The Party Where Everything Went Wrong
I don't even know where to start. Im disappointed. I have this ball of bad emotions under my solar plexus. I couldn't meet my own standards, let myself down, and one of my best friends got badly injured. It was a long night last night.
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I wanna start with summarizing the week though. From what I remember. On wednesday, my school was hosting a small halloween thing. Snow came over to my place and we improvised some toga's made of bedsheets. We walk over to Serbia's house with Raoul, then go to school with her. The halloween 'gathering' was rather bland and nothing special. However, I had quite a bit of fun. At one point we were playing musical chairs (I know right). At first Im not even in the game, then I go to talk to this guy who's in it and proceed to join. I just made it really boss. I didn't care what happened; I was walking around, greeting and hugging girls I knew; flirting and competing with Serbia; spinning on chairs. It was actually just hilarious and I eventually went out when I hit the floor. Oh and I won best last minute costume and proceeded to have a lightsaber fight with Max on the stage.
Snow, Serbia, and I manage to catch a lift home and proceed to walk around the estate for a bit. Snow sleeps over at mine. Tonight I shaved my whole face. Holy ****. MY BEARD IS GONE. The following day (and the rest of the week) people couldn't stop commenting. I was the topic of the day (I was even told so). Again, mixed opinions. I am no longer Jesus, but girls are responding better to me and I can tell I get more interest. I look a lot younger though.
On friday, Sarah and Serbia came on the door and we ended up chilling in the park. Snow and Martin showed up after a little while. We chilled there for a good hour, then we walked to Jake's down the road. On the way, we found a waveboard and I was teaching Serbia how to use it. Definitely a small peak of both friday and saturday.
At Jake's we just chilled, had a pint. The guys ordered another pint, then the girls wanted shots, and then another round. Combine that with my attempt at intermittent fasting - having eaten 2 meals - resulted in me getting fairly drunk. We had a lot of fun. The girls paid their share and left. We proceeded to have an epic walk back home. Fairly dodgy walk with high speed cars, people from the township, and high police traffic. Martin decides he needs to take a piss and starts attempting to take one while walking. I follow his example and pull my pants off. As I start jumping, they fall down and I end up sprawling on the ground. We get home and chill. Watch some of Alexander's infield stuff. Martin is getting into the game, but he's waiting till after exams, cause it's so addicting.
Saturday.
Today I did like... nothing, after they left. Organized for this guy, Suho, to buy booze for me cause I was too lazy. I spent an hour or so by the pool, just chilling hardcore. Ended up getting so turned on by myself that I jerked off. There's nothing quite like public masturbation. Let this be where I started disappointing myself today. I chatted with Raoul and had him and China come over briefly before they went for lunch. ERRRMAGERD she's so beautiful. Don't get me wrong, I love Raoul and I can't blame anyone but myself for not taking action earlier. Like today. Today was gonna be my night.
I call up max and meet up with them and recieve the booze. Instead of 2-3 bottles of cheap spirits I get 1 bottle of almost R200 tequila. Prokop shows up and we ride Max's bike to the village where Raoul is having lunch. Chill with them for a bit. Talk to a guard, whom comments "Ooohh dat ass" when he sees China. We told him we could hook him up. We buy cigs for Sarah (I still need the money) and head back.
I'll fast forward. We're chilling at my place. Drinks are put on the table outside. Serbia shows up, Martin and Snow show up with 2 random girls, one whom I turned out to know from somewhere. Brian shows up, Josh and his GF, Matthew, Hillary and Adri, then finally Lars. By this time the 2 girls had left already. Come to my house, take my drinks, eat my strawberries, leave, and they didnt even suck my ****? *****s.
It was a lot of fun though at this time. Prokop, brian, Serbia, and I had been upstairs several times and taken tequila shots from racecar shot glasses and I was jamming with Brian and Prokop. Serbia was acting hard to get and was talking to everyone BUT me. This is new for me. It's really hard for me to take such a risk without much reassurance.
As Lars shows up, Martin and I greet him outside. As we're about to walk in, I see Snow pull Sarah upstairs. I tell the guys to just not turn around and wait for a bit. Wingman, represent!
At this point I just knew that I had to do something. Serbia had even been downing tequila while looking me dead in the eye. WHY WAS I BEING SUCH A *****.
