The blurred greens with specs of brown painted a beautiful endless and unpredictable pattern as the yellow cab drove by. Driving smoothly along the asphalt driveway, the calm could have lulled me to sleep.
It was funny how it was not the thought of being kidnapped or murdered that kept me distracted by the unfamiliar setting but instead it was the fact that my mother hadn't bothered to take me to this party. Of course, I didn't blame her for wanting to take care of her sister but...I was her daughter, her only child.Suddenly the sound of a car horn's continuous cries broke the silence. The taxi driver swerved out of the way just in time to let a huge jeep pass by. As the car went by one of the passengers pushed his upper body through an open window to flick off the taxi driver."Idiot," I commented, just as a couple motorcyclists rounded the car following the jeep.I sighed and considered going back home as a pit fell into my stomach."A word of advice, little lady," the taxi driver started as proper civilization came into view. "Don't hang out with this bunch. Bad things happen around these parts of town. It's best not to get involved in Privetel and Vicisski business," he said in a strange accent.I furrowed my brows and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. He didn't meet my stare right away, he was busy parking the car but when he finally did, I could have sworn there was a change in his features. He turned his head towards me."My money please. I don't have all day," he said impatiently. I paid him and hurriedly exited the vehicle.I stepped away from the taxi and watched it leave. There was definitely no going back now. I sighed and glanced around at my surroundings. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces and a few surprisingly familiar ones. From my observation there were Black Pond High students and White Lake High students, mingling and chatting with each other as if they were all old friends. I furrowed my brows at this strange sight."Hey baby, you wanna be my date for the night," a voice called.I resisted the urge to fiddle with my dress and to feel some kind of discomfort over a comment some sexist puta, who's GPA is probably 0.5, made. I inhaled deeply and placed my body at ease. My dress did cling to my body but not as tightly as it would seem. The material was cosy and was crocheted by Jax. Of Course at the time he'd cussed me out for wanting it to be 'a dull grey' so he added a bunch of extra material and style and then continued to ridicule it. Nevertheless it was a masterpiece that stopped at my knees and fell slightly off my shoulders.I glanced up at the house and felt intimidated but I didn't let that hinder me from walking up the steps and walking through the double doors of the manor. It was simply unacceptable for the richest man in town to have a normal front door like everyone else.The house was possibly twice the size of my aunt's. I began to wonder why rich people spend so much money on a house that they rarely sleep in. One kid with 11 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a personal theatre and why not a game room. All this of course was coming from the rich privileged girl with her own personal studio.I scrambled to get away from myself. I should at least try to converse with civilization rather than myself. I walked through the doorway directly in front of the front doors and was engulfed by a crowd. Over the chatty voices of everyone loud music echoed through the house, it was disturbing how it could not be heard from outside or even beyond the doorway but I didn't get a chance to check if my mind was playing tricks on my as I was being pushed further into the crowd by two girls who were entering the party.Suddenly I was lost in the ocean of sweaty teens rubbing against each other and in common teen tongue, 'getting wild'. I managed to squeeze my way out of the crowd and into a well ventilated room with less crowd and refreshments. I was immediately drawn to the refrigerator that I knew for certain would help me survive an apocalypse or isolation from the world on my bad days. I opened the wooden handle prestigiously carved and was blown away.Being a 'foodie' was illegal in my line of work but a girl could dream, right. My dream was to become a movie director but in reality, my long term plan was Veterinary Science. I love animals, preferably the furry ones but I'd learn to love them all.I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and closed it. I got hydrated and then decided to text Frost. She didn't reply immediately so I decided to look around for a bit. I didn't know many people at the party. My social life as Kelly McHale was nonexistent. I recognized a few people from my different classes and the hallway but I didn't know any of their names.The kitchen door was basically an archway. Floor to ceiling, it gave me a view of the dancing bodies in the living room which was transformed into a dancefloor