sparks | henry creel

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(In this chapter, any italics can be viewed as Henry's perspective)

I watch her climb out of the window. Lucas is waiting at the bottom for her. Out of all of her friends, Lucas is the only one that offers his hand for her, Incase she needs it. Not Max, not even Steve. She doesn't take his hand, even though it's still offered for her. "You look really nice, H." He smiles at her. She does look nice. She's wearing a red dress that makes her look sophisticated, but shows off her beautiful figure.
"Watch it, any more words and I may have to tell Max." She jokes. She may say that now, but she knows it's all in good fashion. "Oh shush, you know she'd agree with me." He punch's her jokingly in the arm. "You ready to go?" He asks. "Yeah."

"So, how was your day?" Lucas asks as we start our journey down the street. "It wasn't very eventful. I got some chores done, took a test today that I think I did decent on, and now I'm going to a party I don't even want to go to."

"Yeah well, you'd have more fun if you drank." He murmurs. "Lucas we all know what happened last time I drank, it's not happening again." I sighed. "Yeah, well, all you gotta ask and I'll stick around you to make sure you won't do anything I wouldn't do," he shrugs.

"No, I wouldn't burden you with that. Have fun tonight. Drink. Smoke. Whatever you want to do. I'll be just fine."

"Yeah, well, could you be fine in anywhere else but a corner with the cat?" He looks over to me. "It was a cute cat." I pout. That cat had given me more attention than I've received in a long while.
"It was a sweet cat." I defend Princess. "No cats are sweet," he disagrees with me. "No, just not any of the cats you met are princess." I shiver, my legs starting to get cold. "You regret wearing that dress, don't you?" Lucas Snickers. "No, not yet. I will whenever we get there though," I began to feel anxious. "Why?" He asks, and I give him this look to let him know he already knows why.

"If Max was here she'd smack you across the face. You look great, Heather, and if anyone tries to tell you differently I'll ruin them." He grabs my hand. He truly is a good friend.

I watch them hold hands and I can't help but think I wish I was Lucas. But I ruined things. And now I'm following them like a stalker. Some would say I was psychotic for following them, but I have to make sure she's safe tonight. She should know better than to drink after what happened last time - I was also following her that time. God, I need a new hobby.

We reach Alejandro's house at 9:05. People were still pouring in, and music was blasting. It was the kind of music you'd hear on the radio, no classics. I did not belong here whatsoever. I almost turned around right there; but figured Lucas would assume the worst happened to me. We agreed to meet up in thirty minutes outside to check up on eachother. I spent the first half hour sitting on the couch, next to a akward couple who were more like sucking each others faces than kissing. I was about to go and dip my feet in the hot tub, until this boy with light blonde curly hair came up to me. "Hey," he squeezes next to me. "I've never seen you before. Did you come here with anyone?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the upper half of me, shockingly.

"Yeah, my friend Lucas."
"Oh, Sinclair. I thought he was dating that Mayfield girl, though?" He asks. Is he stupid? I thought I made it clear we were friends when I said friend.
"He is. We're just friends."
"Oh, so is Mayfield here?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"Does she know you guys are here together?"
This guy is getting on my nerves.
"Yes, like I said we're just friends." I say a little under my breath. "Oh, ok."

"And she has a name, it's Max." I cross my legs. "Yeah, I knew that. So if you're not here with anyone would you like to dance with me?" He asks. No. You're conceited and annoying.

"I'm actually supposed to meet up with Lucas soon, so no thank you." I give him a fake smile. "Oh, okay. Opportunity will still be up in a few hours, though. He smiles at me. Can he not catch a hint?

That's it. "I don't think so. You're a little too confounded for my liking." I look around the room, hoping I'd see Lucas. "Okay okay, I'm sorry. You're just, really pretty," he sighs, looking down.

"Okay, well, you could've said that instead of sounding like every man in this room. Be creative, use more sweet compliments." I throw my hands in the hair. Do men think they can reuse everything they hear, and get laid or whatever they're trying to do?

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Submissive ass.

I don't even feel bad, even though I can tell he's trying to make me feel that way. "Whatever, I have nothing else to do, Lucas is probably off getting high." I shrug, standing up. His eyes brighten and he gets in his two knees, holding out his hand. "Would you please dance with me, Heather Goodwill?" He asks.
I raise my eyebrow, taking his hand all elegantly.

Even though I'm not wearing a gown and blue slippers, I still feel like a princess right now. "Yes, I would be honored to dance with you." I smirk, and he gets back on two legs and pulls me to a empty spot on the dance floor. We start dancing to the music, which was currently a fast-paced pop song. We occasionally grab each others hands and jump on beat.

I was actually having fun.