Devil's Snare by Sruthionyx (open ebook TXT) 📗

Chapter 10- Clumsy son of a.....

Alzea and the party planned to reach the club at 9ish. She was dressed in a wine sequin beaded dress with a bomber jacket; it is so unlikely of her. But it was all about pushing the boundaries, she told herself, with no makeup but she put on her mac powder kiss in sumac. The girl loved lipsticks. She could live without food, but not without lipsticks. In one word, she looked sultry, but not cheap.

As soon as she walked out, her roommate wolf-whistled. Blake was born without a zip on her mouth. Alzea was handed out 5’ inch heels by her roommate. Looking at those, she let out a laugh, eyeing Blake. “Are you expecting me to walk in those or fall on my face? You know I am clumsy as heck and can barely walk in flats”.

“Oh!! Come on Alzi, you admitted you wanna push your boundaries, right? Wear these and feel the confidence surging through your veins,” said Blake, convincing her to wear those.

“Oh!! And Alzi and never commit the same mistake twice, unless he is hot,” she winked.

The girl budged, finally putting them on, and she felt confident. They reached the club at 9. The club was too crowded for her liking. Closed spacing made her a little nervous, not exactly claustrophobic, but nervous. Call it PTSD or past trauma. Her gut feeling showed something was going to happen, but she brushed the feeling off to the side, telling herself her anxiety made her feel this way. She promised herself that would work on her anxiousness.

They entered, and she immediately loved the ambiance; she got drunk. She had never drunk before. Matt followed her to the bar. Alzea was looking at everything curiously. This is her first time stepping into a club that too in the dress that she is wearing.

Looking at nervous Alzea, Matt squeezed her hand saying “Relax, Zea, you look like someone is going to eat you, calm down and have this, you will be fine,” said handing her a drink.

“Zea,” she smiled saying,” I liked it”. Nobody ever called me that, it’s different”, she took the drink and looked at it.

“Oh!! come on!! Drink it, you will be fine” said Matt bringing it even closer to her lips. He licked his own, looking at the glass at the edge of her lips. Alzea, unaware of his intentions, thought he was being friendly; the girl did not know what he was feeling. Matt was attractive, your basic white boy, you could call. Alzea doesn’t even know what she wants but according to her, he is her friend.

She took the drink from his hand and gulped it in one go. It burned her throat. “What is this?” she asked, coughing.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poison,” he said, handing her another glass. “Yep!! that’s exactly what a serial killer would say”. She said, looking at that drink and eyeing it suspiciously.

“It’s a tequila shot,” Matt uttered to an unwilling Alzea.

“Oh!! But I should’ve asked this before the first drink I guess”. she said, taking it in. The second drink felt better and didn’t burn her as the first did. She immediately took the lemon and squeezed it between her lips.

Matt was losing his calmness, so he moved closer to her. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are Zea”?

Alzea laughed hard, looking at him. This made her lose the lemon between her lips. “I thought I was the drunk one, not you. Why are you spewing nonsense, Lmao...?”

Matt chuckled at her playfulness. “You are delightful Zea, do you know that?”

“I call that being dumb”, Alzea interrupted him. “I like dumb,” he said.

She looked at him and said, “you like dumb?”, She looked at him and the drink “hm!! I am one drink away from catching a train to psychoville, so I would say don’t feed me more drinks and add to my psychopathy.”

Matt laughed; her quirks made her unique. “You are everything but that Zea”. She is something, he thought.

She laughed, “you do not know what I am, wait…. That sounded stupid to me. How would you know about me? We only know each other for a few days… ignore it.”

Matt chuckled; she is babbling… “Will you be my girlfriend Zea”? he asked. That made Alzea stop whatever she was doing.

She looked at him and laughed. “Bro!! are you okay? You need to go home and take a nap. Maybe that will ease your delusions.”

This is what Matt loved about her, her playfulness and willingness to say whatever she wants to without hurt to anyone around her. Drinks made her playful, she was always grounded and in control, but…..., these drinks made her let out all her inside thoughts.

“Delightful…….” she scoffed and walked away. She was drunk, trying to forget memories of her past, wanting to bury those deep in her hippocampus. She never wanted those to the surface. Those made her cry. Every single memory is a stab in her heart. Her body was swaying for the beats. She never knew drinking could feel good, so good that she did not know what was surrounding her. Maybe that’s why they say alcohol is addictive and maybe that’s why people find it difficult to come out of the addiction.

She climbed on top of the bar, throwing her jacket into the crowd, forgetting the world around her. People were cheering for her, nobody seems to care about a thing or two. It is almost like this was an entirely different planet.

‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