and the strange balcony area above the dance floor. I honestly didn't know if this place was real or a figment of my imagination. I mean who has this much empty space in their home. It could not possibly be furniture space because Henry Privetel was an only child. Rich people, I tell yah.Between my wonder and judgement, I spotted a familiar face, who's name I did know. I don't know what compelled me or what I was even thinking but I soon realised my mistake, when I walked into the jocks side of the party.My confidence faded as I walked closer to where Brice stood drinking with his friends. I bit my lip and shrugged off my anxiety on the rise. I needed to instead figure out how to approach him without embarrassing myself or looking like 'that' girl.With every step I took I was running out of time, options and will."Brice," I called weakly, hoping no one heard that crack in my voice.Surprisingly he heard my voice and hopefully not the crack but so did his football and cheerleading friends. I didn't know if I was misreading his expression but he looked displeased. He also took forever to reply which left me in headlights and a little pissed."Yeah," he answered, sitting on the edge of the beer pong table. There was a strange look in his eyes. Somewhere between recognition, intrigue and a challenge. I instinctively tilt my head.Our brief stare off was interrupted by one of the girls watching the game, who asked another who I was. Brice broke it to stare down the girls."Where is Frost? I texted her but she hasn't replied," I asked checking my phone. Still no reply.Brice shrugged and continued to sip his drink. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. This was one of the many ways teenage popular kids would try and get the girl but not this girl."I'll ask Henry then," I replied loudly. Yes, Mr. Icicle, two can indeed play that game. I texted Henry instead, ignoring the gasp I heard from one of the girls.I briefly heard one of the guys ask Brice if I was Henry's girlfriend but Henry replied to my text and I got distracted. He didn't know where Frost was but he directed me to where he was."Bye, Icy," I said to Brice, who was trying not to show his anger.The four of us had grown close over the last couple of days. We exchanged numbers and Frost created a group chat. I admit that I was liking it too much and it was indeed going to my head. I hoped my mom wasn't thinking about moving again. Our situation was still a bit difficult with her working in the city and with me going to school in White Lake. There was also the fact that we rarely saw each other and our relationship was slowly going down a slippery slope. I sighed and started walking up the staircase, avoiding the teens showing public displays of affection. The hallways were just as crowded as the living room. It seemed like an entire school's population was in attendance. It was very strange to see rivalling factions dancing and talking and other means of socialisation. I entered a crowded hallway as I stepped off the last steps. I was instructed to take the second flight of stairs up to the third floor, which was basically empty. I glanced up from my phone to see two girls
I couldn't breathe. The world was spinning. Everyone was screaming. Inside was too loud. I was nauseous. A strangled sound came from my lips and I quickly covered my mouth as I felt the vomit rise in my throat. I had to get out. I had to get away. I stepped back gripping my stomach as I rushed to find an open door. I didn't stop moving–pushing against all the petrified bodies of fellow teenagers as they pushed towards the front door–until fresh air hit my face. I fell onto my hands and knees, unable to hold back the acidic burn that scarred my throat. A blue liquid formed a puddle underneath me. My body trembled as I stared at it. I felt weak, so weak that my body fell limp next to the puddle on the ground. My breathing quickened and my body felt paralyzed. A hot searing pain travelled up my skin and seemed to seep into my bones. Soon it felt as if my bones were being crushed…one by one. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry but words or even just a sound refused to leave my lips. My
My grandma died when I was 11 years old. My mom cried a lot, when she heard and a lot more at the funeral. I never shed a tear when I heard, or at the funeral. Don’t get me wrong I was sad but I just never cried. The Monday after the funeral, I went to school and around lunch I told my teacher and that’s when the waterworks began. Maybe the song Attention by Charlie Puth was meant for me or I was just a really weird kid. But then again, I had never met my grandma so it might have been that.The difference between now and then was that I had met him and he was a guy that was still discovering himself. The similarity, I hadn’t cried once. In fact I was so calm, I was currently straightening my hair something I only did on special occasions. What was wrong with me? Ask me again in a few days when I’m around people who don’t know me.I paused and stared at my reflection. There was something different about me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The girl in the mirror was me but not
