THE PARTY

***CLANG

The sounds of my utensils hit the luxury rose gold marble floor.

I saw my clammy hands shaking as I’m trying hard to control my emotions, I’m fighting the guilt and pain.

The guilt of failing her and the pain from those sweet exchange of conversation, it is hitting deep inside like daggers, it’s enigmatic! I can’t pinpoint why, never had this experience with other girls, who tried to offer me lust.

Startled by the clash, Trisha jumps off her seat, disgusted by the splattered carrot and orange soup on her bodice, she fanned herself, teary-eyed, looking at the miss.

Then her eyes meet mine “What was that all about?!? You’re such a clumsy, gauche, handsome rich! And I hate it!” she rolled her eyes, took her small black Valentino purse, quickly found wet wipes, and helped herself cleaning the stain.

“Bro, are you alright?” I could feel Jacob's breaths waft on my face.