I'm Looking At You

Chapter One: The Party

Okay, so I know I shouldn't be here. I knew it the second I walked in. All the popular kids are here, and I'm actually in the same room as them by choice. This is fucked up. I should leave. My best friend, Diane, can get a ride with Patrick, her cousin, because I'm not staying. I stand up and walk to the kitchen where Diane is taking shots of god know what and is surrounded by guys. Good looking guys. But Diane can get anyone. She's tall with deep red hair and a smile for days. She has even made me question my sexuality. She belongs here. I don't.
"Diane!" I call over the booming music, her blue eyes find me and her red lips turn into an even brighter smile.
"Eris! Hey girl! You've got to try this shit! It's fucking amazing." She takes another shot and guys groan even over that. Gross.
"No, I'm good! I think I'm going to head out! Patrick is here! He can drive you home!" I say. She makes a pouty face at me. Which also makes the guys groan, and I swear I hear one yell for us to kiss. I ignore it. My eyes plead with her to let me go without complaint. She eventually sighs and caves.
"Dammit Eris! Okay! I'll text you later! Love you Babygirl!" I role my eyes and turn on my heels. She's plastered. She only calls me that when she's plastered.
I walk out the front door and jot down the concrete steps, trying to remember where the hell I parked. I walk and search, and I end up stumbling into a guy in a leather jacket and a navy blue shirt that is almost identical to mine. He's tall, well taller than me, and he has dark hair. Either black or a dark brown, I can't really tell in the dark, but it curls up slightly atop his head. It takes me a moment to realize who it is but when I do, my heart feels an urge to explode.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry" says Gage Heronam, the biggest fucking bad boy in school. The dude who rides a motorbike and smokes and sells drug. Shit. Shit shit shit. Oh did I mention he's like the hottest dude at school, arguably. Shit.
"No. No, I'm sorry. It's my fault." I say, pushing my dirty blonde waves out of my eyes to look up at him, which I instantly regret. Damn, no human should look like that.
"Oh, yeah running into me was your fault. I was apologizing for not knowing your name." He smirks. Shit, he's smirking a me. This isn't happening.
"Eris. Eris Johnson." I whisper. I put my hand on my hip, trying to play cool. But he can probably hear my heart beat, so there is really no point.
"Eris. Like the troublesome goddess. That's sexy. Where are you going? It's a bit early to be skipping the party don't you think." Did he just say my name is sexy?
"Uhh. Uhm." Shit shit shit "Well..." Dammit he looks amused. Be cool Eris. "It's not really my scene. To many people." I say. I nod to myself, feeling triumphant. Alright, that was okay. Now keep going.
"Yeah. I usually don't come. But it's my house, so. I don't have much of a choice do I?" He grins.
"Wait, this is your party?" And your house, and your yard and your friends and holy shit my heart is pounding.
"No. It's my brother's. I had plans but they got canceled. So I figured I'd show up for once." I nod, not sure what to say. Then he leans in, and whispers against my ear "It will probably piss my brother off. He doesn't want people to know we are remotely related."
"Whose your brother?" I ask. I honestly wasn't aware he had one.
"Micheal Trenton. We're like half brothers or something. We supposedly have the same dad. He just took his mother's last name."
Holy mother of Jesus. Micheal Trenton is the straight As, most popular, and arguably the most attractive guy in school. I think Gage is. Again I say. It's all very arguable. "Wow." Is all I can say. He laughs and looks at me, thinking.
"How about we go hangout? There is this great coffee shop a couple blocks from here. They have some boss ass poetry slams there on Saturday nights and they don't close. That's if you like poetry." Holy shit. Gage wants to hang out with me.
"I love poetry. I'm shocked that you do, but I love it. But...just don't try to get in my pants okay? I'm not very trusting with guys."
"Hey, I get it. But I do recommend you don't judge a book by it's cover." He says. I nod, and we start walking after a few minutes of arguing rather to take his bike or my car. The entire time I'm thinking to myself. Eris, what the hell are you getting yourself into?