Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter Two - You're Alright.

"Why don't you just tell me who it is?" Cameron whined as we fixed our hair in my bathroom mirror..

"They might not even show up." I sighed, bursting with excitement. "Then if I tell you you'll freak out then if they really don't show up you'll be disappointed. Stop asking." I commanded. I was so nervous about the party. Everyone I know, plus Eric and Cameron, with the possibility of my favourite band in the entire universe arriving. I wore a plain black long sleeve mini dress, with a million rings, and plain black pumps. My hair was down, and straight as usual, and I had done my makeup perfectly. Cameron wore a short velvet skater dress the same wine colour as her red hair, and black platform sneakers. We both needed the height, as I was 5'3" and Cameron was 5'4". She had semi pale skin, tanner than mine, and freckles that showed through even the best makeup job. I was so jealous of how pretty she was. She was ballerina skinny, even though she ate only Taco Bell and McDonald's for every meal. I had to work out like crazy and stick to my super-heathly diet almost all the time to even maintain my fitness. Everyone liked Cameron more than me. She was nicer, and easier to talk to, whereas I was mostly rude, and mostly bitter. We were totally bitches to each other, but the difference was that Cameron turned off her bitchy-ness to strangers. I was just a bitch all the time.

"Ugh." She rolled her big green eyes at me. "Whatever, let's just go downstairs." We walked down from the third floor to bottom, and into the sea of people. All the upstairs floors were totally off limits, so everyone had to stay on the ground floor or the basement. Hundreds of people were already there, dancing to the music blaring through the house. I looked around and saw few people I knew. I felt someone's hands on my waist and jumped slightly before hearing Eric's laugh. He stepped to the front of my and held out flowers. I smiled. He had shortish dark brown hair with a blond streak in the middle like Denis used to have. He looked totally different in every other aspect though. He had grey-blue eyes, tan skin, and a black septum ring. He was around 5'10", eight inches taller than me.

"Hey baby." He grinned and kissed me.

"Hey."

"These are for you." He held out the bouquet of red roses.

"Awh, thank you," I beamed. "they're beautiful." I took them and kissed him again before putting them in a vase full of water in the kitchen. I walked back down the hall to where Eric and Cameron stood near the front door. Everything in my house had a very dark, modern design, as I couldn't stand colour, or things looking like a suburban white family's house would. Then it happened. A knock on the door. Who the hell knocks at a house party? Not anyone I knew. I felt my heart leap into my throat as I curiously approached the door. I opened it cautiously but quickly to see them standing there. Denis. And Ben. And Girl Same. And Cameron. And James. And Brandi And boy Sam. I felt like I was going to pass out. "Hey, glad you could make it." I choked.

"What the actual fuck." Cameron spat, before anyone else could get a work out. Okay, girl Cameron.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. It's good to finally meet you in person." Denis held out his arms for a hug and I gladly obliged. He was so warm. And tall. And smelled really nice.

"I'm Ben." Everyone introduced themselves and we exchanged handshakes.

"I'm Leda." I smiled.

"I'm Cameron." Girl Cameron said curiously, looking up at boy Cameron. It was about to get hella confusing.

"Me too!" Boy Cameron cheered.

"Come on in, make yourself at home." I welcomed everyone inside, still sort of freaking out. Ben and Sam each held bottles of Jack Daniel's in their hands.

"You're house is well massive." James laughed, looking around.

"Yeah," I breathed. "Thanks, I think." Denis just shrugged and smiled. God, his smile was perfect. No one said anything for a while until Eric coughed and put his arm around my shoulders. "Right, I'm such a tit. This is my boyfriend Eric." Denis' smile faltered for only a split second, but I saw it.

"Can I just- What- Fu- How do you even know each other?" Girl Cameron looked between Denis and I, still in shock.

"Yeah'r, I'd quite like to know." Boy Sam interjected.

"Ugh-" I racked my brain for a plausible lie.

"Coffee shop." Denis explained. Girl Cameron hip checked me only slightly but as I was in the highest heels I owned, it was all it took to push me off balance and to the floor. I caught myself before I hit my head though, my one saving grace.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?!" She spat. In seconds Denis grabbed me and pulled me back up quickly. His face was only inches from mine.

"Are you alright?" I froze.

"I got it." Eric nudged his shoulder between us, forcing Denis to let me go. A second later, Denis gave him this look. This look that screamed 'fuck off' with a hint of 'whatever' and just a touch of longing. But I couldn't quite comprehend the longing.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Denis looked to me again and smiled purely. I turned to Cameron. "Um, what the hell?"

"What the hell to you!"

"Why don't we go over here." Boy Sam and boy Cameron took girl Cameron's hands and lead her away.

"You're okay?" Eric turned and once again put his arm around me. I nodded yes. Not really, actually. My hip hurts. And now I look so fucking stupid in front of Denis and everyone else. And I feel like I lied to Denis. And Eric and Denis already don't like each other. Not okay so far, no. I looked over Eric's shoulder at Denis while Eric kissed my cheek. He just chuckled softly and walked away with everyone else.

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I wandered into the kitchen in search of another drink. There was a huge grey island in the middle with a dishwasher and a sink on one side, and stools on the other. Across the sing was another, much bigger sink, with a window above it. It was pitch black outside, but even through the darkness I knew all you could see was grey and the next house over. I had only had a couple of drinks, and it was roughly midnight. I opened the fridge and found a bottle of white wine, awaiting my lips. I smirked slightly and pulled it out. I closed the door and jumped slightly to see Denis standing there. "Shit, you scared me." I breathed with my hand over my heart.

"I'm really sorry." He smirked as I opened the drawer and retrieved the bottle opener.

"No big deal."

"No, sorry you're dating that guy..."

"Eric." I breathed.

"He seems like a charmer." Denis said sarcastically.

"You don't know him." I opened the bottle with the cork screw. Eric and I had been dating for almost two years. We met through Cameron at one of her parties, and just hit it off. He was sweet, and caring, and funny, and smart. Well no. He really wasn't smart at all. But he was smart enough to get by.

"I actually just talked with him." I looked up at Denis' hazel eyes. He looked so smug, but it didn't really fit him.

"Can we keep the whole wrong number thing a secret?"

"Supposed to go to him was it?" Denis stepped closer and I returned my attention to the bottle. "He was telling me about how perfect you are."

"And?" I said softly.

"I stopped him, because I already know. I can tell how perfect you are." When I looked up at Denis he leaned in and kissed me so passionately I could have physically swooned. I let go of the bottle clumsily as he held my waist tightly and deepened the kiss. He tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, and his lips were so soft. He lifted me only slightly and I wrapped my arms around his neck. This is wrong. But then why does it feel so right? No. He's drunk. I'm drunk. It's nothing. Denis pulled away and flashed an award winning smirk before walking back out of the kitchen. I just stood in shock. What the fuck just happened? I bit my lip. I could still feel the pressure of his lips on mine. I grabbed the bottle with my shaking hand and drank at least a quarter of it before coming up for air. Fuck