Black coat

(Rhea)

A few seconds turned into a solid minute, and we both stared at each other like we'd already met. Before I reacted, the figure standing behind me snapped the contact between our hands (mine and Thomas').

I flinched and looked at Marcus' face, which was glowing red in the dark atmosphere. He was scowling at the guy who helped me stand, rather than me.

Something's steamy going to happen is what I missed.

A solid minute rolled by their staring competition until Thomas broke the silence, "What a shame, you have wore nothing to your assh*le style!"

Potato fry???!!

My senior smiled noxiously and muttered back, "I just stopped being like you tonight."

"Nice try!" Thomas held his hand to Marcus for a shake. I am sure he's going to dodge it!

Marcus smirked at him, like Thomas was worth nothing. 

"Nice try!" he told it back without falling for the trap.

What the hell is going on?

Thomas dropped his hand thoughtfully, chuckling to himself, and his sharp eyes fell on me.

Shit!

All the music around me gushed into my ears now, and I revived my senses. It felt like I'd been standing between a volcano and lightning.

"I never thought I'd see you with a sober like her. You would always be roaming with drunken lasses to confuse who is the slut amongst you." Thomas politely pricked Marcus' temper.

"Think about me," Marcus said, stepping a foot extra. "Neither did I think you would be alive, but you are."

Did he have everyone around him as a rival?

Both were continuously bombarding each other with insults. I swear to God that I must have listened to Laila in this case. 

At least I would not have wasted my makeup for this party to see such barking dogs like them.

"Cool night and expensive drinks in hand; won't that get spoiled after I see you?" Thomas lifted the fat glass in his hands and narrowed his eyes upon Marcus. 

His eyes hid a verge of rage, and I wonder why. 

There was plenty of innocence left in his voice, while everything else had already turned redder.

"Surely, it should have spoiled." Marcus nodded to himself, snatched the glass from Thomas, and drank the content in one go! 

Thomas gasped at the guy who magically drank the liquor with half a gulp. Still, I wonder: What's the use of standing here?

"Acting like the guy you are, huh?" Thomas exclaimed.

"What's the point of talking now?" My tiny voice, which I think never reached them, caught Marcus' attention, and he firmly gripped my arm, pulling me behind him.

I didn't see Thomas grazing his eyes over my body that I was pulled behind.

"Whoa! Don't worry, I won't touch her without her permission, unlike you." Thomas talked like Marcus was his brother. 

It reminded me that my senior will never ask permission from anyone.

All the guys are just lusty and lewd, nothing more. It was simply proven.

My grip on Marcus' arm was gone as I stepped away from him a bit. My chest was high with a gross feeling, and I hated to be there. 

My absence with Marcus flipped the wrong switch, it seems.

"Hold your tongue, bastard!" Marcus pushed the guy who played guitar and spoke well. He jerked a bit but did not move a mere inch. 

Wolves are going to fight in the club house...

"You must have thought before you touched what's mine!" Cutting the air, Thomas placed a smack over Marcus' erotic face, and he flung to one side.

I backed up several steps without concern. 

"You know I didn't do that!!" Marcus, on the other side, came back with double force and hit Thomas with his animalistic hand.

None of the things they blamed made sense, and they were striking each other like fighting pros.

I yelped at the knock of the bones I heard. That sounded awful. 

With a racing heart, I looked around to see a lot of people gathered around us, filming the free-fight of two untameable wolves. 

Those noises of brutal punches they gave each other were dominating their groans.

Popping veins were visible when Thomas yanked Marcus' shirt and pushed his knee forward at his tummy. And I closed my eyes in terror. 

A huge audience gasped and cheered at the same time, while screwing us with flashlights from their mobile.

Marcus swore his soul off, making my ears bleed, about Thomas before slamming a steel tray over his head. 

Both of the men tangled with each other on the floor. One banging and the other giving it back.

My heart sank between my lungs as I found myself as the reason they met tonight in here.

The sweat in the overall place was occupied in one spot, it seemed. 

Noises of grunts and skin crashing over skin were spreading chills. 

