.: I Want To Kiss Or Kill My Beloved Enemy [Theon] :. Info

Guest chapter written by Makenzie

Farrah’s POV

The New Years’ Eve party at The Whiskey had started. People were arriving in addition to the usuals who were always there. I sat waiting in a black interior booth in the corner with Vivian by my side, looking off into the distance somewhere. He had barely said one word all evening, which wasn’t usually like Vivian. Since Vivian and I had started seeing each other, he could never stop talking. I guess it was just the sudden change that had caught me off guard to make me think something was wrong. I looked over at him and saw him looking mindlessly into his glass of red wine.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, turning my head back to look down into my wine glass as well. I didn’t want to be looking at him when I said it. I didn’t want him thinking I was feeling insecure or even desperate to find out what was wrong with him. But he honestly had me worried at this point. I had never seen him like this before, and in all honesty, it scared me to death.

“Hm?” He said, after a few moments of not noticing I had said something to him. He had been so focused on the blood red liquor in his wine glass to even notice anything else. If King Kong had ripped the roof off of the club and picked me up, carrying me away, Vivian wouldn’t have noticed until at least five minutes later. Sometimes he was just so oblivious to everything around him.

I just rolled my eyes and got up from the booth, grabbing my wine glass and walking over towards the bar, where only a handful of people were standing and conversing with each other. It was mostly new couples that you could tell had just hooked up no less than two days ago. I sighed as I looked at them: they looked so happy and they had no idea what they were in for. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitter bitch, but now that Vivian and I had been together for a few months, things weren’t as romantic and beautiful as they used to be. I didn’t think I was ready to say that I loved him, but I knew in my heart that I did, and part of me wanted to believe that it will be that way for the rest of my life. But whom was I kidding? I was never one to be tied down. I was never the young girl who sat around planning her dream wedding. I was the girl out in the back yard, playing in the mud with the neighborhood boys. Okay, so maybe I was a little more girly than that. But you get the point.

“Well, well, well…a bit lonely aren’t we?” I heard from the oh-so-familiar voice coming from behind me. For some reason, I remembered that voice more than the voice of my own mother. Actually, she might as well be my mother. She was far better at giving advice and being a good friend to me than my mother ever was or would be. I turned and looked at the brown-haired girl who had come up to stand next to me at the bar. She was wearing a casually formal dress; a similar style that I was wearing. I had never really dressed up for New Years’ Eve before, but since there would be a lot of friends and acquaintances here, not to mention we were at an amazing club, I had decided that dressing up wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“Why is Monkey Boy sitting in the corner looking like…well… a dumb monkey?” Aiden questioned while ordering a shot of Vodka. I just glanced over at Vivian, who was still sulking in his wine in the corner of the club under the one lamp overhead. He looked pitiful, like he wasn’t enjoying himself at all. But I wasn’t going to let a sour monkey ruin my New Years’ Eve. I was going to get drunk, dance my ass off, and party until I passed out.

Aiden’s POV

“You know, I don’t really know, and, at the moment, I’m not really concerned in the least,” she said smiling at me lazily before taking another sip of her fourth glass of wine. I was actually glad that Farrah was turning against her boyfriend, even if I knew it would only last for tonight. I was glad that I would pretty much have her all to myself tonight, in the context that I’d have someone to talk to and keep me as far away from Theon as possible. I watched as Farrah had her wine glass refilled to the top. She smiled at the now filled glass and started drinking it.

“Here’s to getting wasted,” I toasted as Farrah and I clinked glasses and downed whatever content was left in our glasses. We set our glasses down and continued talking about not only how much we resented the men in our lives at the moment. It became very apparent to me that the so-called “good times” in the paradise of Vivian and Farrah seemed to be going downhill, something that I don’t even think “Theon, the Almighty” knew about because I highly doubted that he and Vivian sat around talking about Vivian’s relationship problems. And speaking of the Almighty…

Our conversation was rudely interrupted when a loud shout of excitement began coming closer towards both Farrah and myself. I turned to see Theon, Juke, Jason, Sammy, and Christian all coming towards us, shouting and carrying on like classless drunks who had surpassed the drinking limit fifty times over, and then fifty times again (with the exception of Juke). No doubt they would continue their drinking fest once the party really started up and the DJ finally started playing some decent music.

“Farrah babe!” Theon said, throwing his arms drunkenly around Farrah’s shoulders. Needless to say, Farrah looked absolutely repulsed. Theon’s drunken weight was practically dragging Farrah’s poor body onto the floor. I decided to help her out by grabbing Theon and “lightly” pushing him back onto Juke, who just barely caught the blonde monster. Theon glared back at me. So at least I knew he wasn’t out of it enough to absolutely forget that we hated each other. But the mission of glaring was quickly forgotten by Theon when, for the first time the entire night, Vivian shouted something and signaled them over by waving them in his direction.

“Guys, over here!” He shouted over the horrible music that was currently being played. I honestly couldn’t wait until some better music came on; some music that I could actually dance to anyways. Anyways, the guys said their hellos and goodbyes all in one shot before stumbling their way over to Vivian. I watched them until they sat down and then looked back to see Farrah standing with tears brimming her eyes and threatening to fall down her face. I could tell just as well as she could, that Vivian was purposefully ignoring her, or else just shunning her from his life altogether. Either way, I could tell it was really hurting her. But another part of me just wanted to smack her across the face and tell her to suck it up. I didn’t understand how girls could practically kill themselves inside over a guy ignoring them. But she was my friend, and slapping her on New Years’ Eve just seemed extremely unnecessary at the moment.

