Dead Eyes.

Chapter Three.

Camille was running all over the place, with a bottle of watermelon Smirnoff and shot glasses asking for people to "shot her." I couldn't help but laugh the entire time she was doing so. Camille was so funny when she was drunk.

"You made it!" A voice calls out across the fire, I couldn't see because the faint glow had blinded me.

Chase walks over to me, wearing a camo jacket, a black snapback and a black tank top and jeans.

"I made it!" I say, loosely letting out a nervous laugh.

"You look plastered already, how many drinks have you had?" He asks kindly.

"Ask Camille, I dunno'." I laugh, taking another sip.

I look over to the crowd walking back to the bonfire. A tall figure in a black and white checkered sweater emerges from the dark by their side. The girls seem to be swarming him so I couldn't see his face clearly.

"Well, I won't be drinking tonight, i'm the D.D." He laughs, putting a cigarette in his mouth.

"That sucks! You deserve to drink Malibu! Drinks are wonderful." I slur brutally, unaware of what I was saying.

He smiles again, lighting the cigarette.

"You're so funny, Malibu is good though."

I nod and scan the cove for Camille or Ava. The world begins to spin as I begin to sway severely.

"Woah, you okay Laces?"Chase says, moving towards me.

"Yeah, yeah, fine." I mutter, trying to move towards the liquor table.

I move away from him and wobble over to the liquor table in a bit of a rush. Ava quickly dashes after me and looks at me with a look of concern.

"Lacey, what the fuck are you doing? You aren't a drinker, you need to stop." Ava says gently.

Suddenly Derek appears behind her, he puts his arm around her. I eye him angrily and see something dark across his neck.

"Wh...what the fuck? What's on your neck?" I say, weakly attempting to grab Derek.

He steps back and gives out a nervous laugh.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I yell angrily.

"Lacey, calm down, we didn't do anything else." Ava whispers, trying to get me in her grip.

"Ava, we were supposed to hang out all night."

"We didn't make plans Lacey, you're trashed. Why don't you lay in my car until Derek and I are ready to leave?"

I felt so angry and confused as I took another sip of my drink.

"Fuck you." I spat, walking away in a rage.

Ava didn't seem to say much, she just stood there in shock.

I walk back to the fire to find Camille.

"CAMILLE?" I scream happily.

Camille and I were in band together in middle school, we bonded for a bit, but when high school set, she became a cheerleader and made new friends. She was always nice to me though.

I turn to see an unfamiliar face walk up to me.

"Who are you?" He says harshly.

"Lacey cakes, asshole." I laugh wildly.

"Well, Camille left with Aaron, so you can leave too."

"I'm getting kicked out?" I laugh.

His dark brown eyes are not warm at all, but quite harsh in fact. His jawline was in perfectly sharp angle, and his face was cold instead of friendly and welcoming. I had never seen him before. The fire glow gently dances across his face as he stands close to me.