I spend some time cleaning up with Lars. Snow comes down and talks to me about how "this report will be so hectic." Haha, if he only knew. Earlier in the night I'd warned him that he knows he doesn't want to drink much.
Fast forward and Sarah has puked on the balcony. Snow chills with her while I walk back and forth from my bathroom to the balcony with water. While this is happening, Hillary and Serbia are chilling in my bed and Adri is on the side. This is where I get pissed off. I hear them talking as I walk back and forth. "Why isn't he here?" "He's out smoking" ... "Do you think he likes me?" "*Something about Daan*" ****it. Daan. Of course. How could I ever be better. There's no way she'll be mine. I furiously throw the water while fighting every urge to break anything in my sight. Insecurity and ego at its best.
I have a chat with Lars while we're throwing away all the empty bottles. I tell him in not angry because Sarah threw up, neither because Brian is being an ******* and destroying stuff; I like Serbia and she likes someone else. We're back in middle school again.
I chill with Sarah and Tyler on the balcony. We get up to pee off the balcony and I punch the concrete with brute force. Downstairs again I talk to Martin. He reminds me of how she was really into me last night. He tries to convince me to jump in the pool with him as Serbia and Hillary jump in the pool. Oh god her body. I wanna stay in my ****ty mood. I wanna feel sorry for myself; the girl isn't mine and Brian is causing ****. Hosting is stressful. However, I realize, however briefly, that I really cannot do this to myself. I strip down to my white boxes and jump in the pool with Martin. 5 more people join in. It's warm, it's exciting, it's fun.
We all run up to the balcony to jump again. Snow is taking care of Sarah, but I convince him that he can join us and she'll be alright. She gives the "ok" and I put on another pair, some silk boxes brah, and join him.
As I get into the house again, the bell rings, and Max arrives, cause he's staying the night at mine. I greet him with a smile and we head inside...
I get up tthe stairs to reach the balcony and Hillary sprints past me, "SNOW!" She's dead serious. My eyes are tearing up right now, i don't know why. I say to myself, or maybe even scream, "NO. This can't be happening. Not to my Snow!!!" ****. I run through my room and get over the fence. He's in the pool, people are starting to gather. I don't even hesitate to jump. SNOW!!! We get him to the side of the pool. His eye is bleeding heavily. There's blood everywhere. People are freaking out and are just imposing their emotions on everyone. I need to get things sorted. I command Lars to maintain control downstairs while I get medical stuff upstairs. I get people to get paper towels as I rush to break into my mother's room. As I'm on the balcony, I spot these guys skating outside, spectating. I yell at them to have them go the **** away. Sarah has a first aid kit she says. She never finds it. Snow apparently needs to get into a shower, CANT THESE PEOPLE THINK?? I rrush downstairs and meet them in the stairs. Lars is ignoring me cause he thought I gave him control. I start yelling in order to have them listen to me. When I yell, people know it's ****ing serious. Snow is a rational guy and he knows me; he can trust me. The only shower upstairs is locked. While trying to minimize blood stains, I get him up to the guest room bathroom. Prokop and Brian and others are locked away becaause they're just drunk.
As Snow sees himself in the mirror, he panics and freaks out. Imagine the scene. You can see his skull, his face is full of blood, his hands, chest; blood is dripping on the concrete floor and Im holding around him, also becoming increasingly bloody. He had attempted a flip from the balcony, hit the far edge and split his eyebrow.The various few of us that can handle the situation I order around to take care of various things. We conclude that the ambulance can be avoided and Martin calls his parents, who know what they're doing. Sarah comes and help take care of Snow. Snow is freaking out and begs to go to the front gate, have a shower, have fresh air. He swears he will pass out. I don't have the heart to hold him back; he's like my best friend and he knows what he's doing. However Sarah and Lars knew not to, and kept him in the bathroom, which was for the best.
I go downstairs and have people be productive: clean the blood from the house, wash up, organize, make the house look respectable, and DONT ****ING TALK TO ME. I was getting extremely annoyed with Adri and hillary as they were panicing and trying to solve the situation. "YOU NEED STITCHES!!" Well ain't that ****ing logical? You wanna do it? Huh? Let's fix things in the correct order. Parents got called and my mom will probably find out sometime.