Maudrina are invisible to the Poplarati. If I wasn’t a friend of Matt’s, Jeremy wouldn’t have known who I was, either.
“Let me walk you guys in. A cooler with drinks is out back near the pool. Speaking of the pool, you can’t go in with your clothes on. If you don’t have a bathing suit, you’ve got to go skinny.” A sly smile crossed his lips.
Fat chance I’d be taking off my clothes in front of all these boys.
“Whose house is this?” I asked as we walked.
“The house belongs to a fellow classmate who wishes to remain unanimous.”
“You mean anonymous,” chimed Maudrina. She was still annoyed.
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
I shot Maudrina a knowing look, and she smiled. “My bad.” We shared a laugh which seemed to cool her off.
Either Jeremy didn’t notice or he didn’t care. He walked us through the front door past Alonzo Briggs who was checking invitations. It really was an exclusive affair.
The home was spacious and beautifully decorated, with oversized white chaise lounges that looked custom made. Artwork was tastefully displayed on white walls. I recognized an etching by Susan Dysinger. Her originals didn’t come cheap.
There were clumps of students everywhere, laughing and roughhousing, enjoying ditch day. All of a sudden, I started feeling sorry for whoever lived here. If the Poplarati trashed the place, the student’s parents would have his hide.
Jeremy walked us into the room where the music was playing. Some of the crowd were dancing, others lounging on the comfy couches. Most of them were drinking.
“It’s my turn on the door. Enjoy yourselves,” he said before heading back to the front of the house.
“Well. Here we are.” I was still taking it all in.
“Yep.” I noticed Maudrina was looking around like a deer caught in headlights. I was experiencing the same feeling. Now that we were here, I still felt like an outsider. I was in the midst of the Poplarati, at one of the most exclusive parties of the year, and yet I was feeling like I didn’t belong. It’s one thing to feel you don’t belong, but it’s far worse to be in the midst of things, realizing you will never belong.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” Maudrina mumbled under her breath.
“Let’s dance,” Guy said, and yanked her out onto the dance floor before she could protest.
He started dancing around her as she stood motionless like a marble column. He smiled at her with his eyes, and gestured with his hands. “Please don’t embarrass me and leave me out here all alone,” he whined, making a pouty face.
She laughed, and her shoulders began to relax. After a few moments she started moving to the music, stiffly at first.
“Houston, we have lift-off,” Guy called out playfully.
Some of the partyers on the dance floor laughed.
A very cute boy said, “Yes, we do.” He danced over to Maudrina to give Guy a hand.
That’s when Maudrina really got into it, doing the Dougie with the two boys as if she did it all the time, and who knows, maybe she did, at home alone with her dogs.
A warmth came over me as if my whole body was smiling. I was proud to have a boyfriend who was so considerate as to put my friend at ease. How lucky am I?
A slow song came on. Guy looked at me across the floorwith his dreamy eyes. Without hesitation I moved into his arms.
“Thanks for cheering her up.” There was a satisfied smile on my face as Guy held me close on the dance floor. Maudrina was dancing next to us in the arms of the cute boy. Her head was on his shoulder, her eyes were closed. “But I guess saving the day is what you’re supposed to do since you’re an angel.”
“True. But I’m on vacation, so I will accept the kudos.” He pressed his hands against the small of my back. A delicious warmth radiated off him, washing over me.
“You have an answer for everything,” I said playfully. His touch left me breathless. I was trying not to let it show.
“I try.” He dipped me at