“Hmm, saint Shay,” Felix said, testing the words, “Somehow I don’t really see that either.” He made room for Shay on the couch and reached into his own bag. “Here,” he said, handing her a strip of aspirin, “this will help more.”
“It came out of your moth,” Shay presented a smartassed smirk. “I think I would look good in a halo though. Except the robe and a harp. That would have to go.” She noticed Felix made an open spot for her on the couch, gladly, she took her seat and took the aspirin. “I could kiss you right now but that’d be weird and gross so I’ll pass and give you a dollar for sport.”
“You’d be surprised what I know, Shay.” Bryden teased back. He observed people, especially the people he had an interest in, so he knew her more than she probably even realized. “Yea, that’s the one,” he mumbled as he continued to inspect the car. Just then he felt a heavy weight hit him straight on the head, and he felt woozy. “Jesus Christ Shay!” He cried out, as he glared up at the girl, rubbing his head.
“You’re gonna be more surprised when you find you don’t.” A brow rose, almost feeling threatened in that moment. No one had ever seen a more uibtle side to her. Not even Felix when she was five trying to boss him around or force him to play tea party. “I need to check this!” She responded, checking her text, not even realizing his wrench hit him in the head. “Did you know there’s a rumor Topher got rejected again? Sometimes he just needs to rethink his angles. —- Hey are you almost done?”
Leo blinked at her, not understanding. “… Shay, you need to study this stuff if you want to pass.”
“I passed in high school. By the way, it’s H20. It hydrates the body. Water is, in fact, a chemical. Its chemical formula is H2O or, less commonly, HOH, H2O is also one of the most well-known chemical formulas. When properly written, the "2” after the H is written in subscript.“ She stopped and tapped on her pencil. "How’d I do?”
“You are a living saint, Shay, my darling, sunshine of my life,” Felix marveled, as he accepted the cup of coffee, and then practically inhaled the substance. “I don’t even care how you are this awake at this hour. Weren’t you out even later than I was?”
“Sunshine? Reconsider, I’m anything but sunshine.” She set hers down along with her purse onto the lounge. “I’ll accept being a saint though. Yep, I was. Got a killer headache and the coffee helps, trust me.”
“Well shit,” said Felix, “Thanks for waking me up then.” He looked around, “now who do I have to screw to get a cup of coffee around here?”
“Why do you think I got two of these Starbucks in my hand?” She set them down on the table in front of the couch. “Figured this would wake you up.”
“Anything but that, most likely. I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but I have my charms.”
"Please. I just seen people making out in exchange for drinks. I think flirting is going downhill. Your charms might be the only thing that can save some of the kids around here.”
“Alright, just saw someone spill their drink on a girl’s dress as a means of starting a conversation. I fear for the future of the art of flirting.”
“I’d honestly love to hear what you’d do differently. Though, I agree, it’s a pathetic attempt but if anyone can give them guidance in flirting, it’s you.”
Even though Shay was a drunk and a little high from the drugs Mickey sold to her, it softened the edge of the romantic holiday. One she could barely stomach. Lights were out and Shay couldn’t couldn’t see shit. Not even who was bumping into her in the dark. Normally Shay would have a near fit if she didn’t knw who was touching her in the darkened atmosphere but the punch and narcotics simply made her a more loosened Shay Wayland. Probably more from the punch than narcotics. Whomever that was in the dark, she latched onto what felt like their arm. “Come on, dance with me. And since this is a romantic holiday, with the lights out, I’m sure no one will even notice anyone missing if we slipped off.”
“Forgiving you would mean you’ve done something wrong. Is that your way of apologising, Shay? Because if so, I’ll take it. And then we can dance?”
"I so did not say I was apologizing. But fine — Why don’t we just forget it ever happened and enjoy ourselves? Dancing is a definite yes for me. It feels like it’s been forever.” Shay tried to speak as loud as she could over the loudness of music at the party. Truth be told, she liked Piper’s fun side. She knew how to have fun just like Shay did. The only problem would lie after the party ends.
