Cold Blue Eyes

Chapter 3: Party

Me and River have been hanging out and stuff. It's pretty cool, I guess. I mean, she's pretty cool. There's a junk yard not far from the school. We chill there a lot. We all do, actually, but me and River tend to break off from the group and we go there together without them a lot. Usually we rummage around, chicking stuff out, or else just take a nice walk in in the fresh winter air.

River and I are starting to talk a lot.. It's nice...

"Hey look," she says, holding up an old clock.

"Time is irrelevant," I state.

"But is it really?" she wonders. "What would we do without time?"

"Be less hurried."

"But we'd never know when to arrive at meetings or anything."

"Exactly."

 She giggles. "You're funny. Time is not irrelevant, you know. We live short lives and never know when our time of death will come, so we should use our time in this earth to live life to the fullest."

"Are you satisfied with your life?"

"Yes."

"So if you were to die today, you would have no regrets?"

River's grey eyes gaze off into the distance, as if reaching out for something unknown, something beyond her reach. "You know," she responds after much concentration, "There are so many things I wish I could go back and change."

I say nothing. We walk through the dirt between the stacks of metal junk while a cool peaceful breeze flows softly against my skin.

"What about you?" River's angelic voice cuts the silence. "Are you satisfied with your life?"

This makes me uncomfortable. I don't like talking about myself much, but I decide to answer anyway. "No." Reluctantly, I elaborate. "There are too many things I don't understand."

"Like what?"

I turn and my stare pierces her eyes. "Myself."

She gawks at me with a loss for words.

At lunch, Harley declares, "Hey, we should all go to Shane's party."

I don't know Shane, but he is extremely popular. Everyone says they're going, but I don't feel like it. Hell, I'd rather see faceless creatures in dark cloaks, but since I've been going to school, I haven't seen weird stuff for months... My parents think my problems are solved... I don't get it...

"You should come to the party, George," Amber tells me. I have finally learned the names of everyone at my table. Amber has tan skin with freckles dotting her face, large breasts, gleaming chocolate eyes, and silky bronze hair that falls down her back.

 "No," I say.

"Come on, man," Charlie puts in. "You've gotta come. You never come to parties with us."

"No." Charlie bothers me.

 "Oh, come on," Amber responds. "You've gotta come. You never come to parties with us. I'll be there." She smiles revealing beautiful pearly whites, and her playful eyes seem to sparkle.

"Alright, for you," I express with a laugh. But I regret saying that. I really don't wanna go. Oh well, it's just one party.

Friday night comes along. Harley picks me up. His car is packed with people; I feel like I'm suffocating. I hate this. Already nerves twist up my stomach, so now I feel like I'm gonna puke. Great.

We arrive at a large mansion with ashen pillars towering in front front of it; I can see neon lights beaming through the windows. 

Inside, we head to the basement. There is a marble countertop with chairs lined up against it. Wooden flooring merges with fluffy achromic carpet. Music blasts with the base booming while people dance and drink.