Chapter 3: What Now?

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Colin and I made our way through the halls of my house, laughing and generally goofing off, but I knew that if I didn't get back soon, Gram would know something was up.


I eventually made it a point to get to my room as quickly as possible. I pulled Colin along by the arm behind me.


"Woah, why in such a rush?" Colin asked. Apparently he didn't like being hauled around by a teenage girl.


"I need to get back to the party. If you don't like it, you don't have to follow me." It came out of my mouth a little more harshly than planned, and I felt guilty.


"Nah, I'd rather follow you around than go to a party any day."


"At least this kind, you mean?"


"Yes." he said it with emphasis, and I figured he was like most of the kids in my position. Pressured to create the perfect image. It was good to get away from it while you still could.


We kept twisting through the halls until we were at the other entrance to the kitchen. The other was an open doorway into the gallery where the party was, and the stairs were next to it, but we had to go around a big cabinet to get to them. Due to the moment of exposure the cabinet caused, we had to be careful.


"One at a time, or together?" Colin whispered.


"Together, then they only have one chance to catch us. Ready, when I say go, get over there as quickly and quietly as possible."


He nodded, and I peeked around the corner, waiting for a chance to go. All of the guests had their backs turned, so I figured the sooner the better.


"Go!" I whispered. We both ran around the cabinet as quickly as possible, and luckily, we made it with ease.


"Well, that wasn't such a big deal." I said to Colin. We hopped up the stairs, and around the hall to my room.


I opened the doors into my bathroom and started digging furiously through my drawers for my concealer. Colin had stopped short back in my bedroom, and was looking around amusedly.


I found the stick of concealer, and smeared it on the bruise. It covered it up no problem, and I mentally praised the wonder that was makeup.


I walked back to Colin, who looked at me with a bit of disappointment on his face.


"What?" I asked.


"I don't know, I guess it's just sad to see you hide my work. You know..." he purred, walking over to me casually. "We could finish what we started. After all, we are in your bedroom..."


At this I felt slightly uncomfortable. I had met him this afternoon. Yes, I enjoyed our fling downstairs, but I was nowhere near ready for anything past that. Especially with somebody I wasn't even committed to.


He must have seen it in my face, and started to speak, but was quickly interrupted.


"Kaylee - "


His words were cut short by a scream from downstairs. I heard yelling, and calls for somebody to get help.


Immediately, I was out of my room like a racehorse, Colin right behind me. I flew down the front stairs, to see people flocking to the gallery. I grabbed a phone off the receiver sitting on a table and rushed into the crowd. I heard somebody say my name, making me push even more frantically.


"Kaylee! Where's Kaylee?!" I recognized the voice as Gram's closest friend, Donna Smithers.


"Mrs. Smithers! I'm here! Let me through, please!" I screamed wildly, shoving through people. Once they realized who I was, and where I needed to go, they started clearing for me.

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