Star Crossed

Chapter 3 - Anthony

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter! This one's pretty intense, so get ready!

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Chapter 3

Anthony

1:47. The seconds ticked away as I stared at the clock nervously, wondering what I was even going to say to her when the time came. Skylar and I both knew that we kissed for way longer than we needed too, but neither of us made any effort to stop it until she pulled away. I barely even knew this girl and she already caused my head to spin in circles. Everything came so naturally with her, it's like we've been friends for ages, but I still couldn't figure it out. She comes up to me and invites me to this party, but then she's the one who pulls away. I could have gladly kept going. I don't doubt that some clothes would have definitely come of had we been alone for longer, but the real question was: did she feel the same way?

1:52. I walked over to the kitchen near the keg, feeling my shiny black shoes sticking to the ground, making a squelching sound every time I lifted my leg. I looked around the cooler and eventually found a bottle of beer inside. The water slid down the brown glass and dripped off the bottom, leaving a few darker spots on the jacket of my tux. I quickly popped the top off and took a large swig. I needed liquid courage for whatever was about to come. I don't know why I was so nervous. In the few short days I've known Skylar, she has never, not once made me this anxious.

1:59. I made my way to the back of the house, slowly sauntering along, feeling the alcohol run through my veins. I had a pretty high tolerance, but I knew stronger effects would kick in as soon as I opened the third bottle. She came into view as I rounded the corner. Her little devil horns were off, probably discarded somewhere in the house and her complicated choker from earlier in the night was nowhere to be seen.

I stumbled over to her and sat down on the stairs. She turned around and I immediately reached into my pocket for my car keys.

"Have you had anything to drink?" I cautiously asked, trying to keep my eyes in focus.

"No."

"Then here," I handed her my black Mercedes Benz keys, instantly feeling better that I at least made one smart sober decision.

"Smart," She looked relieved as she sat down next to me, giving her black stilettos an accidental kick in the process.

"I try," I laughed. Maybe it was the 55 ounces of beer coursing through my system, but I swear it felt like we sat in silence for at least 10 minutes.

I looked around at the part of the house I could still see. There were still a decent amount of people left, but most of them, like Skylar, had stripped themselves of the annoying accessories that came with their flashy costumes in attempt to get more comfortable.

"We need to talk about what happened," She finally muttered, not looking me in the eyes.

"Agreed," I nodded, feeling myself slightly sober up. Again, silence. I was about to say something, but she beat me to it.

"We can't talk about or do that ever again," She said, this time giving me direct eye contact. I felt a tiny string in my heart rip, but I ignored it. That feeling is new and I don't want to find out what it is.

"I know. I-I'm sorry. I only did it because-"

"I know. Because of Crystal," She nodded and turned away. I couldn't see her face so I couldn't read her expression, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't good. "Promise you won't say anything to anyone?"

"Yes. Yeah, of course," I immediately agreed. I didn't know what she was so worried about, but clearly it meant a lot to her that I didn't say anything.