What's the best sleep that you have ever gotten? Well, mine was in the bed of a very hot guy. A guy with golden skin, tattoos crawling over every inch of his body. A muscular back with a sexy torso, an impressively sculpted 6 pack abs and a drool worthy V line. Oh, yeah, yah girl was drooling…on his pillow. I am not the type of girl, who wakes up in a guys bed, seeing that I had my first kiss a couple days ago, so imagine my shock when I woke up beside Adonis, whose back was turned to me and I felt a little relief since I was thinking to slowly slide out of this bed but then he casually rolled unto his back, placing his hand under his messy hair causing his muscles to flex like in every girls wet dream. Haha, but I was freaking out. Christopher Vicisski was a sight that I will never forget. Soft pink lips, so kissable and perfect. His chiselled jaw and high cheekbones, his straight perfect nose, his perfect eyebrows, his sexy hooded green eyes that appeared darker than they were when
There was someone following me. I didn't know who and I didn't know why but I could feel them. Their heavy breathing blowing down my neck and their subtle footsteps, moving whenever I walked. When I glanced back to see who it was, there was no one there but I knew that someone was following me. I could feel it in my bones. I walked up the driveway swiftly but paused in front of the door. I couldn't shake the feeling and it was bothering me. I felt like if I went inside it would follow me in. Breathe, Bella, breathe. I thought to myself, with my hand pressed against my chest and my eyes closed. There was something strange happening to me and although freaking out would help me validate my feelings, it would not fix this. I exhaled sharply, shaking my shoulders. It was a method that Jax had taught me to loosen up when I was going to do a photoshoot. It was a silly thing to do but it always cheered me up and took my mind off my anxiety. Sigh, I wish he was here. He was the closest t
"Kelly opened the door," Kat ordered as if she was my big sister. In some ways she was except for the grande fact that I was 9 months older. "No, I don't want to hurt anyone," I replied, stubbornly. "Look we need to talk face to face about this. It is a big deal," she spoke her last sentence slowly and clearly. It was a big deal and I desperately needed to get it off my chest and my shoulders. I sighed and reluctantly stood to my feet. Okay, Bella just stay calm. Breathe in through your mouth and exhaled through your nose…wait what!? What the heck, am I saying? Obviously, it in through your nose and out through your mouth. Dios, have mercy. I exhaled sharply and shook my shoulders. "Okay, I'm coming out. Walk 10 steps away from the door," I told her. I waited until I heard her soft footsteps move away. I gripped the door handle and took a deep breath. I pulled the door open before I could change my mind. Kat had changed her shirt, only… "Is that my shirt," I asked in a l
"So…my 16 year old cousin has a boyfriend," I repeated for the seventh time as I glanced out the window at the blurry trees. Kat groaned and sat back in her seat, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms. "And he's not human," I added, the most mind blowing part. Excuse me, if I was having a hard time processing anything that was happening around me. Five seconds after I had my first kiss the guy dies, tragically, brutally, gruesomely and heart wrenchingly. I wake up in a stranger's bed with no memory of how I got there. I practically caved in a guys chest and can't stop growling when I'm pissed off and on top of that…my best friend, my sister and cousin failed to disclose the fact that she has a boyfriend that is not human. "I mean, I tell you everything," I said in disbelief. "It wasn't my secret to tell," she said defensively. "Oh, okay. I see that this is the kind of relationship we have worked so hard to build. I guess it wasn't your secret to tell when you spilled the
"It was my dad, he is the liar," I said, slamming my text book on the table, earning shush from the librarian. Frost hummed. "My mom told me that he disappeared for a week every full moon. And he also has a brother," I ranted. "Yep, an uncle that I didn't know existed," I continued leaning back in my chair. "Frost are you listening to me," I said realizing that her attention was on the group a few tables away from us and not on me or her book. "Frost," I said loudly earning another shush from the librarian. "What," she answered turning to me, finally. "I'm trying to talk to you but you obviously don't want to talk to me." Frost sighed and rolled her eyes. "OK, what do you want to talk to me about," she said carelessly. I bit lip and inhaled deeply.