Phoenix

Chapter 3

When they arrived at the pool, Kris spotted Phyre's red hair a mile away. Aaron was talking with a friend of hers from school, Jem and his girlfriend, Aj, his arm slung casually around Phyre's shoulders, as she leaned against him, giggling with Aj and another girl, all 5 of them with drinks in their hands. Jem was an mixed blood African American, and appeared the strong silent type, but fun to be around when you got him going. Kris walked over confidently. When Phyre caught sight of her, she stumbled over clearly drunk, barreling into Anu and Kris,

"Kris! Anu! You made it!" Kris laughed and returned the hug, as Anu asked slightly horrified,

"Are you drunk?" Everyone laughed, as Kris replied,

"Don't worry we'll all be in an hour." Anu nodded meekly, as Phyre started talking animatedly with Aj, with Aaron clutching her close, both his arms around her. Kris and Jem chest bumped each other in greeting, as Kris asked,

"S'up?" Jem shrugged then replied impishly,

"Nothin much, just waiting for you to arrive." Kris Chesire grinned,

"Of course." Aj smiled shyly, she was a sweet semi-goth girl with black hair streaked purple, and was into the color black and death, but she was pretty cool. Her and Jem were pretty different, but love works in mysterious ways, and they were cute together, and had been together for 3 years since Freshman year. She replied in a soft but happy voice, as she gripped Jem's hand,

"Hey Kris." Kris opened her mouth to respond, when she was suddenly slung over someone's shoulder as they spun her around then set her down. Her eyes' reignited at the sight of her best guy friend, he was the ultimate partier,

"Dean!" He grinned, his green eyes' sparkling, as he slung his arms around her shoulders,

"Ready to get this party started?" Her eyes' sparked with excitement and replied,

"You know it." 

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Time was pretty inconsequential. After Dean had saw her, they all went inside, got more drinks, high jacked the microphone, and got the party started. After about a half hour they were all drunk on vodka and beer, as they danced and screamed the chorus of the various songs being sang, jumping up and down. Sometime into the night, Phyre and Aaron disappeared upstairs, Aj and Jem left the party because Aj had a curfew, and Rispah turned up with a cute blonde, who was named Sara, no Shelly, no.... Sherry, thats it Sherry. 

When Kris became aware of time, she was screaming the words to "What Does the Fox Say" with Sherry, Anu, Rispah, Zayn, Dean, Phyre, and Aaron, who had returned, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, no need to ask what happened there. Kris, Dean, and Zayn were on their 4th drink, Anu on her 2nd, Rispah and Phyre on their 6th, near passing out, and Sherry and Aaron were on their third. When the song finished, Kris felt a cold darkness silently slide over her skin, as she jolted completely alert, looking around. It felt as if the world slowed, as she looked over the crowd, the cold causing goose bumps to erupt over her skin, while everyone jumped up and down drunk and dancing around her, then the cold feeling went away, and the world sped up. She yelled at her friends,

"Going to get another drink," Dean and Zayn nodded, as they all continued on. Kris pushed her way through the crowd, needing to separate herself from the crowd, the stifling heat filled with alcohol, testosterone, and hormones aplenty. She pushed herself out the door, and took a walk down the street. Zayn's house was near the docks, so there were plenty of places to have some alone time. She walked down to near the water, and sat on the dock, her feet dangling over the edge. She wasn't drunk, she was physically incapable of getting drunk off human drinks, they didn't have Essence in them therefore they were of not harm to her, nor did they lower her mental capacity with intoxication. She wished they did though, it would be nice for once, to be able to forget all her worries, to let go of her facade and just be herself, but that probably wasn't a good idea, not so close to her Awakening. Suddenly from behind her a voice whispered incredulously,

"Khrystyna?" It had been a long time since she had heard that name, and the only reason that someone would call her that, or would even know that name was if they were sent to take her back. She was not going back, not to that hellhole. On instinct, she whipped out a dagger from under her jeans, threw it in the direction of the voice. There was no sound of impact, as her eyes' landed on the smiling figure, who clutched the dagger she had thrown, having caught it right before it impaled him. Her eyes' widened,

"Cyrus?" It was her brother.

Sorry its so short, but I had to leave you a a cliffhanger, what type of writer would I be if I didn't! I know I love you all too, chow!