Amelie'
-Daughter, are you long today? - Mom says and sees me off with an anxious look, she always does, but what am I. I am already twenty-three, and even though we live together, I have the right to go for a walk.
“I don’t know how it will turn out,” I shrug my shoulders and put on my leather jacket. Under her. By the way, ultra-pink dress. Today is a celebrity birthday party, and it's good that he's my friend.
“I will worry,” whispers the parent.
- Don't, Mom. I'm to Pasha, for his birthday, everything will be fine, don't worry, - I say and blur in a smile. I see that my mother does the same. She loves Pashka, we have known him for a long time, since childhood, and my mother somehow whispered to me that she would not mind if he became my boyfriend. Fu, what an abomination, he is like a brother to me. And the fact that she let me go to him so easily is very good.
Pashka is a childhood friend who intends to become my boyfriend, but I made it clear that there is only friendship between us. Well, Pashka, he decided to prove something to me for himself, and in a year he became a well-known DJ in Europe. Of course, I'm glad about it, but this fact does not change anything. But he is not my man. As a friend - yes, as a guy - thank you.
He was my first and to this day the only one, of course I did a noble stupidity, even if you take into account that the guy is running after me, but what to do, what happened - you can’t turn back. I just at one point decided to give us a chance, decided to try, and nothing good came of it. And to be honest, I didn’t like sex, from the word at all. This is another argument against him.
So, today is his birthday. And of course, he spends them on a scale, after he became famous, that's the only way he does it. Yes, I don’t mind, it doesn’t interfere with getting out of the house either. I don’t do this often, but when I do it I come off to the fullest, so my mother is worried.
She's good, she's always there for me. We are with her. Dad has been gone for a long time, so we hold on to each other all the time. But this extreme protectiveness of hers makes me a little tired.
-Hi, - I smack Pashka on the cheek, and hand over a gift, - happy birthday, - and at that moment he gazes at me intently, and what he sees, he probably likes it, because in a minute I already see an enthusiastic look pointing in my direction. Well, I didn't just dress up for him. Or rather, not for him at all.
"Thank you, you're beautiful," he breaks into a smile and moves his body to kiss. Uh, no.
"Let's not do this," I stop him with a wave of my hand. I lean on her chest, and he glares at me with displeasure.
"But today is my birthday," he mumbles. Well, what a man. Another would have taken, pulled and kissed me, despite the resistance. But not this one, this one is too correct. I am very bored with him, and this is another minus in his direction. How sometimes he infuriates me with my gentle words, actions. I want fire, I want emotions to jump, but with him, alas, this is impossible.
-So what? I raise my eyebrow and look ironically at him. Maybe I'm acting like a bitch, but he won't understand otherwise, and I already hesitated to speak.
“Nothing,” he grumbles in response, and moves away, “feel open, everything is here for you,” he says casually and points his hand towards the guests, who are gradually starting to gather.
-Nothing, what is your day? I raise an ironic eyebrow.
-Nothing, - frowning sullenly, and then turns around and goes into the crowd, well, I scan the room with my eyes.
There are a lot of dozens, I would even say very much. Girls, men, all stately and prominent, but there are gougings like Pashka. Well, his party, so it's up to him to decide who to invite. I grunt to myself, and clacking on my heels I move towards the bar. I need to freshen up, talking with him exhausted me mentally a little.
-Martini, - I wave to the bartender, such a cute bartender, I must say.
“This minute, charming lady,” she winks at me, and in an instant such rage takes me. Well, why can’t I behave freely, why Pashka football, and I can’t even talk plainly with the rest. And no, this is not a “tongue in the ass”, it’s just that no one touches me. Maybe I want too much from life. Well, I want the body to tremble at one glance, so that it starts to burn from the inside, but such an “alas” does not happen yet.
There the bartender is not bad, so he can let go of his fictional priorities and just give himself up to all serious?
I sip my martini, it's a little stupefying, and it spreads warmth through my body, making it not as stiff as it was before. In general, I’m used to Pasha’s attention, and I don’t even pay my attention to it anymore, only today it annoys me in a way that it has never bothered me before. Weird? Not that word. But the fact remains.
- Shall we dance? - Pasha appears next to me again, scaring me a little, and breaking my eye contact with the handsome man at the column.
-What? I bounce in place.
- Shall we dance? - calls to him with a gesture of his hand.
- Come on, - I chuckle to myself, it's his day, and the dance does not oblige me to anything, so why not.
We go out to the middle of the parquet, and as if by order, a lingerie begins to play. I take Pashka by the neck, and slowly swing from side to side, making smooth movements with my hips. Yes, and in my dress you won’t dance much, everything will be on display. Even if I was not distinguished by shyness, it would still be awkward somehow.
When we dance with Pashka, I notice some strange excitement to myself. It pierces right through me. And no, don't think, this is not the languor that I was talking about, this is something else, strange and disgusting. It looks like someone is watching with a bad eye. I turn my head a couple of times in an attempt to stumble upon an ill-wisher, but the hall is dim, and there are quite a few people. So I don't find anyone, and I still feel the evil look on my back.
-What? Pashka noticed my nervous state and decided to ask.
-Nothing, everything is fine, - I brush off the question, like an annoying fly.
- Well, - the dance ends and Pashka moves away from me. “Will you watch me at the remote control?” he asks me with hope in his eyes. What am I? I'm not interested in looking at a dude who turns on the music, but I tell him something completely different - I don't want to offend.
-Of course, - I smile tautly and watch how he breaks into a joyful smile, unlike me.
“That’s nice,” he leans sharply and kisses me on the cheek, and I feel more and more how insults from an unknown, or unknown individual fly into my back.
Pashka quickly leaves, and I decide to freshen up a little, and take another glass, go to the balcony. You heard right, balcony. This is the place where people relax and breathe fresh air, and they also smoke, and here it is, located on the fourteenth floor, however, like the whole club, in a large penthouse.
I go out, and the evening coolness immediately hits my face, so pleasant and so good, after a stuffy room, that I involuntarily close my eyes, and open them again from a heavy look that burns through me.
I turn and look at a cute girl, blonde, with a petite appearance, but she seems cute until she opens her mouth.
- Why are you attached to him? - this cute individual immediately begins to press me, only the wrong one was attacked.
-On whom? - I look and smile, I pull up a glass of martini and sip it, savoring the taste.
-On my Pasha! - this crazy woman squeals, and I just stand there and smile. Strange creature girls, don't even notice that I don't care.
-Who are you?
-His girlfriend.
- Fine, then be kind, leave me and go back to where you came from.
-I warned you, - he points his finger in my direction, - you will approach him again, and you will not be greeted.
- And who will arrange a fun life for me?
-I!
- Oh, - in pretense I cover my chest with my hand, - it's scary.
-That's it. - and he already wants to leave, and I would let him go, but I just couldn’t hold my tongue a little.
“And yes, I’ll come up, and more than once, and maybe not only I’ll come up,” I wink at her, and take another sip from my glass.
But who expected that she would be sick in the head.
-He is mine! - With this scream, this crazy one flies up to me, and pushes me in the chest, but with such force that I can't stand it and fall back, where there is an abyss and fourteen flights before meeting with asphalt.
There is no cry, only the shock of a free fall. I close my eyes and mentally say goodbye to my mother, remember our father, prepare to become a bloodstain in a pink dress and feel a painful junction with the ground, and then I just fall into warm water, and when I emerge in front of me, a man of breathtaking appearance appears, and after briefly examining the situation, I I understand that he is naked, and I apparently plopped into his bath.