Upset, I got dressed quickly and left the apartment myself. I don't want him to drive me, I'll get there myself.
All-day long, sitting in the apartment, I analyzed yesterday and this morning. Well, where did it go wrong?
- You have to go and buy wine or beer. I should relax a little bit.
After setting a goal, I went to the supermarket, hoping to quickly buy what I needed and return home.
- Oh, an angel! - exclaimed Alex, a friend of mine from the race. He punched me on the head, looking into my basket. - How are you? Who are you getting alcohol for?
- Hi, Alex. Your dreadlocks are still amazing. I'm dialing for myself," I snorted.
- Ooh, someone's going to get drunk and have fun. So what are we supposed to do alone at home? Come with me to the club! There is a pool party there today. You will like it, angel!
His invitation was very tempting. Maybe, really, to go? There is no Artem anyway.
- Okay. What time?
- At ten o'clock in the evening, we start until late at night.
- See you there!
I bought beer after all. And before I left, I drank a can of courage.
At eleven, I was at the club. I didn't see Alex, but I recognized some of the visitors. A lot of people went to Sacred University. It was very noisy here. All the balconies were busy, so I went to the bar.
- What will you have?
- A beer mug, unfiltered.
When I got my glass and danced, I went around the hall. The music was great here, it was impossible to resist. And that's why I left the glass and went dancing.
A little later, I noticed Alex around, trying to tell me something. I stopped and looked at him, but I noticed Artem in the background and stopped breathing.
He was beautiful, all black, with his hair on his side, and a mischievous smile on his lips. But it was directed at the burning brunette sitting on his lap. She laughed, tilting her head back, and he pressed against her neck, whispering something in her ear, and she nodded something and turned her head to kiss him. His hand was on her waist, and the girl clung to his hair with one hand.
As is often the case with stupid melodrama, the unfaithful groom notices that the deceived bride caught him in the act of betrayal. And today I played the role of a bride. It feels like my heart fell out of my chest, broke and became empty.
Artyom noticed me, broke away from the girl, and all I had to do was smile at him. I turned my back, biting my trembling lips. He just kissed her. I can't react like that, can I? Just a kiss, that's all. Pfft.
But why does it hurt so much?
Someone pulled my elbow hard and dragged me out. What the hell? Stepan?
- Let's go out and talk - I didn't like Stephen's look. But I couldn't rip my arm out anymore, so he held it so tightly. He dragged me into the backyard of the club, where we were the only ones.
- Let go of me! You jerk! It hurt me! What do you want? - was twitching, trying to increase the distance between us. I was afraid of him. I was always afraid. He was the most unpredictable in Artem's gang. He could have easily snapped and beat somebody up. Sometimes when Artyom and I ran into him, Stepa got angry looking at me. Artyom would calmly extinguish his flashes and Stepa could never go against him. And I was hiding behind Artem because I didn't have anyone stronger than him.
- Did it hurt? Oh, it didn't hurt at all to show what pain was? - He kicks me in the stomach and I fall grabbing the spot where he hit me. I cough, try to get my breath back, and I'm afraid he's just going to kill me here. I was too weak.
"That's why Artyom doesn't love you. You're a sorry crybaby, weakling," he whispered his inner voice and was right as always. Who needs me like this?
Stepa kept walking around me like a jackal over a dying victim.
- Does it hurt so much, girl? How you piss me off. And your brother always looks down on me. Cocksuckers are miserable! Faggots! Walk all the time with your nose high as if I were garbage, not you. Do some giveaways dare to look at me like I'm dirty? You?!
- I see you're having a lot of fun here, Stepan. - Artyom. He kicked him so hard, Stepan fell to the ground, but a minute later, he got up and pulled over him, waving at him. Artyom grabbed Stephen's hand, put her behind his back, and kicked her under the ass again. Stepan rose from the ground again, wiping the blood from his nose.
- Yeah, here comes the second main character. What, did the girl come to save his life?
- Get the fuck out of here, now.
- Look what he did to you, Artem! That fucking faggot! He ruined your life! You walk around with that thing, you drive like a girl on a bike! It's so disgusting. And you! Artyom Ristalov! He became the same. You freaks make me sick.
- Did he say everything? - Artyom asked with an icy tone. He came up to Stepan, who looked down, nervously clenching his fists. Artyom grabbed him by the gate of his shirt, pulling on himself. - Now listen to me, Stepan. I'm giving you a week to get your papers out of the university and keep them out of my sight. Today was the last day I covered up your dirty drug carcass. I will personally tell your father about all your shit. Did I make myself clear to you? There was nothing to get out of my hole. Dismissed, scum.