettier than Kate though.

I found my way outside my room after tricking my kid brothers to watch cartoons in the visitor's room and stepped out of the house suspiciously.

"Hey baby girl, I am here!!" Zoey whispered to me a few inches with her first finger crossed over her rossy lips.

"Zoey....... I was highly strung by her appearance, and right now my jaw dropped, and would soon fall to the ground.

Zoey was a very pretty girl with brains. She was intelligent and that was one of the reasons why I chose to be her closest friend. She had the best dress sense that wowed me anytime we were going for an important outing. She wowed me again. She was wearing a black form-fitting dress which exposed her curvy shape and show off her tempting thighs. Her legs were heavy as she flaunted Giuseppe Zanotti's strappy red hills while her bracelets were flickering.

I quickly rushed to her and gave her a warm hug before entering her SUV car.

The ignition was switched on and the ride began. It was rough but fun.

We finally arrived at the MEATPACKING DISTRICT party after minutes of teasing ourselves in the car.

The party ambiance was booming with bright illuminants. My eyes peered at a bluish swimming pool by the right through the car mirror, sending a relaxing Melody to my brain. If I had a knot in my stomach before now I have beautiful colorful butterflies as my gaze met bright flowers with seductive scents. I had no sorrow to think of anymore, not even the transition examination I had yesterday.

I stepped my feet on the ground proudly and was full of myself not until Zoey staggered and fell to the floor unknowingly. She might have taken glasses of stouts before going to the Party. I turned my face to her on the floor shamefully and walked to her majestically, pretending she did it purposely. I took her left hand and helped her up to a table full of charcuterie snack trays, chocolate truffles, and strawberry wines.

I sat down close to Zoey to save myself from some embarrassment but sip my strawberry wine occasionally and swayed in the direction of the island breeze as some real rumbling bass lines were rolling in.

The music stopped in a jiffy and the grimmy hoedown was quiet like the solemn hours of the day. Everyone was enjoying the R&B before a guy in a cowboy dress walked up to the front of the party house with two girls by his sides. The guy was singing like Michael Jackson. Even my drunk friend raised her brows to stare at the guy immediately after he started shutting down the party house with POP. It was an emotional moment for me when the guy started singing, and I couldn't help it. It was like I was finding it difficult to remember what has happened to me before.

Hello, pretties!' Andrew uttered as he walked across us with a martini glass cup filled with Tennessee whiskey.

"Zoey, Andrew is here, he's here" I drew Zoey closer to me and said so that she could sit well and maybe stop the jargons she was saying. Her crush is here and she couldn't feel the moon anymore.

"He doesn't like night parties, Adriana" Zoey laughed unconsciously and pronounced.

" I would kiss his lips today!" Zoey added, touching my nose cone before Andrew finally get to us.

"Hello, Andrew!" I jumped at him and shook him as if nothing happened but he was sharp enough to notice the broken tears on my plumpy cheeks.

"Are you crying?" He asked.

"No, why did you ask?" I asked in pretense.

"I taught you never like night parties, Andrew" I quickly added and interrupted him.

" Yes. I came with my friend, Trevor!" Andrew said as he pointed his hand to the guy singing on the stage.

Andrew just said he came with his friend, the guy singing on the stage. I was happy to hear that from him because it was easy to access to meet the guy and learn the song he was singing. I have heard the song somewhere, and maybe I could remember it once again.

While I was having a conversation with Andrew, I glanced at a guy who has the same resemblance as the cute guy who wore a kimono suit on our examination day walking into the party house with his hand clasped behind.

"What's that?" Andrew spoke when he saw me staring at the air.

"I am fine, Andrew", I said disdainfully.

The guy was wearing dark-colored jeans and patent red corduroys with a long-sleeve button. His tempting eyes intoxicated me under his cowboy hat. He was such a definition of handsome.

The cute guy entered the party house and sat down alone, having sighted me staring at him.

This time, I decided to approach the cute guy sitting alone, I wasn't ready to miss him again.

"Hey come here!" Zoey said from the back as she staggered and kissed Andrew, and drew him close to the wall behind. It seemed they were sex angered with each other. They pull out their clothes and roll into a dark scene. It was an opportunity to approach the cute guy though.

I walked slowly towards the guy with a smile but he wasn't just smiling at me.

I gathered courage and went to sit down opposite the chair he was sitting in.

"Hey, handsome!" I uttered in a propitious way, resting my chin on my hands.

He looked me straight into the eyes and tilted his head up a bit; he was not responding.

"You must be a scholar, I was amazed at the way you answered those transition examination questions in a short time"

I said with a tempting smile to get his attention but failed.

"Zephyr!"

The guy finally spoke but what he said had no meaning to me. He was pointing his finger at me and calling me "Zephyr".

"Oh I am Adriana, not Zephyr"

He looked at me for some minutes and finally released a smile. I was happy to see him smile not until I saw two drops of tears roll down his face.

He moved up from the sit and moved away from me. I was so embarrassed when he stood up but I forced myself the sit not to make it obvious.

I lifted my head and saw people staring at me with their cameras. I even heard some people calling me a witch. I was confused, so I stood up in annoyance.

"What's happening here" I drew Samson closer to me and trembled in my voice.

" Oh, pretty girl are you alright?" Samson asked.

"It's none of your business, why are you guys staring at me like that?" I blew hot, hurling a sachet liquid at his face.

"Hmmm.....okay" the guy sighed depressed.

"Talk to me please!" I increased the pitch of my voice.

"You were...... talking..... to yourself"

Samson forced himself to say it, he was scared to hurt me.

"No, I wasn't talking to myself. I was talking to a guy on a cowboy hat, didn't you see him?"

"He was sitting down here"

I pointed my finger to where he was sitting before he left.