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"first day of senior year"
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connie's house
jean tracked your line of sight, but, much to his exasperation, your fabricated alibi had already vanished into the crowd.
"where the hell did he go?"
without waiting for an answer, he plunged into the dense throng of partygoers. dodging a pool game, he pushed through wobbling dancers and headed for the back doorr, determined to reach the mysterious figure.
"jean! wait!"
street
in the open air, the brisk morning breeze hit you as you finally caught up with jean.
the front of the house wasn't any less chaotic than inside. people were making out, bodies entangled in a jumbled display that completely obstructed the entrance. groups of individuals huddled together, holding red cups, their glazed views and boisterous chatter making it clear that the september cold wasn't bothering them in the slightest.
but you ignored all of it, your attention entirely on the stranger you were chasing.
the man was already at his motorbike, securing his helmet with practised ease that suggested this wasn't his first time making a quick exit.
the bike itself was a sleek, powerful machine, its black surface gleaming ominously under the streetlights. it was so meticulously polished that it reflected everything around it.
"hey, you!" jean's shout shattered the silence as he descended the steps to the sidewalk.
the rider paused, casting a glance that was far from welcoming. his expression was unreadable, marked by a cool detachment.
you felt paralysed.
it was as if he had walked straight out of a different world, one far more intense and unforgiving than the one you were used to. you forced yourself to hold his gaze, even though every instinct screamed at you to look away.
