The Secrets Between Us

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Two hours later I find myself staring at myself in a mirror. I run my fingers through my curly brown hair, trying to give it the appearance of thickness and volume. With one final coat of mascara I'm finally all set.

"Emery, are you almost ready?" Paisley yells from the living room.

"Yeah, just give me one more minute. I'm almost done." I shout back

I straighten the navy blue v-neck top I'm wearing and look one last time at my reflection. "Well, that's as good as I'm going to get," I sigh.

"You look smokin' hot babe, now lets go!"

"Geez, what is your rush?" I walk out of my bedroom with my frazzled best friend. "We are just going to a party. There is no such thing as being late to a college party, you know?" I jump on the kitchen counter determined to waste as much time as possible.

"All the hot guys will be taken if we don't hurry," Paisley pouts causing me to laugh.

"Oh well we wouldn't to deprive you of your first hook up of the school year," I tease.

"Exactly, now lets go!"

I smile as she tugs me off of my spot on the counter and leads me out the front making sure to lock it behind her.

The summer night air greets us as we walk the three blocks towards the sorority house. "Your top looks great on you," Paisley compliments with a smile.

"Thanks P." I reply looking down at the low-cut top showing off my cleavage. "That dress was made for you." I nudge her petite waist with my curvy one as she grins at me.

Paisley is honestly the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen. Her stick-straight platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes make her look like a barbie. Like many times since I've known her I've wondered why she isn't a runway model with her slime frame and sharp features. We are total opposites with my curvy five foot nine inch figure and dark hazel eyes. Fortunately for me, Paisley was a fashion designing major and had been taking pity on me and my wardrobe for as long as I can remember. Without her help I would constantly dress like a mismatched kindergartner.

The sound of loud pop music fills the air causing Paisley to squeal next to me. "Ahh! This is my jam. Dance with my Em!" She grabs my hand twirling us around while pulling us closer to the sorority house.

I laughs as she shakes her hips off beat, loudly singing the wrong words to the song on the crowded sidewalk.

"Oh god, please stop." I shake my head trying to cover my eyes from my embarrassing best friend.

"You know I can't stop these hips once they start moving," she bumps and shakes her butt against me causing me to laugh harder.

Our dancing causes many eyes to linger on us, but Paisley either doesn't notice or chooses not to. I look around the crowd as we make our way into the house already feeling nervous butterflies in my stomach.

Paisley grabs my hand and whispers, "Don't worry Em, I'll be by your side the entire time, I promise."

I smile and squeeze her hand in response, lucky that I have her by my side tonight.

"OMG. Miles Andrews is here." She gushes as she stealthily points me in the direction of a seriously hot guy standing with a group of people about ten feet away from us.

"Who's Miles Andrews?"

"He's a member of Alpha Tau Omega, a starting player on the universities lacrosse team, and the hottest male to walk this Earth." She sighs while looking over at him dreamily. "We were chemistry partners last semester and we totally hit it off but he never called me."

Throwing my arms around Paisley I gently tug her to my side, "Well then he's an idiot, he's missing out of the coolest girl at the school."

"Damn straight," she grins, "I just wish he wasn't so damn hot." Paisley adds with a groan.

Laughing, Paisley leads us to the sororities kitchen were there is an open bar. Grabbing a red cup off the pile, I fill it with beer and take a large drink with a content sigh.

"Hey Paisley," a male voice says causing me to turn around and look at my speechless best friend. I smile into my cup as I take another sip and watch their interaction.

"Did you have a good summer break?" Miles asks.

The question shakes Paisley out of her stupor, "yeah and you?"

He nods with a small smile and his gaze finally lands on me, "Hey, I'm Miles," extending his hand towards me.

"Emery, nice to meet you," placing my hand in his with a smile.

"Do you guys want to come over here? I have a few friends I'd like you both too meet." He says to both of us although his eyes never leave Paisley. After we both nod, Miles leads us towards the same group of people he was standing with earlier. He begins introducing us to everyone causing me to do a quick scan around the small group before suddenly stopping on a pair of chocolate-brown eyes watching me. Inhaling a sharp breath, it gets stuck in my throat. I'm stunned into silence as I take in the absolutely gorgeous male standing in front of me.

His messy ink black hair is paired with the brownest eyes I've ever seen. His high cheek bones which are covered in a perfect five o'clock shadow have me wanting to run my fingers across his features.

My eyes fall to his wide muscular shoulder and chest, accented by his black cotton shirt. It's apparent that he's athletic, and I ponder which sport could grant him with these4 muscles all around his body. Whatever it is, every male in this school needs to sign up ASAP.

I find my gaze back to his eyes and notice that he is looking me up and down intently, as if he were trying to study my every detail.

"Em...Emery?" Paisley elbows me lightly in the side trying to get my attention.

I startle and tear my gaze from Brown Eyes to look at a concerned Paisley, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

A low chuckles falls amongst the group causing my face to redden and my eyes to automatically seek Brown Eyes.

His head is slightly cocked to the side as a questioning look enters his eyes. He shakes his head back and forth as if in confusion and disbelief. This is definitely not the reaction I was hoping for.

Hoping that I'm not the recipient of his apparent displeasure, I extend my hand towards his and introduce myself. "Hey, I'm Emery Everett."

His posture stiffens when he hears my name and stares at my extended hand as if it would pain him to touch it. Reluctantly, as if being forced to do so, he places his hand in mine.

"Wyatt James," his deep voice replies in a light southern accent. His eyes meet mine and are filled with cautious expectation as though I should recognize who he is. Trying to relieve some of the pressure, he quickly removes his hand from mine causing his shoulders to relax.

Wyatt whispers something quickly to Miles, who nods, and with one last glance at me turns around and walks upstairs.

I sigh and take another drink of my beer and I watch him until he disappears. What the hell is wrong with me? Actually the real question is, what the hell is wrong with him? I've never in my life had anyone be as repulsed by me at first glance like that. That entire interaction could have gone so much better. I look over at Paisley who is staring at me with a concerned look still in her eyes, so I smile at her and try my best to forget about Wyatt James.