Beyond Boundaries

Chapter Eleven

Random motivation..

You guys, I realized that.. that I lie a lot. Like if you check the top five liars in the whole world, I've got to be there bc why do I keep telling y'all I'm going to update early and I never do?

But in my defense, it's always already written in my head, I just have trouble writing it out.

Update: I rarely lie anymore.. The Holy Spirit has arrested me 😌 (sprinkles Holy water)

LEILANI

  If I was being honest, the last place I wanted to be was here. At this damn party. But almost all my cousins were here and I didn't want to feel alone in their mansion of a home.

  The Hovers party was simply a gathering at one of the neighbors were there was music, food and everyone rode on hoverboards hence birthing the name.

  The name was childish but we were children then so it kinda stuck. I'd attended the first time I was here but it had changed so much ever since. For instance, there was less hovering, more music, more food and much more alcohol.

  I guess, if I had a date, I wouldn't want to look stupid by falling from a hoverboard so I'd avoid it altogether.

  But unlike almost everyone here, I don't have a date and I've been trying not to think about it but I find myself searching for a certain dark skinned guy as I make my way through the party.

  Unfortunately, he wasn't here.

  I've searched more than a dozen times now and there still isn't any sign of him. It's not like he has a reason to come by in the first place yet it hurt that he isn't here right now since we were both each other's dates to the first one I attended.

  Plus, “With you” by Khaid was booming from the speakers and it wasn't really helping.

  "Looking for me?" I'm suddenly accosted by a flash of white and blue on my way to get a hoverboard.

  "Travis" I groan, unable to summon my earlier anger towards him. I'm exhausted from all the emotions I've processed this week.

  He grins, hands raised in mock surrender, "I know you're probably mad at me.." he begins but is cut short when I slam my fist against his face.

  Oh, there's the anger.

  Blood comes trickling out from the side of his lip and I immediately withdraw my hand.

  Did I do that?

  I examine my fist and wince at the smear of blood. I may have done that.

  He runs a finger over the blood, wiping it away, "That hurt." he makes a face, "I take it that you are still mad at me."

  I roll my eyes, willing myself not to offer an apology because I might be infact sorry about the blood but definitely not about the punch. If anything, I wanted to do it again.

"What does it look like?" I fake a smile, "Also I take it you didn't come with your car?" I was still proud of the stunt I had pulled with his keys.

  His eyes glint with a spark of amusement, "I actually did," I scoff, "Wesley helped find the keys" of course he had to take help from his dog.

  "It's nice to know you have family that actually likes you." I retort. It wasn't the funniest comeback but I was hoping it'd sting a little.

  It didn't.

  Rather he takes a step closer, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. The other reaches for me but stops midway. "What I did wasn't smart, I know.."