Say Goodbye

20.Double Date / Double Trouble

Short Chapter, very sorry for the lack of updates.

Dawn.

Chrene's P.O.V.

I ran the warm water through the stained red towel and wrung the water out. Red liquid filled the bathroom sink. This was third time that my nose has been bleeding since this morning. I wash out all the blood that I can and throw away the towel into the trashcan.

Spring was starting soon. It is finally March, where all the snow has already melted and grass is turning green again...and when my allergies start.

I tend to sneeze a lot or get sick (which is very weird), but it has been that way since I was seven. There really isn't a way around the allergies but medication. Medication only lasts for a few hours though, until I start sneezing and start having a runny nose.

I opened the cabinet and grabbed two Benadryl and popped it into my mouth with a glass of water afterwards. I threw on a black high waist skirt then tucked in a white shirt and paired it with a long necklace that fell down to the top of my skirt. I reached into my closet and pulled out a pair of red Vans and grabbed my bag then left my house and into Ivan's car.

I quickly pecked his lips, feeling the ignition again. Love hasn't come upon my mind at all since we've started dating. I feel that when we're both ready and sure our feelings are strong then it is time to say the phrase 'I love you' but not either of us has the confidence or powerful feelings yet. Although, I'm sure it will happen one day or another.

Ivan, Heather and Logan and I were having a double 'date', not really but if going to a party together counted then yes. Parker Henns was another popular jock boy that was throwing a birthday party for himself and with Ivan and Logan on the football team, they were both invited.

Heather was wearing a tight fitted blood red dress that reminded me of the blood from earlier which had me shuttering but Heather looked nice and daring in her dress with stilettos, but then again, when is she never feared? Logan didn't seem to mind much but the moment we got out of the car, he wrapped his self around her like glue., which I thought was lovely and really protective meanwhile Ivan held onto my hand loosely like a piece of thread that was seeming to break.

I was fine with it though, I thought of it as giving me space.

Parker's parties weren't all that huge but kept more 'privately' amongst closer friends. The house boomed with chaotic music and plastic clear cups everywhere. Drunk girls and guys hung onto each other like leeches and sucking faces off of their faces, which was normal, I guess. Lots of guys approached Ivan and said their 'heys' and 'what's up' and quickly left after handing us a cup of liquid that stung my smelling sense.

By the fifth cup handed to me, I decided to take a sip. Before the liquid even touched my lips, Ivan snatched the plastic away from me and had set it onto a nearby white table covered with a fake foil wrap.

"Hey!" I protested.

"You're not suppose to drink that." He states, slightly paranoid.

I sighed and looked away from him. "I was just going to take a sip."

"It's awful and bitter." He explains.

"How would you - " His lips are on mine in a swift movement by pinning me against the wall. His lips massaging mine ever so smoothly and slowly. No tongues are allowed in this sweet and passionate gesture but I can taste the bitter and alcoholic drink against his lips as I lick his top lip. Almost immediately I pull away and lick my lips again.

"I don't like it one bit."

"Told ya." He smirks. By the time Ivan has left me unoccupied, it is approximately midnight. He said he was going to get me something non-alcoholic to drink but hasn't come back in over thirty minutes. During that thirty minutes, my nose bled at some point and I rushed to find a bathroom. After washing and rinsing my nose over and over, I tapped my nose with toilet paper to double check that it has stopped and went back downstairs to find Ivan.

Parker's house is huge, almost like a mansion but a tince smaller. The long and green hallway I walk through is bright and I can hear echos but I ignore all the sounds until I come across a room near the staircase.

"I didn't mean to, okay Felisha?" A masculine voice says, and it is all too familiar. I creep along the door and slightly open it. Ivan stands across from a girl who is tall just like him, she has strawberry blonde hair but her face tells me she's older than Ivan and I. But what is Ivan doing here?

"You're the reason she's dead! The reason Maggie's dead and gone! She'll never rise again because of a jerk face like you, Ivan!" The strawberry blonde head girls says and pushes at his chest. My heart pounds loudly in my ears, the blood stops running and I'm paralyzed.

Ivan caused Maggie to die?