Midnight Grey

Chapter 3 Party

My eyes have been pealed open for Kyle. As if for some reason I believe I'll keep running into him. Though I don't. This is why I kept the bandage on my hand, to let me know he wasn't an illusion. The only other conformation I have of my sanity is the piece of paper he wrote his number on. At times, like today, I sit on our black leather couch and stare at it. Wondering until the numbers become a hazy fog if I should call him. What would happen?

The outfit Megan bought me is something I should have expected. The slim pants are a pair of Silver jeans I will never wear after tonight. The top she purchased is black with lacey ties running all down the front and a sharp, v-cut neckline revealing thankfully no cleavage.

The party is crowded and just as Megan had informed me, everyone is here. The house is packed with people, and I'm stuck against the wall wondering how I can even breathe.

I became separated from Megan, alone, trying to get a glimpse of her beyond the crowd dancing to the loud music. She is with Matt attempting to impress him in a game of beer pong.

She throws a ball and the people around her seem to instantly multiply so my view of her is blocked. Now nothing can distract me from my claustrophobia of the room, how my space is disappearing.

The air has become thick. If I don't get out soon, I'll suffocate.

I repel off the wall and weave my way through the crowd to the front door. Turning the golden knob, I exit the house and step onto the porch. Collapsing back onto to the door shutting it, I let out the air that was trapped in my lungs and begin to breathe easier.

I walk down the white, wooden steps and above me the sky's beauty puts me in a trance pulling me forward and blocks out the deafening music. It's clear of any clouds, and the dark midnight sky is filled with thousands of jewels. The moon reflects its glowing, pale light down onto my fair skin, which does not have much more pigment.

Before I know it I'm at the edge of the property still gazing upward.

The hushed music goes up to full volume as someone opens the door. "This party is a bust, I'm leaving," he says in a deep, gruff voice reclosing the door behind him. When I turn, his dark figure is in the air, jumping over the couple of steps from the porch to the sidewalk. With his feet firmly planted on his skateboard he bends his knees and slightly raises his arms. The board curves over the steps like its moving over an invisible wave and lands on the concrete with a loud crack.

His foot pushes himself on the skateboard down the walkway. As the wheels spin, the slow scratching on the cement sounds like the static sound on the radio, but keeps getting cut off by quick pops, when the board goes over the cracks.

He is a guy of average build wearing baggy jeans, a white cap slanted backwards and a black shirt with white symbols. His eyes are guarded; they stare on ahead, refusing to glance anywhere else.

A girl quickly opens the door behind him and comes out. She's the one that was talking to Kyle. "Austin, don't go...the party is really fun, I promise." Her tone is soft like a whimpering whisper. She is petite in every way possible. Short brown hair cut to a little below her chin and curled out. Her small face is oval and her tiny nose comes to a point at the end.

The sharp features tighten around Austin's face, from his eyes to his defined jaw, but his hand waves back like he is shoeing away a fly as he keeps moving forward.

The door opens again and Kyle comes through. My heart drops to the ground as fast as the skateboard hit the cement. I want to go up and talk to him, but my voice is caught in my throat.