Scarlet's Mate

Part Thirteen

When we were pulling up to the party my mouth practically flew open, "this is a house?" I ask in amazement. Derek chuckles but remains silent as he finds a spot to park. I can't seem to divert my eyes away from this supposed house. It's beautiful. The entire thing is white, except for some of the window trims which seem to be gold.

Derek puts the truck in park and looks over at me. His expression is serious, "Scarlet, there's still some things you don't know," he pauses, seeming unsure on how to continue, "promise me you'll be careful."

I look towards the house then back at him, "I promise."

He gets out, then comes to my side to help me out of the truck. He sets me on the ground and takes my hand, leading me towards the party. I start to feel nervous again, but as soon as we enter the house all my worries start to lessen. Instead of overthinking I'm distracted by an amazing smell. I recognize it as the same one I smelt whenever Elliot was around. This just proves, seeing as it's his house, that he was the one responsible for it.

I look around the crowd, still being dragged somewhere by Derek, and try to spot anyone familiar. It was hard to see or concentrate though. The lights were dimmed and there were flashing colors everywhere. The music was so loud I couldn't hear anything else. It didn't feel like I was just at a house party, it gave off more night club vibes if anything.

Derek finally stops at a makeshift bar at the far end of the room. He leans to the guy and orders something. A minute later he's handing me a drink. Curiously I lift the cup and take a sip. The liquid burned my throat as it went down, I couldn't tell what type of drink it was, it seemed like just straight alcohol to me.

I cough a little after my second sip and Derek laughs, he leans down to my ear and all he says is, "moonshine."

That simple word answered all my questions. I've had moonshine before but it never tasted as good as this. I realize I should take it slower but I can't help myself. I keep taking sip after sip until the cup is empty. I turn to Derek but he isn't there anymore. I look around trying to spot him when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey! You made it," Elliot seemed very happy to see me.

I smile at him, my insides are feeling warm and seeing Elliot makes it more amplified. I show him my empty cup and he laughs. He waves two fingers at the bartender and replaces my drink. I thank him and take a sip. They must've put crack in here or something because these things are addictive.

I laugh at the thought of that, Elliot tilts his head, "what's so funny?"

I was going to say nothing but the look Elliot was giving me seemed genuinely curious. I giggle and whisper, "I think there's crack in my drink."

I stare into my cup, trying to see if I can actually spot the drugs. I know I thought it, then said it, as a joke but I couldn't help but check. Elliot laughs at me then bends down so I can hear him better, "would you like to maybe go somewhere a little more private?"

My face must've shown exactly what I was thinking because he immediately added, "just to talk, it might be easier to get to know one another if we could actually hear each other."

I considered what he said and nodded. He starts to lead the way. We cut through all the people dancing and got to a hall, at the end of the hall was a stairway. He starts up the stairs, his long legs propelling him at a fast speed. I hurry up trying not to be left behind. We walk down another hallway and he stops in front of a huge oak door. He gives me a smile and opens the door to reveal a room.

I step inside and look around. There's a desk, a bed, a couple dressers, a HUGE bean bag chair, and a whole lot of stuff everywhere. It seemed like everything had its own spot, yet still seemed a little messy. Unsure of what to do, I go over and sit down on the bed. Elliot closes the door and takes a seat in the chair that's in front of the desk.