Promise Me..

Chapter 2

My sister dragged me next door. As we walked on the sidewalk, pulsing music could be heard from the neighbors house. Outlines of people could be seen through the window. Solo cups, cigarette butts, beer bottles, and the occasional sock were strewn across the yard.

     Harley knock hard on the door. A tall blond kid with hazel eyes opened the door. He had to have been waiting by the door to have heard my sister knocking the music was so loud.

     "My dear Harley! I thought you were never going to make it!" He exclaimed in a British accent.

     My sister blushed. SHE BLUSHED! "Sorry, it took my sister here forever to get ready."

     I rolled my eyes. He looked at me smiled. Showing off a set of perfectly straight and while teeth. Then turned his attention back to my sister, "Well party's inside."

     He grabbed her hand and led us inside. We were led into the entrance hall. People mingled around barely dancing to a T-Pain song. The smell of alcohol filled the air. I turned to ask my sister if I could go home, but when o turned around they were gone. I managed to catch a glimpse of my sisters heels just as the disappeared at the top of the stairs. I rolled my eyes and pushed my way into the living room.

     The room was thick with smoke. It was dark and strobe lights offered the only source of light.

   

     Eventually I found the kitchen. It was empty,  except for a couple that left when I entered. I breathed in deeply. The air was so much cleaner. I wasn't a smoker and the air in the living room was suffocating me.

     I went over to one of the many coolers lining the wall and grabbed a bottle of beer. I popped the top and took a sip. I hated beer, but it was better then nothing.

     I went over to the counter and cleared off a spot then hoisted myself onto it.

     A Beyonce song came on when a boy with layer black hair burst through the door. "Anthoney and these horrible songs!" He went to a keg and pumped himself a drink, drank it, then fixed himself another one. When he was on his third I cleared my throat. He turned and looked at me in startled surprise.

     I blushed, "I'm sorry."

     He smiled, "It's fine," he sighed, "I hate this type of music."

     I nodded, "Me too."

     He made a face, "Then what are you doing here?"

     I shrugged. "Good question. Could ask you the same thing."

     He smiled, "Touche. I'm Miles."

    I shook his hand, "Lydia."

     "That's a pretty name."

     I blushed again.

     "So," he started after an awkward silence, "I see you have good taste in music." He pointed at my shirt.

    "You like Ghost Town?"

     He made a mocking surprised face, "Duh!"

     I laughed, "Well they are great. One of my favorite bands."

     He nodded, "Same. Do you mind if I join you?"

He pointed the spot on counter next to me.

     "Not at all."

     He jumped up next to me. He smelt like Old Spice and weed. The smell made my heart tingle. With him this close to me, I noticed that he had hazel eyes. They were outlined in black eye liner. He also wore snake bites and he had his ears stretched.

     "So you're new in town? I've never seen you before."

     I nodded. "Yeah. Just moved in 3 days ago. Next door."

     He raised his eyes brows and took a sip of his beer, "Is that so? Why'd you move here? If you don't mind me asking."

     "Not at all. My parents... They're scientist, and they're doing so research on a lake on town."

     He nodded, "Ah, you must be talking about Kings Man Lake."

      I shrugged, "I guess."

      "Well-"

     A blond-haired girl in a too tight cheer leading outfit stormed into the room. "Miles! Where the he have you been? I have been looking all over for you! I want to go home!"

     He sighed, "Amber. I'll take you home in a little bit."

     She stamped her foot, "No! I want to go home now!!"

     He jumped off the counter and said, "Find someone else to take you home then. I'm having a conversation!"

     She gasped like he had suggest they commit homicide together, "As if! You are my boyfriend and you're suppose to do things like this for me! Now take me home! Or would you rather stay and talk to this skank." She pointed at me with a manicured fingernail.

     Miles's face went red. "Amber don't say that about her! You don't even know her!"

     "And neither do you!!! Just take me home!!"

     He huffed, "Fine, go wait by the car. I'll be out in a minute." She smiled as if she'd one a battle and skipped out of the room.

    Miles turned to me and sighed, "I'm sorry about her."

     I shrugged, "Its fine. But are you sure you should be driving?"

     He smiled, "Don't worry about it. How about this," he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and grabbed a pen off the counter, "Text me tomorrow to see if I survived. Kay?"

     He handed me the paper and hugged me quickly the ran out of of he room.

I ended up leaving the party at around 12. I went home and went to bed.