"Are you sure we should be here?" I asked trying to pull the fabric of my dress down, embarrassed by the way it showed my legs.
"Look, just stick by me and you'll be fine" My friend Rena assured me.
"How do you wear stuff like this?" I moaned as I desperately tried to cover my legs.
"Don't stretch my dress! You'll ruin it..." She scolded as she slapped my hand away.
I couldn't believe that I was talked into this. I only wanted a birthday cake, was that so hard to ask for?
Instead I was forced to put on this dress and be dragged down to a random stranger's house to socialize and drink and...whatever teenagers do these days. Unlike other people around here, I actually intend to get out of La Push once Graduation comes. Hard work brings rewards.
"I don't want to stay here for the entire night..." I moan.
"Look, you'll thank me for this later! I promise, this experience is good for you" She assured me as she dragged me closer to the blaring music echoing from the house.
"But Rena-"
"Look Kimi, if you don't like it then at least you had a firsthand look at what an actual party looks like. That way if someone else invites you, you can tell them about this scarring moment in your boring life..."
"I'm not boring!" I defend myself. "I'm just not—"
"Popular? Fun? A party animal?"
"I was going to say outgoing, but thank you for your honest point of view"
"What are friends for?" She grinned.
I sighed deeply, knowing I wasn't going to get out of this situation at all tonight…and on my birthday for god's sake…
"Can we at least leave early, Rena?" I beg for the last time.
No reply…at all.
"Rena?" I call out as I turn around and to my surprise she was gone. "Of course…" I sigh.
I couldn't leave, that'll be wrong to Rena. I couldn't leave her here. Anything might happen. I huffed out a breath (and tried desperately to keep my calm composure) as I placed my glasses on and walked into my house. Anyone would agree that my glasses would not fit well with the costume (Hell, they were a weak prescription anyway), but I was comfortable with them on. It was a little bit of me that got me through every school day.
And Jared Cameron.
I used to like him. I used to have a crush on him. I still do actually. Everybody liked him. What wasn't to like? His toned body, his beautiful brown eyes, his gentle but rough voice.
What I loved the most was his personality. He was kind and caring, Had great grades. Was on the football team...so how had it all go wrong? He was such a great guy too...
I was walking to History class, checking everything I had in my bag until Jared bumped into me...which ended up in me falling on my butt and having all of my books scattered on the ground.
"I'm sorry" I blush, as I try to gather my belongings. "I didn't see where I was-
Instead of helping me, he chucked my bag outside through the open window and proceeded to kick my books across the hallway. Everybody was silent as he vented all his anger out on me. Looks of sorrow, fear and confusion were etched on everyone's faces as I silently picked up my books (Well, the ones he didn't kick...).
As I continued to pick up my last book, he managed to kick my hand in the process. In other words, he broke my hand. As in dislocated my thumb, and broke all of my fingers. The pain was so fast, I never managed to scream it out. I did cry though. I was shocked that he would do such a thing. As soon as everyone saw that he hurt me, Rena stepped in and stopped him.
"THAT'S ENOUGH YOU PSYCHOTIC FREAK!" She screamed as she pushed him away from me.
I drowned out the rest of their conversation as I let the tears fall. Then everything turned black.
I must've passed out through the pain because the next thing I knew, I was in the nurse's office. My hand was bandaged and stung when I moved but it was no longer dislocated.
"Oh Kimmy!" Rena cried as she hugged me.
"What...happened?" I blink.
"I don't know? No one knows. They all blame Jared though. You did nothing wrong!"
Then...what did I do? What happened to Jared?
Luckily I managed to persuade my Murderous Father from getting his service pistol and practically shooting down the Cameron's door. My father is a Police detective and solves cases (mostly murder and homicide) from home.
Though, there was no point because Jared went missing for two weeks after our little...incident.
Ever since Mom passed, he's been on edge about how to handle me, so he prefers to handle his job from home while looking after me. I love him flaws and all, but there some things only a mother could ever teach. I was able to get away with tonight because...
A) It's my birthday...
B) He's all the way in Seattle tonight working on an important case
Which means that what he doesn't know won't kill him. But it'll probably kill me if he ever found out.
As I walked into the living room, the bass was so loud, it'll give you a headache just listening to it. I walked towards the kitchen to fetch myself a glass of water...but the tap was missing from the sink.
I guess Water is off the menu.
I refused to drink anything that was on offer. If it wasn't beer, it was punch. And of course, the Punch would probably be spiked with something. There was no food which made me realise that I should have eaten before I got here. If everybody's view of a good time included intoxicating yourself, then consider me excluded. I'd rather stay a nerd then drink the night away and possibly wake up regretting something I would have done the night before.
As I was lost in thought, I was knocked over from people rushing inside to probably refill their drinks. My glasses were knocked from my face and I heard a horrible crunch as if someone stood on them. My fears were right as I looked up to see them mangled and broken. Great, now I'm revealed. Deciding to avoid the crowd, I went outside to get some fresh air. Outside wasn't any better as couples or groups were sitting around the lawn.
If they weren't talking, they were drinking. Or Kissing. Or Smoking. Or-
"Boring party, huh?"
I looked towards a muscular he-man beside me as he took a sip out of his cup.
"I don't know. This is my first..."
"No kidding?"
I shrugged as I played with the ring wrapped around my neck. I stared at the man as he just observed the lawn. He had a beautiful tattoo wrapped on the right side of his neck. He was buff, but not to the point where he was a bodybuilder. His giant arms were toned and well preserved. God, he looked hot...
"Kim Connweller" I smiled as I held my hand out.
He returned a smile and took my hand in his and shook it gently.
"Sonny Cameron"
And he's a Cameron? God, just my luck.
"Something wrong?"
"No, it's just that...Are you by any chance...?"
"Jared's little brother? Yeah, pretty much"
Of course he was.
"You're that Kim, aren't you?"
I stared at him with confusion clearly etched on my face.
"That Kim?" I asked.
"My brother broke your hand?"
"Oh right, uhhh..." I sighed.
"He's such a dickhead..." He growled as he took another sip out of his drink.
Huh?
"Why though? Do you know why he did...that?"
It was silent for a while and I suddenly regretted asking that question.
"I asked...he offered me a kind gesture before isolating himself to his room" He chuckled.
"Kind gesture?"
He put his drink down and gave me the finger to show me what he was talking about.
"Aren't you two close though?"
"Were. Were close."
It was silent once again. But a good silence, one that we were comfortable in.
"So how did your dad react to the whole...you know?" He asked, curious to know.
I rolled my eyes as I took in his face. His eyes were what got me the most. Green. A beautiful Green.
"That bad?" He smiled.
"I had to hide his service pistol..." I mumbled.
He started laughing out loud and then I realized I was laughing with him.
Was this the start of a good thing?
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