Endless Collisions ⚜ McCall

8. How Not to House-Sit

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"Derek is going to KILL me!"

I stood at the top of the stairs, my eyes scanning over the mass of teenagers partying in my brother's loft- which I was supposed to watch. "He can never know about this." I added on. I have so many questions that I need so many answers for and I'm not sure who I'm supposed to get them from. How did they even know Derek was out of town? How did Danny even get this place?

Just as I asked myself that question, my mind retraced back into bumping into one of the twins. I may not be Einstein, but it doesn't take a lot for me to figure out that Aiden listened in on my call and then somehow told Danny that this loft was free.

Freakin' Aiden.

I was in complete disbelief as Scott, Stiles, Kira and I descended down the stairs. I must admit, it was a kick-ass party.. but I just can't grasp my hold around the fact that it's actually happening. We all watched as a drunk Flora and tipsy Ava made her way to us, pressing a sweet and short kiss onto Stiles' cheek. "Happy Halloween." Ava sang as she once again got sucked into the crowd, leaving Stiles to follow.

What the hell, Ava and Flora knew that it was here too?

"The two lovebirds made it!" Flora cheered as she held both Scott and my arms up. I smiled sheepishly, shoving her playfully. "Hey Yukimara, you look nervous! Maybe you should come with me." Flora smirked as Kira's once timid smile turned into a full and bright one. We both watched as they disappeared into the crowd, just like Ava and Stiles did.

"What you did tonight was awesome." Scott's voice rang through my ear as I turned towards him, struggling to keep up with him. This was only my second party. The first was Heather's, but the crowd here is ten times bigger than Heather's, may she rest in peace. I felt warm fingers interlock with mine, instantly realizing that they were Scott's fingers.

"Oh, it was nothing." I replied, laughing shortly as I felt my body beginning to move to the electronic music that was pumping through the room. I'm not 100% sure that Scott heard my words because his eyes were trailed onto something across from him, as if he was stuck in the moment. I let my eyes follow the track he was gazing in, and it landed right onto Allison, who was also staring at him.

I have never thought of anything between the two of them, except for that one time the two of them were in the closet. Since then, I haven't had my suspicion until now. It's as if they're having an internal conversation with each other, a conversation that I'm not involved in.  I felt the smile falter off my face as I slipped my hand out of Scott's hold, squeezing my way through the crowd filled with painted bodies and alcohol-filled cups.

I found myself in the far corner of the room, observing how much fun each teen was having, totally oblivious to the other worlds that occur around them. It won't take long until Scott realizes that I managed to slip away from his hold during his stare off with Allison. Though they probably were together, it didn't seem like a love-filled stare, more like an accepting stare. Either way, I still felt left out in the dark.

During all of my thinking, my paranoia seeped into my mind somehow and every now and again, it would feel as if something was right behind me, peeking over my shoulder. Almost immediately after thinking it, the sound of snarling crept up behind me as I noticed an eerily familiar puddle of black fog form at the bottom of my feet, leaving me to scramble away from my position.

I found myself pushing through a heavy door that led to a series of stairs. I didn't dare to look back, afraid that whatever might be chasing me, might just finally devour me. It felt as if I was in a dream all over again, getting chased by that black fog with the two neon green dots. Without a doubt, that image will forever be scarred in my mind and I won't know how to get rid of it. The stairs led out to the top of the roof where I found myself alone. Something tells me that my best bet was to stay inside of my brother's loft, where I was surrounded by a huge mass of partying people.