one piece of clothing she could have done without, but Maria said: "all of the girls in school wear them, so you should too."
Anya had given in and Maria bought three of them, each one a different color.
Anya takes three generous sips of beer, trying hard not to wrinkle her face in response to the bitter taste. She is aware that she is on the receiving end of Melody's hateful look, but for the moment, she doesn't care. Anya looks into her steel, grey eyes and says, "Hi, Melody."
"What are you doing here?”
Okay, that wasn't the response I was quite expecting. "Uh…Jose invited me."
Melody raises both of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. "Oh."
Anya tips the bottle of beer once again. She downs the liquid, fighting the urge to vomit.
A boy, sitting directly across from her, stares at her with his brow crumpled. "Do you want something else to drink?"
Anya shifts her attention over to him. He is gorgeous with white blond hair, large blue eyes and a slender figure. But he looks too young to be at a party intended only for grad students: she guesses that he is around the age of fifteen.
"Yes, please. I'd like an ice tea or a coke."
He wrinkles his nose. "Sorry, no ice tea or coke. This is a drinking party," he says, putting heavy emphasize on the words 'drinking party'.
Anya narrows her eyebrows. "Okay then, get me another alcoholic drink, other than beer."
He shoots her a snide look. "Why don't you get it yourself?"
Of course, Melody and her friends laugh at his smug response.
Anya springs to her feet and stares at the boy, purposely making the look in her eyes fierce. "Well, since you had to point out that this is a drinking party , something I'm well aware of, you can damn well get me a drink." She then turns and gives Melody and her friends an even more threatening look, something Carly and Maria would do. But she doesn't care about her behavior. As of tonight, Anya is done with being pushed around, treated cruelly and made to feel less-than human.
"Geez, I was only joking. Simmer down, I'll get you one," he says, visibly taken aback by her sudden outburst.
But Anya can still detect the resentful look in his eyes. She narrows her eyes into slits.
"Don't lie to me! Oh, and since you like booze so much, you can drink the rest of this." She shoves the quarter-empty bottle at him, giving him no choice but to take it.
By now, everyone in the room is looking at her, wide-eyed.
CHAPTER 15
Maria quenches the simmering coals of her third cigarette butt against the surface of the ashtray. Her head is clearer and she feels much more relaxed, something she hasn't experienced since she came here to Canada. Much to her delight, Jose sits close beside her and listens to her rant about uptight parents and Anya's apathy.
"Well, Anya never wore anything revealing in front of people before, so the fact that she is now shows me that she's finally coming out of her shell." He squares his shoulders, then turns to look at her as if he has just remembered something. "That was quite gutsy of her to do what she did to Patrick in that skit a few days ago."
Maria keeps her eyes locked on his. She can tell by the way he had spoken those words, he is filled with admiration for Anya, but it is all for the wrong reasons. And it is not even genuine. Maria begins to feel guilty for what she has done to Anya and for what she is about to do to her. She has grown quite fond of her. Anya is a wonderfully unique individual who has an ardent drive to
Anya had given in and Maria bought three of them, each one a different color.
Anya takes three generous sips of beer, trying hard not to wrinkle her face in response to the bitter taste. She is aware that she is on the receiving end of Melody's hateful look, but for the moment, she doesn't care. Anya looks into her steel, grey eyes and says, "Hi, Melody."
"What are you doing here?”
Okay, that wasn't the response I was quite expecting. "Uh…Jose invited me."
Melody raises both of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. "Oh."
Anya tips the bottle of beer once again. She downs the liquid, fighting the urge to vomit.
A boy, sitting directly across from her, stares at her with his brow crumpled. "Do you want something else to drink?"
Anya shifts her attention over to him. He is gorgeous with white blond hair, large blue eyes and a slender figure. But he looks too young to be at a party intended only for grad students: she guesses that he is around the age of fifteen.
"Yes, please. I'd like an ice tea or a coke."
He wrinkles his nose. "Sorry, no ice tea or coke. This is a drinking party," he says, putting heavy emphasize on the words 'drinking party'.
Anya narrows her eyebrows. "Okay then, get me another alcoholic drink, other than beer."
He shoots her a snide look. "Why don't you get it yourself?"
Of course, Melody and her friends laugh at his smug response.
Anya springs to her feet and stares at the boy, purposely making the look in her eyes fierce. "Well, since you had to point out that this is a drinking party , something I'm well aware of, you can damn well get me a drink." She then turns and gives Melody and her friends an even more threatening look, something Carly and Maria would do. But she doesn't care about her behavior. As of tonight, Anya is done with being pushed around, treated cruelly and made to feel less-than human.
"Geez, I was only joking. Simmer down, I'll get you one," he says, visibly taken aback by her sudden outburst.
But Anya can still detect the resentful look in his eyes. She narrows her eyes into slits.
"Don't lie to me! Oh, and since you like booze so much, you can drink the rest of this." She shoves the quarter-empty bottle at him, giving him no choice but to take it.
By now, everyone in the room is looking at her, wide-eyed.
CHAPTER 15
Maria quenches the simmering coals of her third cigarette butt against the surface of the ashtray. Her head is clearer and she feels much more relaxed, something she hasn't experienced since she came here to Canada. Much to her delight, Jose sits close beside her and listens to her rant about uptight parents and Anya's apathy.
"Well, Anya never wore anything revealing in front of people before, so the fact that she is now shows me that she's finally coming out of her shell." He squares his shoulders, then turns to look at her as if he has just remembered something. "That was quite gutsy of her to do what she did to Patrick in that skit a few days ago."
Maria keeps her eyes locked on his. She can tell by the way he had spoken those words, he is filled with admiration for Anya, but it is all for the wrong reasons. And it is not even genuine. Maria begins to feel guilty for what she has done to Anya and for what she is about to do to her. She has grown quite fond of her. Anya is a wonderfully unique individual who has an ardent drive to
Similar Books
