Crimson Kiss

2 Frat Party

The flashing and pulsating blue and purple lights bounced around the large room, packed with teenagers. There were speakers around the room, the old grunge music filled the room and people were dancing to the beats of the music. The room itself was large, rafters hanging above and an old staircase led to the floor above. Some kids were hanging around up and down the stairs, red and blue solo cups in hand.
Fraya gripped my hand and pulled me toward a group of people huddled around a keg. When they saw her, they all rejoiced and held up their cups, screaming her name and hugging her. I hung back, looking around the room. There was a whole mix of people here. Mostly juniors and seniors but a few sophomores. I raised an eyebrow when I saw a girl no more than thirteen with a red solo cup in her hand. I shook my head, wondering where her parents thought she was at. I turned my attention back to Fraye and she was in a deep conversation with a girl.
The girl she was talking to noticed me and nodded toward me.
"Who is the new kid you brought with you?" she asked me.
Fraye turned to face me, a smile on her face. "This is Ivy. She just moved here. She just moved in with her dad," she said.
I smiled awkwardly at the group of people around me. "Hey," I mumbled.
I was not sure I wanted to be here. I would have been fine with just staying at home tonight. The group around me seemed nice enough though. They were all taking turns introducing themselves to me. The girl who noticed me was a skinny short girl named Penny. She was dressed in a mini punk dress and fishnet stockings and a tube top with a tie dye design on it.
"Do you drink, Ivy?" Penny asked me over the loud, thumping music.
I shook my head. "Not really," I answered.
Penny nodded and turned to the table behind her. She grabbed an empty solo cup and dumped some of her drink inside. Then she handed it to me. "I don't either. Have some of mine. It's all that is left," she said. I took the cup from her and eyed it. I did not know this girl. For all I knew she could be giving me laced juice. She laughed at me.
"I wouldn't give you anything if you're not drinking, Ivy," she assured me and took a drink from her cup. I smiled and nodded and took a swig. It was plain old cranberry. I felt silly for wondering about her now. Freya would not drag me to a frat party and get me drunk on my first day in the city. Besides, my dad would ground me even before I was settled in at school.
Then again, I had every right to want to drink. The past week has been pure hell for me. I missed my mom and I wanted to go home. You are home now, silly, I tried to tell myself.
It was true. For the time being, this would be home. This would be the place that I would have to call home. I suddenly felt crowded and looked around the room. There was not much going on over at the snack table so I nodded to Freya that I would be right back. The snack table was full of snacks from chips, dips, pretzels, candys, booze, soda's and even some bottled water. I ignored the water and grabbed a fresh cup, making myself a rum and coke. I added a little more rum then I wanted to but hey, what can I say? I was having a hard time and I needed some liquid courage. Once I had my drink in hand, I turned back to face the full room, only to see a boy walking over to me. His eyes skimmed up my body and he smiled.
"I'm not sure, but have I seen you here before?" he asked me, leaning against the table.
He was tall, his dark hair pulsating in the strobing lights. I could not be sure what color his eyes were due to how dark it was, his skin however was perfectly tan. He was dressed in a leather jacket and a white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.
I was not sure how to deal with guys really. I had been so busy with school work and my own hobbies that I never really had the time for boys. I shook my head, thinking it would be best for me to just be honest.
"I doubt it,
The boy stopped and laughed at me. "Funny and cute. I like," he said, reaching past me for the alcohol. He began making two drinks. "What is your poison?"
I shook my head, holding up the drink I already had. "I'm good," I answered him.
He reached and grabbed my cup, holding it up to sniff. "Rum and coke. Weak, but if that is what you like," he shrugged. I eyed him and as he handed me back my cup. "So, where are you from?" I take my cup and watch him as he makes his drink. "California," I said.
He burst out laughing. "Wow. The sunshine state. What made you come here?"
I looked away from him, not wanting to answer. He seemed to realize that and cleared his throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pry," he said quickly.
I shrugged. "I don't like talking about it," I told him.
He nodded and I guzzled some of my drink down. "So, if you are new in town, you have to be here with someone," he said, looking around.
I nodded. "Yeah, I am here with Freya," I said, pointing over to where she stood with the group I had left her with. I watched his smile fade a little.
"What did you say your name was?" he asked me.
I shook my head. "I didn't. It's Ivy," I answered him.
He flashed me another smile. "I'm Marcus," he answered me. I hardly heard him. Something had caught my eye. A boy with dark brown hair, tall and dressed in a simple biker jacket and jeans had just walked through the door. I was not sure what had suddenly come over me. Never had I seen someone so beautiful before. His skin was tan but there was a paleness to it that seemed out of place. He seemed to glide through the room, people turning their heads to watch his pass. Dillon was still speaking to me however I could hardly hear him.