How I Saved Harley Matthews

Chapter Fifteen: This Isn't the Deal

Bass thundered though my body, vibrating everything so much, my teeth hummed against each other. My ears were slowly deafening with each minute the song ticked on.

I squeeze in between two girls grinding vigorously and stumbled onto the carpeted staircase. My entire body was coated in a thin layer of sweat that clung to my skin. The air smelled musty and of stale alcohol.

A slightly buzzed man stumbled past me, dragging a female with him. She was giggling and by the looks of it, they weren't just going up stairs for a friendly talk.

I had been though this entire house twice, and I have yet to discover Harley's whereabouts. Ella had abandoned me long ago to find Jason, and I haven't even see a glimpse of Frazer.

By luck I felt my phone vibrate in my palm as I clutched it tightly for fear it might leap out of my tiny pocket. I'd asked Emma for advice on what to wear tonight and knowing her, she picked out the least amount of clothing to cover my body.

I know exactly why now, not to show off everything, to attempt to keep a normal body temperature in this jam packed house.

My eyes skimmed the my bright phone screen closely. I had to hold it with both hands to keep it from shanking to the beat of the music.

An unknown number was stretched across the top of my message. In the middle of the screen was a picture of me standing next to the stairwell. I instantly looked up, but this picture could have been taken from anywhere.

Influenced teens danced everywhere from sofas to table tops gliding easily with the music. Nobody stood still enough to capture a photo.

Suddenly the ground disappeared from underneath my feet, and I came face to face with a plain dark blue t-shirt.

"Your taxi service has arrived! Next stop, Mr. Matthews location." Frazer yelled over the barreling music.

He began trotting down the stairs and weaving in and out between phsciotic teens.

"Sorry... Excuse us... My bad... Sorry." I mumbled to everyone we bumped into.

Finally we reached the kitchen which was far more illuminated than the rest of the house. The tile returned to my feet, and I skimmed the new scenery.

Harley stood across from me in a basic dark purple v-neck, and for once, I could see most of his arms above the elbows. But as always, he wore denim jeans with the expensive pre washed look.

He was leaning against the white marble bar with his arms crossed against his chest. "You showed," He said as his eyes grazed over me. "Nice outfit." He commented, and I glanced down.

I wore white ripped shorts and a basic blue purple ombré tank top complete with white horizontal stripes around it. My shoes of choice, white low top Converse of course.

"Thank you..." I mumbled as I met his stare.

"Well down to business!" He grinned as he clapped.

In one stride he crossed the space between us and held a small cup in front of my face holding what seemed to be green jello.

"As owner of this dare, this night belongs to me. You will do everything I tell you to until midnight, and you win. Pass up one, and you fail... again." He added after a moment. "I will accept all outcomes of tonight on my behalf. But don't worry, you're in great hands, I promise." By the end of his speech he was smirking waiting for me to take the cup.

"Is that jello?" I asked, and Frazer chuckled to the left of me.

"Sure?" Harley said, pushing it closer to me.