Seas Between

Chapter Two

As we walked into the party we got quite a few odd looks.

I'd like to think that it was because we looked amazing, but I knew better.
Cleao and I don't go to Corington high school, yet we showed up at a party filled with only Corington high schoolers.

I felt uncomfortable the moment I walked into the party. I mostly kept to myself, with a planned escape route in case things went south.

Cleao on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She found a group of boys to talk with and looked as though she was enjoying herself.

Playing the role of her wingwoman, I was scanning the crowd for the damn wide receiver that she never shuts up about.

After almost ten minutes, I found him.
He had blonde, curly hair that was shorter on the sides to define his well sculpted jawline. It was clear he was the comedian of the group, as people were constantly laughing at the things he said. He had dimples and as much as it killed me to admit it, he was very cute.

What wasn't cute was the girl plastered to his side, and the arm he had resting on her shoulders.

Dammit Cleao! You had to go after the one with a girlfriend.

Desperate in order to keep Cleao from finding the awful scene in person, I ran to the corner and hid behind a plant so I could call her and break it to her gently.

As I brought the phone up to my ear the plant rustled and a boy poked his head around the side.

Actually, scratch that, he looked more like a man than a boy.

He had dark brown hair that was casually swept to the side, and light green eyes that squinted accusingly at me as I stared in shock.

"Uh I was just watering the plant back here, that's all," I excused myself cheerfully as I hung up the phone and hurriedly walked away.

A large hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Without any water? Do you do this at all the parties you go to?"

The amusement in his face was annoying me.

I raised my eyebrow and plastered a sarcastic smile on my face. "Just the boring ones." I had to look up to see his reaction because, naturally, he had to be tall to go along with his good looks.

Curse people with good genes.

His eyes gleamed with a challenge and he grinned widely. "Then I guess it's my job as the party's host to show you a good time."

"I hate to pass, but I'm going to have to. I'm uh- a bit preoccupied. Besides, I don't know you."

"Well I'll bet I can remedy that. I'm Jack. You?" He took a step closer and leaned in. His body heat radiated off him and he smelled like t

"I'm not so sure I want to tell you my name."

"Ouch that hurts sugar," he brought his hand to his chest.

"Okay, now you're starting to become annoying. I really need to go," I glanced around the room quickly to see if Cleao was around.

"But we just met, sugar. Don't leave me here to fend for myself. At least give me a name," he bargained.

There she was. Cleao was walking towards the corner where the wide receiver was. I tried to hurry over, but it was useless. The minute Cleao saw the girl, her eyes welled up and she fled.

I went after her, but with little success. There were a lot of people, and I was struggling to make my way through the crowd.

Pushing past a group of drunk and rowdy boys, I could hear Jack following close behind me.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around again, only to be met with a fierce glare from myself.

"Where are you going, sugar? Don't pull a Cinderella on me," he joked.

"Right now isn't a good time. There will probably never be a good time. Don't call me Cinderella either. My name is Grace," I said, before running after my broken-hearted best friend.