OC:
Name: Lara
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dyed Silver
Height: 5'6"
The gray stone floor felt cold beneath my feet as I walked along the winding path overlooking the chasm. My footsteps echoed around the empty area, their lonely sound sending a shiver up my spine. I continued on until I found myself standing in front of a row of doors in the wall. I stepped towards the one labeled 472 in shiny brass lettering and let my hand fall hard against the sturdy wood three times. Almost immediately as my hand retracted, the door swung open to bathe me in a shower of warm air, laughter, and soft light. I was met with the laughing face of my best friend, Tris. "Hey!" she wrapped me in a stifling hug, "Come on in! Everyone is here...especially you-know-who!" She raised her eyebrows and nodded towards a figure leaning against a wall, talking to another person. Peter. Ever since his vow to turn over a new leaf, he's been acting strange. Almost... nice. It didn't take long for me to feel a sort of attraction to him. "Well don't just stand outside like a loser!" She pulled me inside playfully. I heard the door slam being me and Tris talk excitedly about the punch, but I only had eyes for Peter. By the wall, he ran a hand through his brown, wavy locks and turned, catching my eye. He smiled and began to walk over, holding another cup in his hand. "Oh, shit" I mumbled under my breath and tucked a strand of my own silvery hair behind my ear and smiled back. He handed me the other cup and smiled. "Hey, Lara, how are you?" I watching his lips move, so delicately... I wondered what else they could do... Tris nudged me, bringing me out of my haze. I was biting my lip, staring at Peter's. "Oh! Sorry! What was that?" He laughed and said "How are you?" "Um. I'm good..." I stumbled searching for the right words. "Thank's for the drink... I got to go." Without waiting to hear his reply, I turned and walked briskly through the seas of people. This was NOT okay. I made my way to the back of the house, plopping down on the bed in the guest room. I couldn't keep letting Peter control me like that. He was the same Peter who stabbed a boy in the eye and almost threw Tris into the chasm. But his laugh, and the way his eyes crinkled a little in the corners when he smiled. And the way he said your name. It was too much. Too good. I fell back onto the bed, closing my eyes, letting my thoughts take me other places, anywhere but here, far away from Peter. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door, swinging open silently, and closing swiftly. I jumped up, but had no time to react when I felt two hands grab mine and pin me to the wall.