The Sound a Wolf Cries

05: Chandelier

(Lincoln Ryan to the right)

05: Chandelier

Haven wasn't in the mood for partying, more like just drinking as the party lived on without the emptiness of herself. She filled her plastic cup to the tippity-top where the beer threatened to spill out, but she didn't care it tasted like shit anyways and it wasn't like the Keg boy was charging either.

Hazel, on the other hand, had been living it up. Boys of all sorts of shades of skin, eyes and hair kept begging to get her a drink and speak to her, and oh, how she couldn't resist it with that flirtatious tongue and dangerous lips especially of this one special boy whispering sweet nothings into her ears. It was then she didn't understand how Haven didn't love this, how she couldn't live for the party when there was so much love, lights and happiness all around her.

"I'm gonna go pee," Hazel told Haven, who had been staring off into a space unfocused and unable to register her sisters words.

"Okay."

It occurred to Haven that Clint had vanished long ago which it made her heart sink, he was the reason why she went to this dumb place. Why she tolerated Julie Davis and her idioticness and all.

"What are you doing all by yourself, Jameson?" a voice questions; his tone is thick and husky and merely reeks of alcohol unlike hers that is probably prominent. And when she looks up at him, she sees that messy black hair, his icy blue eyes and pale skin- it was strange, to see him like this, the tired look in his eyes he captivated so oddly and transfixed.

"Living for parties, you know me, Ryan," Haven shrugged her shoulders as she leaned upon the browned shaded wall of the Julie Davis' people filled hallway. Haven wasn't in the mood for fighting or dealing with pestering of Lincoln Ryan's smart remarks and it seemed like he wasn't in the mood to give them either.

He mimicked her action, absent mindly, placing his back against the wall directly next her, "This party is a kill." And Haven notices the lost gaze in his ocean eyes, she didn't understand why he was being nearly... sympathetic?

"I agree, it doesn't help Julie is a bitch," Haven clears her throat in the confession and brings the cup to her lips for another sip- it was already her fifth beer and she could feel the buzz that hummed upon her skin, hoping that Lincoln wouldn't know, but knowing him... he could probably sense it with his talents.

"Yeah," he hushed. The silence between them was thickening and it sort of made Haven uncomfortable in some form. She was too use to the constant bickering and the arguing that even Lincoln could feel the burning need to call for more topics.

"I'm sorry about that," he said randomly as a few girls walked back the halls eyeing him up and down, but he didn't give into those pestering lusty eyes.

"About what?" she questioned, feeling her wrist burn in remembrance as she made eye contact with the girls passing- green, she noted.

"Snatching your wrist like that... Haven, don't take it personal," he faces her this time. "There's... this part of me, that can't sort of handle... rejection?" he searches for the lost words on his tongue with odd faces that gave him more of a personality than before. And Haven looks at him- really looks at him as it were for the first time and sees that maybe, he wasn't such a bad guy that he just didn't know how to handle some things.

It was then Haven couldn't help but smile at him, it was a sincere apology and probably the first Lincoln had ever given in his whole life and at that Haven wanted to laugh. But right then, the one and only hawk like Julie Davis caught the eyes of Haven, they were suspicious and full of fire.