Tears of an Angel (Cancelled)

2: Nathan takes Anya to a party (Nathan's POV)

2: Nathan takes Anya to a Party

December 31 10.00 AM

I got a text from my best friend, Clayton. It said:

Dude! Party at my house 2nite!!! Invite anyone, especially if they have boobs and are extremely hot!! Hahaa Forward to everyone!!! Except old people and the cops! Party starts at 10 2nite, ends when you pass out under the moon!!

I laughed at the ridiculous text message that was on my screen. I could invite Anya. She hasn’t been to a party, or at least an American one. I popped some frozen waffles in the toaster and waited for them to pop up. My mind drifted back to Anya Neal.

I kept thinking about how kind she was. I thought about what she told me about her parents five days ago. I thought about the horrid scars they left. It angered me how someone could something to someone so—so. I had no idea what to call Anya. All I could say was that she was an amazing, beautiful person.

I called Anya and she answered on the third ring.

“Hello,” she answered groggily.

“Hey, want to go to a party tonight?” I asked casually.

“Sure, just please let me sleep,” she yawned. I let out chuckle.

“Alright then--,” I was cut off by a soft snore. I chuckled again and hung up. The waffles shot out of the toaster and they smelled delicious. I threw them on a simple blue plate and drizzled them in syrup. I poked my fork into a waffle and sawed it to bits with my knife. My mind drifted back to Anya. Her deep blue eyes, I could stare into them for hours. Her lips, they looked so soft and kissable. But she wouldn’t trust me enough to let me do that. I’ll have to keep a close eye on her at Clayton’s party. She’s so vulnerable right now. Anything could happen to her. I stood up and dropped my plate in the sink. I glanced at the clock. SHIT! It was 11:30 I have to be at work by noon! I ran into my room and grabbed my keys and apron and sprinted to my car and drove to work.

 “Nathan.” My boss, Charlie growled. “You’re late. Again.”

 I hung my head. “I know. I’m sorry, Charlie.”

 “That’s Mr. Smith to you.” He said and stalked off to go boss around someone else. My God! I hated that man.

 It was 9:01. I had to go home, get ready, pick up Anya, and be at Clayton’s by 10… 03. I wanted to be “fashionably” late. I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex I lived in and trotted up the stairs. I fished my keys out of my pocket and opened my door. I set my crap on the couch and walked into my room and opened my closet. I grabbed a black long sleeved shirt and some grey ripped skinny jeans and went to take a shower.

At 9:53 I left to pick up Anya. I hooked my iPod up to my car and blasted Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance. I pulled up to Anya’s house and honked. I also rolled the windows down so she could hear. She walked out of her house dancing. I laughed. She looked beautiful… she was wearing a black button up with multiple holes in it over a red tank top, white skinny jeans splattered with black and red paint, knee high vixen boots that lace up on the side with red laces, and a red tie. Her hair was straightened and put in a messy ponytail that hung over her shoulder.

 She got in the car smiling and I turned down the music. “Hey.”  I said returning her smile.

"Yo" she joked trying to be a gangster. "Hey." She laughed. I laughed back.

“You’re a real dork sometimes, Anya,” I said. She giggled and it sounded like little bells. I smiled down at her as she finished her giggling.

“I know,” she sighed. “So where exactly are we going?” she asked me.

“To my friend’s house, they’ll be plenty of people there so you’ll need to be careful, okay?” I said.