His Angel

Chapter 4 - Smirks, Splashes and Cigarettes

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"Tiana, I'm not so sure this is a good idea," I hear Scarlett skeptically reveal from behind me as we clamber up a sand dune. Blinded by the night's blackness I trip over a reed before, thankfully, regaining my balance.

"Please do correct me if I am wrong, but were you not the one to suggest doing something in the first place, S?" I ask in between sparse pants of breath before she confirms my speculation.

"Well....yeah, but I'm not really in a going-out type of mood anymore, you know, ever since-"

"You mean ever since Cole showed up and began barking orders," Zoey mocks, speaking of today's earlier events.

"Personally, I think it's cute how your not "cowering down" to his every demand T. Admirable really," Raina comments in an effort of reassurance, although some of her words are misleading.

"Well, if I am being honest, I am not sure why I should. We barely even know each-other. He doesn't have a say in anything I do right now, nor will he in the near or far future," I firmly conclude just as we reach the top of the slope and are left to helplessly gawk at the view lying before us.
Wow.

The ocean is quiet, it's waves are low. Each motion from the intoxicated clump of teenagers creates vibrations which are reflected all around. The stars are the only observers of this union, and the gift of their light simply underlines and juxtaposes to the mass of drunken chaos.
The moon is a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of it could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upwards. Playfully, it bounces off of the sea, providing luminous speckles of glitter to rest on the water surface like fairy-dust.
The entire scenery's aroma was undeniably enticing.

"Hey...Tiana? How'd you hear about this party anyway?" Zoey questions, breaking the fallen silence, although we remain still.
Frozen in time.

"A boy in my English class told me about it. Apparently it's supposed to be a 'start of senior year' type of thing," I answer, although my response is half-hearted. I am left mesmerised by our planets artistry until Raina gently takes my hand, and drags me out of my trance towards the crowd with Scarlett and Zoey trailing loosely behind.

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If I were an onlooker, I imagine it to be near to impossible to determine what is occurring inside the herd of teenagers who are glued so tightly together, body by body.
The roaring music that drifts over their heads could give only the slightest away as they close themselves off from the rest of the disordered world.

As my eyes explore the events surrounding me, I cannot help but feel a little overwhelmed. Encircled by strangers who appear to be having the time of their life can become a little excluding to someone who is just that to them... a stranger.

Not long after our arrival, Zoey, Raina and Scarlett had each sped off in opposing directions on a previously planned mission to obtain the strongest alcoholic substance offered to them. After they had kindly invited me to participate in their search, I had graciously declined.

Left alone, I begin to scan my surroundings.

My eyes briefly sift through the enthusiastic crowd in hopes of spotting anyone who seems even vaguely familiar to me.

After ignoring the many couples, who are leeched onto their partners faces, the many people with reddened eyes who are drinking off of another's exposed body, and the dance floor that is currently mixed with arms lazily swaying in the salty air with unconscious bodies littered by their moving feet, my attention falls on a carrot-topped mop that has been pointed in the opposite direction to me.