I rubbed my arm tightly and blared at the guys to stop the non-sense. But they left us to watch alone. 

Frick!! Neither did the filming crowd disperse when I pleaded.

"WILL YOU GUYS STOP IT?! Everyone is watching!" I tried to pull back any one of them, but I halted my way as someone stepped in between. 

Nathan!

In one second, a pin-drop silence drew everyone's attention when Nathan blocked the fight by pulling Marcus away. 

"Did you lose your brain or what?" he furiously shouted.

Thomas stood up slowly, and I saw another face of his; it was damaged a bit. 

He was red like a hickey, but everything on his face was due to the blow my senior gave him. 

I didn't gulp a single time as my throat went dry after seeing the heat fight.

Marcus looked well and good, except for the messy hair and infuriating eyes. His shirt was spoiled and appeared creased. 

The aftermath of their fight looked really evil. Evil is an understatement, actually. 

It took them a long time to leave the intense eye stare they were keeping on each other.

If a pigeon crosses between them, ashes will be its destiny.

Marcus muttered something to Nathan, and he replied back, "Shut up your lame mouth first!"

My senior cut his face against him and finds himself in the midst of the howling crowd. 

Finally, he snared the obvious thing, isn't it? 

His jaw was tight, and he could mash anything on the way to it. The blood on his face settled silently, just like their fight.

"What are you doing here?" Nathan flipped Marcus to face him and tapped his chest like an authority figure. But he was not convinced to talk about it.

Thomas stuck his tongue out in a mocking way and chortled at Marcus wickedly. 

He pointed his eyes and gestured that it was on him before walking away with his weight over one leg. 

It was the fight that caused him to walk like that, or he's drunk; I have no clue.

One last time, Marcus looked at Thomas with a murderous glare before turning it to his best friend, who blocked the hose pipe before it ever blasted. 

Their eyes were saying something rebellious and deadly. I am not thinking about that; otherwise, I would be threatened by them even more.

I looked at my arm, which Marcus yanked twice, and a ring of rich-red patch blinked at me. Crap! This is hurting. 

What else is he capable of?

"Why did he come here?" Marcus grunted every word slowly, like it was poison to even hear.

"You lost your brain, didn't you?" Nathan adjusts Marcus' shirt and adds, "It's his home."

What the hug?

I never questioned my ears, but now I've re-checked whether I heard that right. 

Is it Thomas' party? I mean, is it a home in the first place?

My forehead had already fainted. I raked my eyes around the golden chandeliers and high ceilings. 

It took me a minute to look around 360 degrees. 

Thomas would probably be cursing himself for having a bad day and going to sleep on his bed full of thousand-dollar bills, wouldn't he?

I snapped back to reality when I heard Marcus say, "That's the shit I was saying before. This is his party! And I better stay at home for all costs."

He almost yelled at Nathan and took his hand off his grip in utter annoyance. 

"Really! Why didn't you and your sass hang around your home, dude?"

Oh, that's a good point; I wanted to know too.

"Go ask the fucker who dragged me here." Marcus turns his back to us and tries to recall the thought. 

What fucker?

"Who? Trevor?" Nathan could only grin at his friend rather than make him cool. 

Marcus didn't say anything for that, and it meant yes. 

Nathan burst into laughter, holding Marcus by his shoulder, and I just stood like a post near them. 

An advertising post that says, 'I can stare at whatever is going on...'

Crazy, hilarious, naughty, and unbelievable are what these friends are.

"Trevor... Hahaha! Where is he?" Nathan seemed to be not stopping in this lifetime. 

"Do not remind him of me!" Marcus sulked so much.

Whenever he gets infuriated, he forgets to use those contractions of words.

"Come on, man, tell me!" Nathan prodded his brooding friend's shoulder, and she opened up.

"Who knows?", Marcus lost eye contact and relaxed his hands a bit. 

"That bastard said he'd be by my side till this sh*t ends before disappearing like anything. Traitor!"

He places his hands over his hips and looks around, like trying to see if Trevor is there. I scrutinize all the ways he inspects with his eyes. None!

Nathan calmed himself down and spoke, "Did you lose him?"