“You know what? Let him act like a little bitch,” I said, looking at Farrah as she just wiped the tears out of her eyes before they even had a chance to fall. I had never seen Farrah let a guy get to her like that. Part of me knew that this would be the last boyfriend Farrah would ever have because I knew they’d most likely end up getting married or at least stay together for the rest of their lives. “We’ll have more fun without them.” I said, putting down my drink and looking at Farrah who was still looking over at Vivian every few seconds. I sighed; this girl had fallen hard. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards the dance floor just as she set her glass down on the bar.

Just as I had pulled her onto the dance floor, the music had started getting good. I started dancing casually between the huge masses of bodies. Farrah just stood there, looking at me like I had lost my fucking mind, which, honestly, part of me did. It wasn’t often that I would just randomly start dancing. But I knew that with Farrah, once she started dancing, her mind would be as far away from Vivian as possible, which would result in the two of us having a guy-free, kick-ass New Years’ Eve. Sure, I wished that Chris was there, but a girls’ night would be fun for a change.

Eventually Farrah did start dancing, which didn’t surprise me. If there was music, and she was in any mood besides upset, she would dance. By now the place was packed but both Farrah and I were still in clear view of the booth where the guys were sitting and from the looks of it, not paying any attention to us at all. It seemed that Vivian couldn’t have cared less that Farrah was down here, dancing without him, vulnerable to any guy that wanted to dance. Some boyfriend she made him out to be. Either she was blind, or the monkey-looking guy in the booth wasn’t Vivian. But I knew it was. No one could mistake that look of confusion, and unintelligence smacked across his face.

But I knew there was one thing that he would notice. I looked around to find the closest guy to me who wasn’t already dancing. Luckily for me, he wasn’t that far out of reach and I quickly made my way over to him, leaving an oblivious Farrah dancing by herself. I tapped the lone guy on the shoulder and he turned around. He looked cuter from the back.

“Excuse me, but my friend needs someone to dance with.” I said, shifting my view over to Farrah and then back to the guy and smiled, hopefully to get a smile in return but I didn’t succeed. He just gave me an are you kidding me? look and stopped his dancing so he could actually get a few words out. “Sorry, I would but I saw her come in with that guy in the corner over there,” he said, pointing in the direction to the booth where the guys were sitting. I saw Farrah’s monkey in the very corner of the half-circle booth with rather hateful and mean look on his face. I could see where this guy was coming from. Vivian did look quite menacing. Not to mention all the black he wore. But I knew better than to be afraid of him.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him. Just a few songs. For me?” I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes a bit more than usual. I was hoping that this guy was just the average Joe, and would give in to the simplicity of a girl batting her eyelashes at him. But just to make sure he gave in, I gave him the most gorgeous smile I could. It obviously worked.

He scooted around me in the midst of the clutter of people and made his way over to Farrah. I watched as he went up to her and talked a bit. It wasn’t too long before the two of them were dancing closely. I smiled and decided to take a break as I made my way through the bodies on the dance floor, towards the booth where the two idiots and four other men were sitting. I walked up to the table and slid in next to Juke. He was apparently the only sober one so far tonight, seeing as he was the only one still being courteous. Not to mention that he was still underage in America.

“So how are you tonight?” Juke asked kindly. I smiled. Juke was always so sweet to talk to. But then my smile turned upside down. My mind went back to Chris and how I was still mad at him. If things were going the way I wanted them to, Chris wouldn’t even have existed at the moment. But if I did get my way and Chris did fall off the face of the earth, then I knew I’d eventually regret it.

“I’m doing fine. You?” I asked, making small talk with Juke, avoiding any eye contact with Theon or Vivian. I could see them out of the corner of my eye, sitting in the darker corner of the booth, contemplating back and forth. About what? I honestly couldn’t have cared less.

“I’m good,” he said. Either Juke wasn’t in the mood for talking or there was something else on his mind. But I felt that at such an event as this one, it wasn’t exactly the time to discuss anything remotely serious.

I was suddenly pulled from my conversation when I heard a rather annoying voice loudly claim which girl in the club was his. I would never be able to get that voice out of my head. It belonged to Vivian. I turned my head slightly to where he and Theon were seated only to see Vivian pointing dramatically and standing up. I followed the path of his vision and found that he was staring at Farrah, who seemed to be seductively dancing with the new friend that I had found for her. I smirked to myself and looked back at Vivian, hiding my smile, before heading back out to the dance floor.

“Wait!” I heard the command only seconds after I had begun to walk away from my little ‘posse.’ I turned back around and smiled at Vivian who still seemed to be slightly enraged at the fact that Farrah had found a new dance partner.

“Yes?” I asked, smirking at him. He just stared at me as he mouthed ‘get her.’ Was he serious? I wasn’t his dog. I didn’t obey his commands. I scoffed as I turned around and headed back to the dance floor to where Farrah was still dancing. I tapped her on the shoulder, trying to get her attention so that she’d go to the bathroom with me. I needed to get away from the immense heat coming from the pulsating bodies on the dance floor. I thought I was going to faint from the heat if I didn’t get Farrah out of there quickly. She didn’t respond to my taps so I eventually just grabbed her by the arm and pulled her through the mass.