Trace

Chapter 1

All of a sudden I felt dizzy and didnt know where I was. I reached down to my pocket to feel for my phone, but panicked when felt it bare.

"Cae?!" someone screamed from across the room.

Where am I?

"Cae?!!!" the scream could easily be depicted now as Anne's voice.

I now realize my eyes are closed and I open them to find myself in my best friend's bedroom.

          "Ugh! There you are! I thought you left!" Anne said, as she walked through her door.

I guess she could easily see my confusion and starts to laugh hysterically. For some reason, I'm very angry with this.

    "What happened?" I ask, chucking a pink pillow at her face.

"Wellllll......you kinda got shitfaced and passed out last night..." she says, still wearing a sloppy grin.

     "Last night..?"

Then, she starts laughing all over again, and I can feel my temper boiling.

   "The PARTY! The party you goon!! I never thought I'd live to see the day that you broke the law! Ha! You got drunk, I'm not sure how we managed to get you like that. It was incredible. One minute, you're sitting on the couch all innocently refusing any sip of alchohol , and the next, you're downing drinks. You should have seen the grin on Harry's face wh-"

       "Harry?" I ask.

Then it hits me. I remember. Oh, yes, how could I have forgotten? The blaring music. The flashing lights. The strong, big arms that carried me up to Anne's room and gently laid me on her bed. Harry. Ah, yes. That had been his name. I had never seen him before, not until the party. I remember him walking in through the French glass doors. He seemed so mysterious, not saying a word to me until a couple of hours into the party. I had been aware of his wandering eyes, though. I noticed him watching me with those burning green eyes of his. However, when I looked at him, his eyes would flicker away and I swore I heard a deep chuckle. He soon came over to me and whispered huskily into my right ear, "Hey". For some reason, I received a chilling fear straight through me, and walked away from him. I avoided him the rest of the night until some one offered me a drink...yet again. I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to impress Harry for some reason and gulped the liquid down, gasping and choking at the burning effect.

        "He carried you up the stairs, ya kno," says Anne, proudly.

"Y-yea..I remember.." I say, looking down at my folded hands.

       "Harry likes you, Cae," Anne replies, "everyone was talking about it once he brought you up to bed. Even Ayla says so. Actually, Harry himself told me th-"

      "Nothing happened, right?" I interrupt a second time.

"I dunno.. you tell me," she wiggles her eyebrows playfully and shoves my shoulder, laughing.

     "Annnnne!!" I whine, "I'm serious!" I start laughing too.

"No, no. Nothing happened. He just carried you to bed, came down the stairs and left. Strangest thing, actually."

      "Well I don't wanna see him. Not ever again," I firmly decide, forcing myself to choke down the doubt.

    "What?! No! Cae, he LIKES YOU!"

"I don't even know him!! Who is he? Some creep, I'd say."

"Creep?? Toby told me that he had never seen Harry so calm before. Apparently he's a wild bad boy," Anne replies, wiggling her eyebrows again.

       "And who the hell is Toby?" I ask, staring into Anne's gorgeous green eyeballs.

"Oh.. uh.. you know, some guy I met last night. Friend of Harry's," she says. Her cheeks have turned a crimson red and I can tell she's trying hard not to giggle.

     "Well, well. I'm done with this conversation. I don't have time to love right now. What do you say me, you, and Ayla hang out tonight? Just the girls, yeah?" I ask her.

      "Sounds great! But there's something I think you should now, Cae. You see, Harry's just-"

And this time, it's not me that cuts Anne off, but my phone. The screen lights up as it vibrates across her night stand. I look closely, not believing what I see.

      "Harry???" I yell, looking at Anne for an explanation. "He put his number in MY PHONE???"

"Yea... that's part of what I was gonna say..."

      I ignore the call and let it go to voicemail. Not only five minutes go by when we hear a crash from the kitchen window.