"Nope. I am lost. He told me to wait here and went somewhere. It would probably be because of the girl he was eyeing from the beginning of the day. What's her name again? Leena or Luna, whatever!"

Lord of hell!

"You mean Laila?!" I beamed in between.

"Oh! That's that. Laila." He spoke without an interest, "Who hates black and calls him Driver. Drinks rose milk, hates baby girls, and all. She's that girl who he's crazy about right now."

"Hates black? Who said?" I slapped my mouth with my palm.

"Laila herself told." Marcus tells me, passing me a strange glance, but that wasn't bothering me.

That mentally distorted guy? My lost Laila! Argh. Sounds eerie.

"Laila means the friend of Rhea?" Nathan scratches his head without getting the hint, asks Marcus.

"Is it?" Marcus turns to me.

"Cousin. Not friend!!"

"Cousin, huh? How come you do not know her favorite color, dumbo?" Marcus tries to write a report on that.

Sharks need to eat these idiots!

"Will you stop talking?" I push him with an unwanted glare, but he stiffly accepts it.

Something is off the pitch. I need to hurry up.

But where is she? How is she?

"What's wrong with talking?" Nathan asks me. 

"Give me a space to think, guys!" I pleaded.

"Think about what?"

"I lost Laila!" I slapped my forehead.

"We lost Trevor!" Nathan speaks innocently.

Brats are far better than these guys.

"Do you have any idea what you said right now?" I shake Nathan, and he blinks at me and dreamily replies. "Yes, I think."

He think?

Damn, he's drunk!

"Can you tell your friend what I am talking about?" I look at Marcus desperately, and he acts like the asshole Thomas once said.

"Why should I tell him?" and turns his face.

He's drunk, too.

"Guys, are you okay?" I patted both of them, and they spared me a glance and a smile.

They are not okay.

Releasing a soft sigh, "We lost Laila and Trevor. Which is not the right thing to know."

"What are we going to do about it? Forget that?" Nathan asks us.

"We need to find them, idiot!!" I twirl around, trying to bring back my patience.

"I am not in it." Marcus withdraws himself before we decide what to do. 

He sits on the chair beside us and sulks again.

"Are you serious? If we leave them alone, there's no way this night ends without a sin. Get up; we need to find them!"

"After what he did to me? There's no way I'm going after him. Let him fuck off himself." Marcus spat in one breath and began drinking. 

My half-gone face looks at Nathan.

"Will you come with me? To find my cousin?" I ask him with puppy eyes, ignoring my hot senior, who ignored my proposition.

"No way, Rio. I am going to look after them, and you are staying here." Nathan tells me a different plan. 

"Look at your ruined pretty dress. You need to change first. Along with that, there are plenty of gangers there (points to a gang of boys). So you better sit here quietly until I fetch your cousin. Okay?"

He placed his hands on my shoulder, and I didn't know when I nodded. 

The drunken face of his was a mistake to admire; he must be devoured.

"Messy," he calls Marcus like that, and he turns towards Nathan and asks, "Where is your coat?"

"In the car." Marcus pulls the glass away from his sexy lips.

What am I thinking? This is forbidden; sighting both of them at the same time.

"Car keys?" Nathan says it loudly.

I hate my mind. I barely noticed when Marcus threw his car keys at Nathan. 

He pulled me along with him somewhere. I am changing hands like a drug exchange between smugglers.

Then a wooden door appeared in front of me. 

Nathan pushed me inside and whispered between the chinks, "I'll be back in a minute, Rio. Stay inside."

He smiled cheekily before running an errand. 

I pressed my back against the closed door behind me and sighed, looking at my dirty dress. 

What else this day could turn worse.

The smell of the champagne that spilled over me from Thomas' glass became unbearable. 

I swooned around before falling on the white mattress, which was on a cot. Before I realized it, I heard a knock on the door.

God wants me not to sleep, huh?

I sharply opened it and saw Nathan coming inside. I don't blame him, though.

"Here," Nathan says, showing me a black coat. "Wear this for the time being."

He tosses it on the bed and walks away.

