Four Hearts

Chapter 6

Cedric
He rushed to fix his hair in the bathroom. Why'd I have to fall asleep? I'm gonna be so late. Cedric runs out the door of his room, notepad in hand to shout directions. The stairs and halls are empty. The closer he got to the 'party room', as his pad called it, the louder the halls got. He started to see other people who were lingering in the hallway. Some of them were talking with friends in a quieter area. Others were just making out where they thought no one could see them.

There was one girl Cedric saw who was by herself, leaning against the entranceway of the party room. Her jet black hair was tied in a low ponytail. She kept her green eyes moving, scanning every corner of the room as if she was hiding something. Her arms were behind her. She's wearing a lacy top with black skinny jeans and leather boots. Something was up with her, but Cedric was too focused on not being late to the first thing on his schedule. That would be embarrassing. Yet, he still kept his eye on her, just in case.

The girl notices Cedric walking down the middle of the hallway. She brought up her arm, a brown ball in her hand. What it was, Cedric didn't know. What he did know was that she was throwing it at him. He was able to move out of the way. The ball broke as soon as it slammed on the ground. Cedric gagged at the smell that it produced. It was as if someone had puked into a full diaper and left it out in the hot sun.

She was trying to hit me with that thing, Cedric thinks. The thought begins to send him into a rage. Was she trying to make me smell like that? That asshole! Cedric glares at the girl as he puts things together; his hands were slowly turning into fists.

"Crap! I missed!" the girl shouts.

"You're gonna pay for that!" Cedric replies before darting off in her direction.

Scared of what Cedric would do, the girl runs into the party room, using her slim figure to squeeze in between any people. Unlucky for her, this usually leads to those people making a path. A path that was large enough for Cedric to pass through with ease. The chase had begun, and he wasn't about to let the girl get away under any circumstance.

Milena
She sat close to the stage. Far away from the drink bar and buffet tables where she could happily snack on strawberries and rolls. Her plate was filled with samples of the various dishes that were offered at the buffet table. She was certain that later in the night she would be going back to get more of the rolls covered in a honey glaze. The tables were large enough to seat ten, five per bench, one bench on each side. Still, some had such enormous friend groups that instead of sitting, people are standing around full tables and have no sign of moving soon. This, plus her lack of friends at Ravenwood, meant Milena was sitting by herself.

"Um, is this table taken?"

Milena looks up from her plate to see Zain awkwardly holding a plate with little food and his notepad underneath it.

She smiles, "Yes, by me and you."

Zain tilts his head to the side and doesn't move an inch. Milena sighs, "Yes, you can sit here."

He then beams as he slides onto the bench across from her. Without a word, he starts to eat as if Milena no longer existed. Just as her parents' would do during mealtimes. A small greeting and she would no longer be acknowledged until she excused herself. That's when she noticed that Zain had brought no silverware with him and was eating everything with his hands. First he doesn't recognize a staircase, and now he eats with his fingers, how strange.

"So, where are you from?" Milena's asks, tired of the silence between them.

Zain looked up at her with wide eyes. He sat up in his chair and wiped his mouth on his sleeve before answering, "I don't know."