It was 4:00. Charlie would be here in an hour, so I decided to get ready. I remember he had said nothing fancy, so I picked out a pair of jeans, fishnet tights, and a black long-sleeve crop top. I did my hair and makeup. 4:50. I sat on my bed, waiting for Charlie to arrive.
I heard him honk at 5:02. I ran down stairs and slipped on my black combat boots.
"Where you going?" My mom asked behind me.
"A party" I replied, waiting for her to ask who's.
"Alright," She answered, not caring. "Don't come home late." She obviously knew I would be coming home late, but she only said this to seem like a good mother. I think she too, wanted to hold on to how our family used to be, caring, before my dad left.
Charlie honked again. I almost forgot he was out there. I slammed the door and ran to his car. An obnoxious red corvette.
"You look nice." Charlie said softly
"Thanks." I replied, but I really didn't care what he thought. Not to sound rude, but I just wasn't into him.
We drove for a while, until we finally arrived to Bryan's house. We parked in front. Music was blasting, and I could see there were lots of people already inside. There were tons of cars, but the first one I saw was a black corvette. Dean? I thought absentmindedly, as Charlie locked arms with me. It couldn't be you right? You didn't even know about this party.
I walked in, feeling like I was being stared at by everyone. I could only focus on you.
"Who you lookin' for?" Charlie asked.
"No one." I lied. Where were you? Were you even here?
I left Charlie with his friends for a while. Walking away, I heard them congratulating and patting his back for taking me out. I don't know why they were so happy. It wasn't even a date. I spotted Step from behind and started to make my way over to her. I stoped when I realized who was with her. Gross, Bryan, I thought, and walked away as they started to make out. I turned around and bumped right into Charlie.
"Hey I lost you for a second." He gave me a dashing and goofy grin. He put his arm around me and pulled me close, which frankly, made me extremely uncomfortable. I went stiff, but as persistent as he is, he pulled me closer. Before I knew what he was doing, he kissed me. Hard. As his lips touched mine, and he deepened the kiss, I noticed a dark figure in the crowd of drinking teenagers. Dean. I pulled away, eager to find you.
"What's wrong?" He asked, worried.
"Nothing." I lied again. I always seemed to lie to him.
"Do you want some punch?"
"Yeah sure. Thanks" I replied. This was the perfect opportunity. I watched him walk towards the punch bowl, and I made my way to where I last saw you."Bella!" Oh no. Beth and Charlotte.
"Omg! We totally saw that!" Charlotte giggled.
"You and Charlie are so cute together!" Beth added, grinning.
"Thanks." I replied, not at all focused on them or what they were saying. I turned around to leave and bumped into a dark figure which pulled me into the dimly lit hallway."So that's the way you wanna get my attention? Because I'll let you know right now, I don't like when people play games."
"Dean..." I whispered absentmindedly.
"Yeah it's me," You replied, "Happy to see me? Or were you too busy with that guy?"
"I didn't think he would do that," I explained, my voice desperate, "I don't even like him."
"That doesn't matter know, as long as you're with me. Always." You whispered back, kissing me softly. I kissed back, and you cupped my face. Typical teenagers making out right? I broke away, needing to breathe. You smiled slyly. I was about to kiss you again when I heard something.
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THE MURDERER AND I
Mystery / ThrillerI wish I had never fallen in love with a murderer... What would you do for love? 17 year old Bella Lauder never thought she would fall in love, let alone kill for it. Sure, her life was perfect, but she didn't have it all. She longed for something m...