9 | D r i n k U p
Mitch’s back was pressed firmly against the wall; he had his right leg drawn up and his arms folded against his chest. Nate sat across from him in the swivel chair with his legs dangling casually over the side. He held a cigarette in between his fingers.
“Well,” Nate drawled, “That party was a bust.”
“How so?” Mitch questioned, raising a skeptical brow.
Nate took a long drag of his cigarette. “The new guy isn’t the best party host in the world and some chick showed up dead.”
Confused, Mitch pushed himself off the wall and leaned in closer. “What did you just say?”
“A girl,” he said slowly, “she died.”
Mitch rubbed his temples. “Are you listening to what you’re saying? A girl died?”
Nate’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and then he grinned. “Yep, a high school student.”
“Why are you so nonchalant about this?”
Nate shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, it sucks that she’s dead because she was great in bed. It’s just that I’m used to girls like her dying, you know? Those things always happen in the movies.”
“What does?” a female voice joined the conversation.
“Hey there, Gracie,” Nate exclaimed, turning around to face her.
“Hello Nate.” She waved two bottles of beer in her hands and walked over to Mitch. “Here you go.” She handed him the bottle.
He took it gratefully and snaked his arms around Grace’s waist, pulling her closer to him. He leaned down and connected his lips with hers.
The kiss was brief, but they were both aware of how much emotion it carried.
“Where’s my love?” Nate questioned.
Grace smiled knowingly and sauntered over to Nate. She plopped down on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a kiss.
The piercing ring of Grace’s phone caused them all to jump in surprise. She grabbed it off the computer desk and pressed it to her ear. “Hello?”
“What the hell is going on?”
Grace sighed at the sound of Vanessa’s concerned voice. “Nothing, why?”
“I am outside of Aiden’s house and there is police tape everywhere. What happened?”
“Perhaps you should ask him that,” Grace replied tiredly as she played with Nate’s curls.
“Grace,” Vanessa inquired.
“Look, he threw a party last night. I wasn’t there. Maybe something stupid happened and you’re overreacting. I bet everything is fine.”
“Aiden threw a party? Why would he do that? He’s definitely not the party type.”
“I don’t know,” she said firmly, “Okay, you figure it out on your own.”
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Diaries of the Dead
Mystery / ThrillerAiden Walker believes in himself. After all, he is the only person he can depend on considering his parents sent him away and his legal guardian died of cancer. Due to his difficult upbringing, making friends was a skill that never came easily to hi...