“I can’t dance, Shay.” Leo whined, shaking his head. “Don’t call me that.”
“Have you even tried? Come on Nevins, don’t be the actual baby of your family.” She took a sip of her drink, glancing over at his sister, her roommate, piper. She was definitely the fun one when it came down to things like this. “Why not? You kinda are. Of the testosterone siblings that is.”
“I’ll try…sorry, I lost my footing.” She mumbled after the fact. “Yes, thank you!” Maisie nodded taking a glass. “Well, it’s all everyone could talk about. I even got roped in to helping the decorating committee, so here I am.” Maisie shrugged. “Have you been here long?”
Brown eyes scanned over Maisie’s shoes and she wondered if that was why she lost her footing. “Is it the shoes? Because you don’t wear those kind of shoes often.” Her head tilted in observance and curiosity. “You decorated this? I mean, it’s not hard to believe now since most Christians believe in romance, love or whatever. —- About forty five minutes. Would’ve been here sooner but you know how the saying goes, ‘best be fashionably late’.”
“Bad for you, maybe.” Rich smirked, raising a challenging eyebrow at her. “‘Course not. I can’t wait to see Briggs lose her mind.“
"Briggs, a virginal queen getting drunk? I’m definitely staying around for that. If you really want to trip her out, give her a little hit.” Shay laughed, almost picturing the scene itself. “How did you spike it anyway without teachers catching you? ”
I would wish for a stopwatch. So when you press down on the stem, not only does the watch stop, but all time stops. Everything freezes and you can walk around and take anything you want from the stores and go into people’s houses, even when they’re there and spy on them. You would have all the control and nobody would ever know it was you. They wouldn’t even know they were being controlled. That’d be the best part.
“Oh, don’t worry. The punch has been spiked. Some of us are old enough to drink. Not me, but some.”
“How did I figured the punch would be spiked, you are so bad.” She chuckled before taking another sip of her drink. “Just don’t tell the prudes any of that or they wont touch it. God knows they could use some alcohol in their life.”
“Can I just go back to my room?” Leo grumbled from his spot against the wall. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks, nothing fancy. Leo wasn’t the fanciest of men. “These aren’t fun.”
“No way, you have to dance at this thing. I promise you’ll have so much fun.” The brunette was already buzzed with excitement since paries were her favorite thing. “Come on, live a little Nevins.”
“Oh dear! Sorry! ” Smooth Maisie, real smooth. Berating herself for her error in footing, Maisie anxiously flattened her clammy palms against the fabric of her borrowed dress, hoping her entry went unnoticed.
Shay noticed someone bumped into her in her new dress she paid over four hundred dollars for. No way was it going to be ruined. If it was for a dumb Valentine’s day party. “Maisie, can you try to be less of a klutz?” Although it wasn’t really Maisie’s fault, there was so many people dancing all over the place. “You made it though. I’m surprised you even showed up. Drink?”
“I don’t really ‘get’ dates.” He said quietly as he glanced down at himself. “My hips? Oh, but they’re not bad in the first place, are they?” He asked suddenly becoming self-concious.
“Does that mean you’ve never gotten laid either? Oh honey, it’s a wonder with that outfit. Change it up, wear things livelier.” Shay pointed out probably much meaner than she would’ve intended but it could help him get a possible date if he switched up the dull wardrobe. “No, that’s what I’m saying. They will eventually if you eat their yogurt —- or so I’ve heard. ”
“That’s great!” Felix said, happy she was cooperating. He took two shots of Shay - and then a third to be sure, and then let his camera rest on his chest. “Are you okay with these potentially ending up in the yearbook?” he asked, ever the advocate for privacy.
“Sure,” She confirmed, tucking any stray hair behind her ears she’d no doubt fix later. “I don’t mind. Though you look really good today. How about one together?"