Excuse me?

"Nath!"

He gives his one-sided glance to me and says, "Hmm?"

"How can I wear a coat alone? That's silly!" I take the coat in my hand and see the material closely.

He simply smiles at me and says, "Why not, Rio? That would be longer than what you are wearing now."

Nathan threw a blatant look at the dress where it ends and scrambled out of the lonely big room.

Seriously?

I lower my head to see my thighs, which were crimson by the coldness of the room, unlike outside, and realize. It is short, actually.

Within a blur, I found myself fastening the buttons of the giant coat to hide my assets. The black coat lasted till my knee and smelled like Marcus. 

Of course, it is his. 

I made a face in the mirror and adjusted my hair around my shoulder. Okay, good to go!

Rolling the sleeve up, which was hiding my knuckles, I walked out to see Nathan leaning by the door. 

He almost fell behind, as he lost his balance when I opened the door.

"Sorry! I wasn't aware that you were here." I tugged the hem of the coat lower and hardly faced Nathan. Am I blushing?

The dress was awkward, that's it!

Nathan seemed focused on something else. His eyes were daring over my breast, whose cleavage was almost, very almost visible. 

"What is this?" His fingers drew closer to my neck, and I moved backward. But he touched the neckpiece I wore.

Shame! He was watching the pendant of mine.

"Oh, this?" I take it in my hand and say, "My mom gave me this!"

For once, I lost my breath, thinking he might touch me elsewhere than the pendant, which had a diamond on it. 

I shoved the thought away when I heard him say, "That's pretty."

"Come with me..." he pulls me again, and my face loses its color to see myself back in the same place.

"Stay here until I find your cousin and Trevor, okay?" he pushes me gently on a seat.

My heart skipped a beat as I sat beside Marcus. He didn't realize that I came back, too, with his coat on and nothing else on me!

I stuck my knees together and kept my head dropped. 

I could feel the muscle rearrangement of Marcus when he threw himself a glass of beer and dabbed it over the counter, and I shuddered at the noise of it.

"Messy, I'll go for Trevor." Nathan tells my senior without knowing what's going on in my heart or his mind.

Marcus partially turns to me and flinches. Then he gave me his full look. 

He almost spit the beer out of his mouth. 

"Is this why you asked for my car key?" he scolded his friend rebukely, which was raging my senses.

I swiftly lift my head at him with knitted brows.

So, he doesn't have the heart to help anyone in need? What a burger is he?

"Hello! I would not steal your fricking coat, so don't worry about it." I made a face like he always does while sulking.

Marcus silently gapes at me and his coat on me for a while, then sighs, "I would rather let anyone steal it!"

What did this mother-fryer say?

"Will you give space for politeness while you speak? Your arrogance is choking it!" I thump the counter, and his glass of beer vibrates. Shit!

"Uh, sorry about that!" I correct the position of the glass as he passes me a deadly glare, which I don't want to see.

Nathan came between the dialogue again and said, "Messy, just for a night. It was me who lent it; you have no say in it."

Marcus totally gave no fuck for me after that. "What do you want me to do now?"

Every word he said contained ignorance, which I hated.

"Just keep her next to you and look after her while I'm gone for our playboy friend, okay?" Nathan tries to take a step but halts as Marcus calls him again.

"And what do I get for that?" He was talking like a salesman while spinning the glass of liquor.

"For what?" Nathan turned stupider.

"For looking after your girl friend..."

"What do you want?"

"Anything you offer during the practical test!"

"Fine. I'll help you with it tomorrow. Now look after her, deal?"

"That's my Naddy, deal!"

These drunken lads! You would rot in hell, I swear.

Nathan pressed my sweating hands and parted ways as soon as Marcus said, 'Deal'.

And I am sitting with Mr. Disturbance, who is not even sparing a glare. 

I was fidgeting with my fingers and killing the time beside him, who was making me nervous as each second passed.

Meanwhile, I yawned like I was craving a bed to fall on. 

Right next to me, the noise of glass thudding over the counter several times was only talking with me until I heard him say,

"Do you want to sleep?"

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