Destroy [On Hold Indefinitely]

Chapter 1

Present Day 

"I'm bored." A broad and built, confident looking eighteen year old boy complained for the umpteenth time that night. His piercing grey orbs searched for familiar faces in the crowd before him as he sipped his punch but he unfortunately had no luck. His brown hair drooped down in front of his eyes in an attractive way instead of an over the top way and he looked highly appealing to the girls surrounding him.

The hall was big, party decorations were all around the room and some said 'congratulations'. Their school had won a football match and were celebrating. Couples were crowded in the middle of the room, slow dancing here and and dancing like idiots there.

A elbow nudged him in his side lightly and he grumpily turned his body around ninety degrees.

"Oh come on, Jay, it's fun... if you think about it. It's also a good distraction from... you-know-what. And hey! There's girls in tight and short dresses all around us."

"Fuck up, Dexter, I can see that but it's not appealing when my mind is elsewhere." Jay snapped, turning back around to secretly admire the girls before him.

"Hey..." Dexter laughed, putting his hands up, palm-faced to symbolise him surrendering and as he did so, his creamy caramel blonde hair swooped to the side as his shoulders shook from laughter. "I was just saying. You could get lucky tonight If Amalia doesn't want to, I'm sure one of these will." He winked at his friend and gestured to the girls on the dance floor, and seemed to forget that there was equal amount of guys too. "Where is Amalia anyway?"

"I don't know and guess what? I don't care."

"No denying that the girls are looking at you tonight, I mean, don't they always? But-"

"No buts." Jay interrupted. "You know I hate that word."

"Although-"

"That's just a fancy but."

"Fuck up." He growled, but at the same time, he was mimmicking his friend from earlier. "I kinda have my eye on that one..." Dexter nodded and looked towards one of the girls.

Jay turned around, to look at the subject they had now moved onto and saw a girl stood beside the punch bowl with an emerald green dress on that hugged her figure, complimented and showed off her curves perfectly; he noticed that it only reached down to her mid-thigh. Her dress hung low in a v-neck. If any guy talked to her, they certainly wouldn't me interested in her eyes. Her raven black hair ran down to her tiny waist and had a tinge of red and curved out at the very bottom of her hair.

"That's Carmen McCarty," Jay stated when he turned back to face his best friend.

"You know her?" Dexter asked, his eyes slightly widening.

"Sure," He replied, shrugging. It wasn't that big of a deal. "I sit next to her in Art. She's a great drawer, pure talent right there."

"Yeah? And who's that?" He asked, and was looking again, at the direction where Carmen had been when he previously looked.  

Jay turned around quickly and saw a girl he honestly hadn't recognised before stood beside Carmen. Huh, he thought he knew everybody. She could have been new. In a way she stood out from all the other girls in the crowd and he shifted slightly in his seat. All the girls were sluts looking for a fun time and no nerds or goody-two-shoes really came to these sort of things, did they? They were probably sat up in their dorms with their noses in their books, studying for tomorrow's lessons of college education.

No, she reminded him nothing like any of them. Her hair was blonde, but not the sort of colour blonde that girls bleach it nowadays, and it looked illuminous next to Carmen's dark hair. She was wearing a purple dress with skin coloured tights and it didn't seem as short as most of the girls were wearing it. He was pretty certain that he'd seen a girl earlier with her dress barely covering everything and he was sure that if she had to bend down and pick something up, you'd see everything. Literally.