Omens (wattys2016)

Three.

     I know the owner of the eyes is talking to me, but I can't focus on his words. I am too busy staring into those eyes, the ones that have been haunting my nightmares for the last seven years. The same eyes that watched me from the corner of a darkened room as I slowly accepted that I had bled to death. The same eyes I had convinced myself were not real but a figment of my imagination, formed by the lack of oxygen in my brain as I lay there dying. The same eyes that were now staring at me, waiting for a response to a question I had not even bothered to hear.

     "I said, you have some nerve showing up here," he growls through gritted teeth. I pull myself away from the eyes, letting myself fully take him in. Even sitting I can tell he is tall, his muscular frame looming over me as I sit, paralyzed by shock. Full lips pulled into a tight frown. Dark hair falling into messy ways over those haunting eyes. He looks out of place amongst these jersey dressed guys, wearing dark jeans, a white shirt and well worn leather jacket. Gorgeous, my mind whispers, but in a way where you cannot place what makes him so attractive.

     "What?" I manage to squeak out. My mouth refuses to work, my mind follow suit, refusing to form a coherent thought. He cocks his head to the side, eyeing me suspiciously as he chews on his bottom lip.

     "Your kind isn't welcome here."

     "I..uh...my friend...uh...invited me," I stutter, "Daphne. Daphne Matthews. She's inside somewhere. She said it would be ok if I ca-wait-my kind?" I stop my rambling, the boy's words finally sinking into my brain. "What do you mean my kind? I'm not some kind of freak you know!"

     I jump form my seat, glaring up the boy, who is a lot taller than I had guessed. His eyes lock with mine. I can see the anger flashing through them.

     "You have some nerve," I spit, "My kind? What the hell is even wrong with you? Talking to me like I am some kind of mutant. Screw off!"

     I shove my way past him, snatching the bottle from his tight grip. I hear his gasp and I smile to myself. Freaking jerk. I don't care if this is his house or not, he doesn't get to just stand there and expect me to take his weird insults. Anger flares through me as I fling open the back door, searching the room furiously for Daphne.

     I spot Rebecca, one of the school's cheerleaders, sitting on the lap of some nameless guy. I wander over to her, ignoring the stares I am getting from the group sitting opposite of her.

     "Where's Daphne?" I ask loudly. Rebecca gives me a once over, whispering something into the guy's ear. They laugh loudly.

     "Oh hey freak," she answers with slurred words. Great, I may just be the only person here not completely shit-faced. "Um, Daphne is a little busy right now. I saw her and Aaron go head upstairs about twenty minutes ago. Why freak? Jealous your little girlfriend is spending time with an actual person?"

     The group erupts into laughter and I turn my back on them, heading towards to the stairs. I hear their whispers as I exit the room. "Freak." "Lesbo." "Whore." I fight back tears as I make my way up the stairs.

     The upstairs is large than I thought, the long hall lined with various closed doors. I fiddle with their knobs, hoping to find one that is unlocked. Preferably the one housing Daphne and Aaron. I need to get out of this place. My head spins from the large amount of whiskey I ingested. My stomach turns from embarrassment.     

     I swing an unlocked door open to find a half naked Daphne straddling an even more undressed Aaron. They are engaged in what appears to be a full fledge drunken make-out session. Complete with hip grinding and all things vomit inducing. I stand there, trying to find a nice way to break up the...reunion.

     I clear my throat, causing Daphne to spin. Her hands fly to her uncovered chest. I drop my eyes to the floor as she giggles drunkenly.

     "Oh Mer, it's just you. What's up love?" she manages to say. I can hear from the tone of her voice that she is way past drunk at this point. Aaron peers over her side, still underneath her. He shoots me a sympathetic look.

     "Hey Mer!" he greets, as if I did not just interrupt them.

     "Erm, uh," I stutter awkwardly, "I'm ready to go but I can see you're busy so I'll just..." I let my words fade off.

     Daphne rolls off of Aaron, soliciting a annoyed groan from the obviously ready-to-go boy. A pang of guilt runs through me. I shouldn't feel guilty for stopping what is probably a big mistake for Daphne  but I still do. I feel like a burden, ruining what should be a fun night for all.

     She roots around through her clothing, brandishing a set of keys from her jean pockets. She tosses them to me, smiling sweetly.

     "Here, take my car. Aaron can drive me home," she says sympathetically. I silently thank myself for not blowing her off  freshman year. Daphne never pushes, never questions why it is I don't want to be somewhere.

     "Thanks," I mumble as I slide from the room.

     "Call me when you get home!" she shouts through the thin door. I lean against the cool wood, wondering if driving is even a good idea. I could lock myself in one of the empty rooms and sleep it off. Leave in a few hours when I am more sober.

     "Are you still here?" an oddly familiar voice asks. I open my eyes, the guy from the backyard once again looming over me.

     "Just leaving," I respond, trying to move my way past him. He angles his body, blocking me from getting around him. My fists clench at my side. What is this guys problem?

     "Well, I would be leaving if you would get out of my way." I move left, so does he. He laughs to himself, the sound sending chills down my spine.

     "Maybe I was a little rude early," he says, "I usually have better manners. I was just...surprised to see you hear is all."

     "Why?" I demand, "Because people like me don't go to parties? Excuse me, let me correct myself, my kind doesn't go to parties?"

     "You have no idea do you?" He tone softens. I wish he would stop staring at me like that. It makes me feel so...exposed. I break eye contact with him, focusing on the door behind him. The closeness between us makes me uncomfortable.

     "No idea what? What a freak I am? No, I am fully aware of that. Now, if you would move out of my way I would be more than happy to leave."

     I duck under his arm, all but running towards the staircase. I need to get out of here. The music is too loud, the smell of cigarette smoke is starting to make me sick. Or maybe its the alcohol. Or the way the weird boy was staring at me. Either way, leaving is a must.

     "Hey wait!" he calls after me as I descend the stairs. I fly through the front door, trying to remember where Daphne parked amongst the chaos that is the parking situation here. He grabs my arm, spinning me towards him.

     "Where are you going?" I can smell the whiskey on his breath. Yea, he has to be drunk. Or crazy. Maybe both. Otherwise he wouldn't go from insulting me to stalking me to saying extremely weird things.

     "Home." I pull my arm from his, still scanning the yard for the bright blue Ford Fiesta. I spot it towards the back of the driveway. I sigh, relieved to not be blocked in. I weave through the cars, ignoring the boy as he calls to me.