When The Clock Strikes Midnight

Chapter 3

Guess who's back??? Yes, I do realize it has been about 4 months, and most of you probably forgot about me. I've been really busy, okay? But I am free (kinda) so I can now write!

Sit back, relax, and watch out for the ticking clock...

When The Clock Strikes Midnight: Chapter 3

The booming sound of the bass vibrates the floorboards. I hear people from downstairs come and and chatter mindlessly, most likely drunk from the beer Izzy and Ethan illegally stole.

Just get through two hours. Just two hours. I kept telling myself, but I felt a bit uneasy. Something wasn't quite right at this moment.

There was a pile of books sitting on my desk, just waiting to be read. Oh books, I wish I could read you, too.

I sat down at my desk, wanting to be able to curl up with "The Science of Human Brains and Mental Disorders" but I was sure that Izzy wouldn't let that happen.

Izzy walked in, with her blonde hair in curls and a red dress that only she could pull off. She frowned when she looked at me. "Piper, why aren't you enjoying the party?"

I looked into her blue eyes, that now looked red and wasted. She's drunk. My mind answered for me. I stuttered, trying to stall. "W-Well u-um..." Come up with something. My eyes trail off into a pile of clothes. "I just couldn't find anything to wear."

She shrugged and threw something black and lacy at me. "Here you go. I think this will look perfect on you." She pointed at some make up and shoes in the corner. "Feel free to any of that stuff."

I pursed my lips and sighed. I tried on the dress that Izzy gave me, only to find that it barely covered my butt. Izzy seemed to read my mind, since she came in at that exact moment and smiled brightly at me. "Oh my god, you look fantastic!"

"Don't you think it's a bit, well, short?"

"Well, it's a shirt on me, so I figured it would be a dress for you."

I raised my eyebrows and sighed even deeper. "I guess since it's your birthday..."

"You have to wear it!" She finished off my sentence. "Come on, join the party!" Izzy dragged me by the arm and down the stairs, where the music was so loud I thought my ear drums would burst.

As soon as we reached the bottom, Izzy ran off to the crowd of dancing people. People were drinking and couples in dark corners were kissing. But that is not what I was focusing on.

It was the hooded man in the corner of the room. He seemed so out of place - and strangely enough, it seemed like no one could see him. Everyone was ignoring him. You couldn't even see his face, all you really knew that he was not meant to be here.

The man made eye contact with me. Or, at least what I thought would be eye contact if I could actually see his eyes. Why is he looking at me?

He began to move through the crowd and out the door, but not without leaving a note right under the door frame.

I began to move frantically through the crowd, dogging dancing people and keeping an eye on the note. The note was in arm's reach when I heard a loud yell from the crowd.

"Pip! Pip!" Ethan yelled. "Where you go'in?!" He stumbled to me and I ended up with half of his body weight on me. "Whatcha doin'?

My eyes took a glace at the note, but somehow, the note was gone. 

My mind was in panic. Where is the note? What was written in it? Why did the person leave it? Who was it meant for? And who got the note?