Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

Blazing Emotions

Great! She thought. Absolutely great! It's the first party I've been to in ages and a killer has to come into it! I'll just call the police? They can help me catch him! I have to, for Sam.

She got out of the message and dialled 000, praying for them to answer although she knew they always did. Time seemed to move slowly, she downed most of her drink waiting a few rings for the receptionist to answer the phone.

“Don't even think about it.” A gruff, older sounding man's voice grunted on the other end of the line, so terrifying and threatening she dropped her phone to the ground. She paced around the room, wondering what to do. She couldn't tell Beau, or any of the other boys for that matter, they would freak out. She could get them into trouble anyway, and over the space of a day she had gained so much care for them, especially Beau, that she didn't want to cause them any kind of harm. She downed her drink and toppled out of the bathroom, almost falling on top of a girl.

“I'm sorry!” She yelled.

“You should be.” The girl replied cold-hearted, strutting down the hallway. Paige made her way over to the punch bowl, where she poured her drink all the way to the brim. She gulped down most of her drink in one go.

“Paige!” Luke jumped over, hugging her. His voice slurred, and his head knocked up and down slightly when he tried to pronounce some words.

“Hi,” Paige replied, downing the rest of her drink.

“Easy!” Luke said, taking a sip of his beer. “That stuff is so strong.” He leaned in, so close his face was inches away from hers. His eyes opened wide. “I met someone!” He whispered loudly. Paige smiled, but before she could reply Luke was running after his brother to tell him the news. Paige smiled, shaking her head. Skip came over to her a few minutes later.

“We need to talk.” He told her eagerly.

“Skip, not now.” Paige moaned, dipping her cup in the punch now instead of just taking it with the large spoon. She could feel a movement shift in her legs, as if her knees locked. Skip held her arms, steadying her.

“Thank you.” She whispered, loudly though, so she could be heard over the music. He held her hands and, against her protests, he dragged her into a corner.

“That kiss.” He told her, expecting her to carry on. But she didn't. She stood there, her arms crossed, not wanting to be having this conversation. “What does that mean, for us, now?” He asked, moving closer. She slapped his hand away.

“Are you drinking this?” She asked, initiating Skip's drink. He shook his head and handed it over to her. She took a sip before continuing, trying to erase the text from her memory by drowning it with alcohol. “That kiss, was a kiss. Nothing else. A dare.” She told him.

“But I thought...”

“Skip! Please, not now... I don't want to talk about it.” She told him, pushing past him.

She felt the world go dizzy around her, as if the ground had suddenly cracked in half and she was stuck in the crevice. She hobbled over to the table of food and punch, holding onto the end of it as the world spun around, and around, and around.

“Paige!?” Frankie called from behind her. “Are you OK?”

“How many drinks did you say I could have?”

“4.” He told her. “Beau!” He shouted. “Beau Brooks!”. A fairly calm alarm was spread, everyone was looking out in case somebody found him.

“I'm fine, Frankie. I'm fine.”

“Paige!” Beau's voice shouted to her. “Paige, can you hear me!?”