“I wish I could dance with you now, but I can't. We have to get out of here!”
And then she grabbed my arm.
She had an amazing amount of strength, and I wondered where she got it from. This afternoon, she had been lying on her bed like a piece of cheese.
“Where do you want to go?” I laughed out loud.
She stopped for a moment, looked at me, then inspected the club. Finally, she sighed and pulled me along.
“How many drinks have you had?” came out of her mouth with concern.
“Not enough!” I shouted loudly, and Bayla gave me an annoyed look over her shoulder.
“Why don't you tell me where you want to go with me?” I grumbled.
“Let's dance!” I shouted and pulled Bay toward me, who immediately tripped over my feet and slammed into a much older girl. The latter jumped back with a disdainful look. Bay apologized and looked back at me. She looked annoyed. Then she just pulled me along.
“We don't have time for this now!” She sounded annoyed.
“Don't be such a spoilsport,” I laughed, amused, although I couldn't really understand why everything was amusing me so much. Maybe I really had drunk a little too much.
“Just come with me and trust me,” she said, looking around frantically as if she was hiding from someone.
“Are we playing hide and seek?” I asked with a laugh. That had been so much fun with Mady.
“Yes, we're playing hide and seek,” Bay replied, annoyed, and suddenly we were no longer surrounded by dancing people but outside in the cold, with the autumn storm whistling around our ears.
“Let's go back inside. What do we want out here?” I whined, pulling my robe further around my waist where the wind was seeping through the thin fabric of the dress.
“Larissa, listen to me carefully.” Bayla stood directly in front of me. “You remember our trip to the DeLoughreys' forest?”
I remembered that crazy homeless guy who had been bothering us. There had been something strange about him... The memories made me start to feel a little clearer.
“I met one of those guys in there. He approached Grace and me.”
“Oh,” I said. I suddenly felt even colder as I thought about how we'd nearly escaped. “But what would a homeless guy want here in this club?”
“Larissa, it was the other one. He was talking to Adrian, and he's planning to do something with us.”
“With Adrian?” I looked at Bay with a grin. “Adrian's pretty hot, don't you think?”
The memory of Adrian made me laugh.
“Larissa! Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course,” I said quickly. “He wants to do something with us.” I thought about it. “Do you think he meant me?”
“It was about me, and probably about you too.”
“But what does Adrian want from you?” I asked, puzzled.
“I don't mean Adrian.” Bayla turned in a circle for a second. “I mean the man with the long felt coat, the slightly younger guy!”
Somehow, I couldn't keep up. And a funny picture had formed in my head.
“So does that mean we're playing hide and seek with Adrian and a homeless man with a coat?”
Bayla took a deep breath and continued, “We have to hide very far away from here now, Larissa. Somewhere, preferably at Mum's house.”
I nodded. But I still understood just as little as before.
Without hesitation, Bayla pulled me across the parking lot and the music became quieter and quieter.
“Do we have to hide so far away?” I broke away from her and hid behind a large stone at the exit of the club.
Bayla looked at me impatiently, then came to me and pulled me up. “Yes, we have to go to my place. It's better there and above all, it's safe.”
Tiredness overtook me out of nowhere. I usually lasted a long time at parties. Student life was damn exhausting...or I'd just had one drink too many.
“Alright,” I whined and put an arm around Bayla, who scooted to the side.
Bayla supported me all the way down the street through the industrial district and all the way down the main street too.
I was tired, and actually I would have liked to just lie down on the bench in front of us. But at every bench, Bay picked up speed and I didn't have a chance to even ask for a break. After what felt like hours, we turned into the street where Bayla lived. I recognized the street sign. We must have been walking for a while. And Bayla was still holding me.
“You're such a good friend, you know that?” I laughed, feeling incredibly comfortable by her side.
Bayla looked at me with a grin, although there was also a hint of concern in her gaze. Then she looked around, probably hoping that Adrian wasn't looking for us yet. And suddenly, the thought seemed far too abstract. Why would Adrian do something like that?
