The car screeched around the corner, awkwardly parallel parking behind a silver Mercedes that had a 'Princess in the car' sign stuck to the glass at its back. I got out, my simple slim-fitting, teal dress hugging my curvy body just right. Emphasizing my flat stomach and large bust, it also showed off my long legs by stopping just above the knee. Long neck and slim shoulders exposed due to the teal chiffon that acted as the halterneck, I strode around the front of the car, with my shimmery purse slung over my shoulder, and the stares of males following me.
Knowing that my best friend would be there, I quickly darted into the house with bass booming out of it, my slim frame quickly squeezing through the rapidly closing door. Once inside, I searched around for Savannah. Once I found her, though, she had fit my expectations perfectly.
Sitting on the lap of Justin, one of the endless super-hot, popular guys in high school, she was avidly making out with him, her arms locked around his neck and their bodies were pressed as close together as possible. "Hey, you know how I hate being third-wheeled!" I teased, shaking my head at Savannah - or Van, as she liked to be called.
Without a trace of embarrassment, she looked up at me and grinned, before getting up and smoothing her dress out. "We'll have to continue this later," she whispered not-so-quietly to Justin, before grabbing my arm and squealing, "Let's get drinks!" Determined to remain sober, I insisted on only having half a cup of beer. I could hold my liquor extremely well, but I didn't want to risk doing anything stupid.
After about an hour, I got tired of dancing, and sat down at the bar. True to my words, I had stuck to only half a cup, and I was still sipping it as I relaxed on the stool at the bar. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?" Jace, the barista, asked me. With hair that was a cross between brown and black, and blue-green eyes, he was the definition of heartthrob. Not only that, but his signature smirk was enough to make girls swoon and faint.
Though I had dated quite a few guys, I hadn't gotten to Jace yet. However, it's not how it sounds. I don't just go around breaking boys' hearts, making it my mission to date all of them. I make friends, and the ones that I'm interested in, I date. Otherwise, they stay friends. Most boys in school and out of school do want to date me. I'm not being vain, but it's true.
Recently, Jace and I had been talking more, and I began to really like him. He had quite a soft, kind personality, but a very hard front if you ever hurt someone he cared about. Once, some douche had tried to kiss me at a party, against my will, but before I could knee him, Jace beat me to the punch. Literally. His right hook was so strong that the man ended up with a huge black eye and several cuts beneath that bruise. I knew, for one, that my brother would approve if I ended up dating Jace. They were quite close, after all.
As barista, Jace refused to get drunk, but drank a cup of beer here and there, as he was amazing at holding his alcohol. Just like me. "No, thanks, plus, I bet I'll end up as designated driver, too." I sighed, looking up at him to find him smiling at me with a gentle fondness.
Jace walked around the bar and came and sat next to me as we talked. Since, at this point of the party, most people were either dancing wildly, or doing unspeakable things in the bedrooms, Jace didn't have anything to do for the rest of the night, as he had left about two hundred drinks out. We counted them. Eventually we began to speak about crushes and boyfriends - in the form of a certain game called 'Twenty Questions'.
"Okay, I'll go first," Jace said. "What colour is your bra?" Shocked, I glared at him as he shrugged his shoulders in defense. "Hey, I may be nice, but I'm still a guy,"
"Fine," I groaned as I grudgingly answered. "Red. Do you have a crush?" I stared challengingly at him as he shook his head in amusement.
"Yes. Do you have a crush?"
"Yes. Who is your crush?" I grinned evilly, knowing that I would find out who he liked.
"Somebody at this party. Who is yours?" I gaped, shocked by his wit.
"Someone in this house." I replied, regaining my composure. "Is there anyone in this room who you want to kiss?" I asked, glancing around the packed room.
"Yes. Is there someone within three metres of you who you want to kiss?" He asked, smirking mischievously. I quickly calculated how far three metres was in my head before surveying who was within three metres of us. Nobody, unfortunately.
"Nah." I watched as his face dropped. "Only somebody who I really want to kiss right now." His expression didn't disappoint. His face lit up as though Christmas lights had been strung up within his eyes, and he bent forward until his lips were only a breath away from mine.
"Well then, it's a good thing that I'm within three metres of you then, isn't it?" He breathed, before brushing back a piece of my hair. As his lips made contact with mine, I was lost in the moment.
I was swept away, and my arms locked around his neck for support as his tongue darted into my mouth. Groaning in pleasure, I tugged lightly at his hair, eliciting a groan from him as well. His lips then went down to my jawline, where a series of feather-light kisses were placed going upwards before nipping and pulling at my earlobe and then flashing down my neck and slowly inching lower. We staggered into a nearby room, which just happened to be a bedroom. After months of getting to know each other, we had finally realised how we felt.
We had reached the 'like' stage a long while back, but hadn't done anything about it until we reached this.
"I love you, May, and I have for a very long time," Jace panted, in between sensual kisses.
"I love you, Jace, and I have for a very long time." Slowly our shirts came off, and we explored each other for a short while.
After about two hours, we exited the room to find that the party was still full-blown. We hadn't gone any farther than taking our shirts off, but that in itself harboured more than enough satisfaction.
At the back of the room, I spotted my brother and his friends waving at me to leave, so I bid Jace goodbye before joining the group and leaving the house.
Suddenly, as I was walking out of the door, a firm grip held me tight on the forearm. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand clamped down on my mouth as a deep, husky voive whispered in my ear the seven words that changed my life as I knew it. Once he had said them to me, he bade me farewell before whisking away, leaving me standing there, clueless, with a note shoved in my pocket, and a mystery to ponder over. After that, I walked out of the door in a daze, following my brother and his friends whilst repeating in my head the seven words that had been whispered to me by the 'masked man' as I called him for now.
Seven words. Enough to change someone's life. Enough to ruin it. Reck it. Or perhaps, just perhaps... Improve it.
"Your parents didn't die in an accident."
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Seven words
Mystery / Thriller18-year-old May has been wondering about her parents all her life. Orphaned at the tender age of nine, her only memories of them are the two photographs that she has of them. Having been told that they had passed away in a terrible boating accident...
