Between Two

Chapter 4

I could definitely not handle this party. There were drunk people everywhere.

"Um... I don't know, Tara, maybe we should just go home." Tara shook her head, excitedly bouncing up and down.

She grabbed my hand pulling me after her. She wasn't wearing much, just a short, tight dress that had no backing to it. There was a huge difference between Tara and I. I don't feel comfortable wearing dresses even though I would love to wear them. I just never feel I look good in them. Instead I'm wearing black combat boots and ripped black jeans with a white, long sleeved top, topped off with a cropped leather jacket.

"Do we ring the doorbell or do we just... okay." Tara pulled open the door, shoving me in before slamming it shut behind me.

I glanced around, biting my lip as I took in everything that was happening. People dancing, couples making out, some already passed out and others drinking.

"Aviana, you made it! I wasn't sure you were going to keep your promise." Chris walked up to me, a carefree smile on his face.

"Wow, we're matching." He tugged at my jacket and I looked him over.

He was wearing black jeans with a white t-shirt and a leather jacket along with black Vans. I smiled while Tara nudged me in the side.

"I don't know if I should be amazed or creeped out." Chuckling, he grabbed my hand and started pulling me after him.

"I'm gonna steal her from you for a while." Tara shrugged, giving him a thumbs up before winking at me.

I didn't want to leave her alone but Tara was smart and very social so she'd be fine. I trusted her to make good, smart decisions.

Chris led me to the kitchen, grabbing a cup, "What do you want? I can make you a drink or-"

"Just a soda, please." He nodded, turning towards the fridge.

I glanced around, spotting Jonah taking shots with a couple girls. His eyes met mine and he smiled, immediately making his way towards me.

"You made it." I nodded, looking up while Chris handed me a soda.

"Don't take a drink from anyone else besides me and Jonah. Don't even leave your drink unattended. We may have went to school with these people for years but we don't know what they might do." I took the drink from Chris, giving him a slight nod while Jonah told me to be careful.

"So, what do you usually do at these parties?" Chris shrugged while Jonah got a wide smile on his face.

"Well, you obviously get drunk, dance, do stupid shit." I laughed, shaking my head at him, occasionally glancing towards Chris.

"You wanna do that?" I shook my head again,  not up for that. I'm not usually very social, total opposite of Jonah.

"Or you can just sit back and observe like boring ass over here." Jonah motioned towards Chris causing him to laugh.

"I think I'd rather sit back and observe." Chris threw his arm across the back of my shoulders, pulling me in close.

"Avi has common sense, so, we'll be boring and just observe." Jonah snorted, giving us a salute.

"Have fun, don't get in too much trouble." Chris flipped him off, a small smile lighting up his features as Jonah walked away.

"Let's go somewhere away from everybody." I nodded, following Chris out of the kitchen.

I wasn't much like Jonah, I wasn't the type to go out and socialize or get drunk, but I don't think I was like Chris either. Chris was quiet, observing everyone around us, occasionally glancing at girls who eyed him. He'd wink, bite his lip while looking them up and down. He was flirty, I wasn't. It didn't really bother me though, it's not like he went up to them.

"Where are you taking me?" Chris glanced my way, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Somewhere less crowded, unless you want to stay down here?" I quickly shook my head, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

He smiled, leading me up the stairs. I wasn't up to pushing my way through people downstairs or watch my classmates get drunk. That just wasn't me.

"How come you don't want to stay down there?" I asked, following him into a room.

He looked back at me, a small smile on his face, "I don't really like talking to people and plus, it's too crowded for me. This is more Jonah's type of thing." I nodded, watching as he pushed open a door to a balcony.

He motioned me to follow him and I did, taking a deep breath as I took in the ocean view, "Damn, it must be nice to be rich." Chris laughed, leaning his arms on the ledge.

"Yeah, I wish I could have a room like this, a view like this." I admired him for a second, staring at the sharp angle of his jaw.

"Tell me about yourself. I hardly know you." He smiled, turning so he was facing towards me.

"What do you want to know?" I shrugged, looking away from him.

"Whatever, your favorite food, color, music... your story?" Chuckling, he shook his head, looking back at the ocean.

"Well, I love pizza. Color? Hm... red. Music? I don't really have a favorite genre. My story? See, now that's a hard one." I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms.

"You sound like a generic-"

"I swear if you say white boy I'm going to have to throw you off this balcony." I scoffed, leaning against the ledge.

"A lot of people saw you bring me up here and even Jonah knows I'm with you." He rolled his eyes, looking over the edge.

"It was an accident." He winked, a playful gleam in his eye.

"You don't have to because I wasn't going to say that. You don't even look white." He bit his lip, not believing me.

Okay, he did look white but, he couldn't blame me for thinking that.

"You kind of do, with your hazel eyes and sandy brown hair." He rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face.

"Blame my dad, whoever that is." I didn't say anything, studying him for a second.

"You don't know your dad?" He stayed quiet, leaning back against the railing, clasping his hands in front of him.

"No, I've never met him. Have no idea who the hell he is. Just up and left after I was born." I had no idea what to say.

I always thought Chris had both his parents. Granted, I never really knew him but now that I'm actually getting a chance to know him, I want to know more. I want to be there for him, be his friend. That's if he'd let me get close.