Fallen Memories: Book Two

Fallen Memories - [4]

Fallen Memories - 4

    The party in question was located on South Main Street, at the very end of the street. Jane and I rode along with Adam. Jane was right. He had a Ford Escort, a sleek red one at that. It was a slim, fast sports car. He put all of the windows down, cranking his music as he drove. At this point, I would have a headache before we even got to the party.

    Cars lined the street, up and down both sides. Because Adam had his windows down, we could hear the music at the street’s only stop sign. Without coming to a complete stop, Adam revved his car forward and sped along. He eased into a spot along the curb, killing the engine. Jane had hearts dancing in her eyes.

    “You hear that?” Adam asked.

    “I don’t know how anyone couldn’t,” I said.

    “It’s sick.”

    We climbed out, Jane falling into step as we started up the street. I took up the rear, stalling as much as I could. Had it not been for Jane’s puppy-dog eyes, I would have bailed on Adam in a heartbeat. I didn’t necessarily trust him, though I didn’t have enough facts yet to express that thought to Colton or Jane.

    Street lights began to blink on, indicating that sundown was nearing. Off in the distance, a dog barked over and over again. Children were ushered inside, shades drawn, porch lights flickering. People were heading in for the night. Our night was just getting started.

    Jane slowed, matching pace with mine. “You don’t think this is a bad idea, do you?” she whispered. She didn’t look at me. Her eyes stayed forward, resting on Adam’s back.

    “No. Should I? Are you having second thoughts?” I tried not to sound too eager. Of course, I secretly hoped Jane would advise that we change our minds and turn around, but as usual, Jane was loyal.

    “No...I’m not. I’m worried it might be weird, you know, for you and all. I don’t want you to feel like the third wheel.” She shot me a sympathetic look. It stung, but I brushed it off. I wasn’t intending to play third wheel tonight. If things went as planned, I would spend a majority of tonight away from Adam and Jane.

    “Go have fun.” To put the icing on the cake, I gave Jane a super-fake, big smile. I even gave her shoulder a gentle push, urging her in Adam’s direction. If I couldn’t change her mind about Adam later on, I’d might as well get used to the idea of him. That didn’t mean I was lowering my guard, though.

    The massive house was buzzing with activity when we made our way up to it. Music seeped through the walls, emitting a dull vibration through the ground. Cups, toilet paper and various articles of clothing littered the front lawn. A couple made out without a care in the world on the porch steps. Someone was passed out in the bushes, missing a shoe.

    “Looks like fun,” I told Jane, though she hadn’t heard me. She skipped ahead with Adam, taking my word for it. She was going to have fun.

    We were ushered inside, where the music only volumized by ten. The strong, sharp scent of alcohol and sweat stained the air. I made my way around dancing bodies, clumps of gossiping girls and  a group of rowdy boys surrounding a low table. Adam disappeared into a room off to the left to say hello; Jane trailed after him like a lost puppy.

    If I was going to stay a while, I’d better get myself a drink and make the most of it. In the kitchen, I eyed the red and blue coolers leaned up against the wall. Beelining for the fridge, I briefly studied my options. There was a lot to choose from. Given the size of the house, I calculated that its owners were fully loaded. The fridge itself was exquisite and made of a gleaming stainless steel.