Asulon: Where Secrets Lie

Chapter Twelve: More to Delve

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Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret—it leads only to evil. - Psalm 37:8

Sneaking out at night is something that teenagers are often identified with. I always thought that since I am a different teen I would find a more creative way to meet up with a boy. Well, I have just discovered that I am like any other normal person my age.

Some people may call me crazy, others may say romantic, and wise humans give me the title: ‘foolish.’ It does not matter what name I am give because, no matter what, I sneak out at eleven thirty every night to see a boy. Having a giant tree right outside my window has become handier than I thought it would be. People may think I’m imprudent, but what I am supposed to do when I am falling deeper and deeper into love’s trap?

Yes, my decision has been made. Every time his calloused hand cradles my cheek, his lips brush my neck, his gorgeous eyes make contact with mine, and his fingertip traces the outline of my tattoo; I decide that I love Owen.

I am not the only one smitten, though. Since the night of the party, someone else has not stopped blushing and smiling. I have never seen the girl so happy or even smile before, and she looks absolutely stunning – even more beautiful than she did before. I thought that was impossible, but her white teeth glisten under her full lips every time they curve into a grin and light up all her already attractive features.

Maybe she is pregnant. That would at least explain her glow.

I highly doubt it, though, that Bree and her lover boy did anything that extreme. The most interaction I have seen between the two is when Owen and I returned to the party. They were dancing to a slow song, Brianna resting her head on Maks’s shoulder and their arms wrapped around each other. I am pretty sure that is the farthest they have ever gone romantically. In fact, I am pretty sure that they haven’t even kissed. Or at least that is what Bree tells me.

“I don’t dive into relationships like you,” my cousin said, smiling and clutching a pillow to her chest. We were sitting in our room right before our favorite times of the night.

I am not the only one who sneaks out.

I chucked a pillow at her. “I do not dive into relationships. I just swim… very fast.”

Brianna rolled her azure eyes and laughed. She actually laughed. The small chuckle sounded like a soft bell tingling in my ears. It was so… charming. I could not believe that she didn’t laugh more often.

“So, why do you like this guy so much?” I asked.

Brianna shrugged and flicked her eyes downward. “I don’t know. The first time I saw him at the party things just… clicked.”

“No kidding,” I said under my breath. I could still remember their connection crackling in the air and how upset Owen looked. It still was a mystery to me why he reacted that way. “It’s pretty lame that you guys haven’t kissed, yet.”

“Skye!” Bree squealed and threw a pillow back at me.

It was on. I could not resist it. A pillow fight had begun.

Fluffy white cushions flew back and forth across the bedroom in a complete, feathery blur. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt, and Brianna could not stop giggling. We had been whisked back to the good old days when we were the age of five. We were two cousins, who were like two best friends, without a care in the world.

Bruno Mars’ Just the Way You Are interrupted our childish play and froze both of us in our places. It was eleven o’clock. Bree slowly reached down to her cell phone and shut the annoying alarm off. We both just stared at each other, a few white feathers lingered in my cousin’s hair, and I couldn’t help but giggle. Brianna just smiled back at me. God, how could she be so beautiful?