The first time I saw him I was eighteen. I had no idea what he was, but he fascinated me. His black hair that was longer than mine, glistening in the moonlight, his huge silver eyes. That was enough to keep me watching him from across the yard.
Why are you staring at that guy? Sarah said, nudging my arm. This was her party. Her parents were gone for the weekend so she and her little brother decided to throw a little birthday bash for me. The problem was, I only knew about twenty of the people who showed up. Everything had gone wrong and tons of people that none of us knew came, hoping for beer and weed. Too bad for them, this was only a dance party.
He looks like hes trying to be a badass or something.
I was just trying to figure out who he is. Do we know him? I asked.
Sarahs eyebrow quirked. Do we know half of the people here?
She had a point. I kind of want to talk to him. I could already feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
She smirked at me. Kay, Ill be right back.
No! Sarah! I grabbed at her wrist, but she was already out of reach. I watched her wind through the sea of people that were pulsing to the music.
I sighed. She was such a people person. The kind that I wasn't. The kind of person that could just walk up to someone and start talking without making a complete idiot of themselves. And that's exactly what she did. She grabbed his shoulder and struck up a conversation with him like he was an old friend.
He looked slightly surprised at her boldness, but politely interested. I couldn't help but notice the way his onyx hair spilled over his shoulders onto the black cloak tied around his neck. Under the cloak he had on a dark green, fine knit sweater that fit quite snugly.
He looked my way, distracting me from ogling. He locked eyes with mine and his eyebrows rose. He looked slightly amused. All other thoughts left my mind but his eyes. They were so beautiful and silver. They looked warm, I could get lost in those eyes forever. All too soon, he looked back down at Sarah, who was talking animatedly and pointing at me.
My stomach rolled. She was telling him to come talk to me! Me and my big mouth that would mess everything up. I flipped around and headed for the house. I stepped over the rock wall and ran up the steps. If I was fast enough, maybe they wouldn't see me go in. I glanced over my shoulder and opened the door. It was open just barely enough for me to slip through.
"Hey, Val, where are you going?"
I froze, halfway into the kitchen, the door pressing into my stomach. I looked around, trying for an innocent look. "I was just going to the bathroom."
Sarah's brother, Braxton, was standing at the foot of the stairs. His big blue eyes and blond hair, so much like Sarah's, always made me smile. "Oh well, I just didn't want you skipping out on us."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "You really think I'd do that?"
He shrugged and turned away, heading back into the crowd.
"Oh! Hey! If Sarah asks, you haven't seen me for a while okay?" I called after him.
I looked around one more time and slipped through the door. I closed it quietly behind me and sighed. Out of danger. I slumped into a chair by the table, rubbing my temples. Why had I let Sarah throw me a party? I didn't want one. I'd never been a party person. And now she was trying to set me up with some hot guy that could possibly be gothic. But, boy, was he hot! I couldn't get his eyes out of my head, glowing in the night, cloudy, staring at me. I shivered and shook my head. I was probably never going to see that guy again in my life, so there was no reason for the goosebumps coursing up my arms.
I got to my feet, arching my back. I could feel the knots forming all the way down.. Maybe I'd have Sarah take care of them for me when the party was over. I pushed the chair in and walked into the living room. Sarah wouldn't mind if I crashed in her room for a bit.
I stopped on the bottom most stair. The back of my neck was prickling, someone was behind me. Everyone was supposed to be outside. Whoever it was was coming closer.
I whirled, bringing my arm up, prepared to hit whoever it was. A hand closed around my wrist, stopping the built up momentum. I gasped. It was him! He was only inches away from my face, smirking wickedly at me. His eyebrow quirked. "Feisty aren't you?" His voice was just as mesmerizing as his eyes, deep and smooth. "You're Valerie?"