Memories

Chapter One: The Party

I sat on the curb, arms crossed and on my knees. My tears were making a splish-splash sound as they hit the puddle by my feet, along with droplets of ice cold pre-winter rain. I gazed into it, looking at the gloomy reflection of the grey sky.

The depressing image was disoriented from ripples the rain caused. I shivered, though it wasn't from the freezing temperature. For a moment I'd caught my own reflection. I turned away, but not fast enough that I didn't see the longing look in my eyes, surfacing yet another memory.

~ "What did you say?" he inched closer on the couch we were seated at, our pinkies brushing.

My heart sped up, beginning to pound in my chest, and I didn't know why. It must have been the fact that I had just met this British guy, and I was openly flirting with him. It was so unlike me that I was suddenly embarrassed. I couldn't bring myself to raise my brown eyes and meet his golden-speckled green ones; but I could feel them studying me.

"Huh?" I said, pretending I hadn't heard him over the loud music. It was plausible; a song I'd never heard before was being blasted through the house overflowing with high schoolers. It was hot. He was too close. The music was deafening, and the people were worse.

Why did I let Meg drag me to this party?

He leaned in, his mouth millimeters from my ear. Minty breath tickled my ear when he attempted to repeat the question. I wasn't expecting him to move so fast, and flinched, jumping to my feet. He seemed to smirk at me from the couch, raising an eyebrow. My cheeks flushed.

"I have to go," I yelled over the music.

The smug look fell, but just as fast a serious expression shifted onto his gorgeous face. I took a step back, getting the feeling that something bad was going to happen if he tried to make me stay. He surprised me by getting to his feet and walking right past me. I swiveled around to see him standing a few steps from where I was. He made a gesture with his hand.

"Well? Aren't you coming?" he asked, feigning impatience. His voice had a tone I didn't quite recognize. Was he teasing me?

"Where?" I answered cautiously.

"You said you had to go. Do you honestly think I'm going to let you just waltz out of here alone? It's a wonder they haven't eaten you alive. Come on, brown eyes."

I hesitated, slightly offended by his 'eaten alive' remark. Taking in my surroundings, I realized I'd abandoned my place on the couch so quickly that it had attracted the attention of some. A drunk brunette with a bottle in his hand was staring at me hungrily, like I was a meal. Turning back to him, I saw the corners of his soft lips turned up in a small smirk.

I took avoided his green eyes and took his hand. Following him up the stair, I kept my head low to hide my face.

He chuckled. ~

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