The next day at school Allison walked me to my locker and relayed the events of the previous night.
"I can't believe you hit a dog with you car". My face was contorted with a sad expression as my brain supplied me with images of the poor dog, all bruised and bleeding.
"I know, It was awful. I only turned my head for a minute and It was raining so heavily I didn't see her. She came out of nowhere". She looked genuinely traumatized by the event. Putting my hand on her arm and urged her to continue.
"Well, I put her in my car and drove to the animal shelter. The sign said it was closed but I banged on the door anyway and shouted for someone to come help. I almost gave up but then Scott showed up and saved the day". Her expression was sickeningly sweet, cleary happy as she relived the memory, but I was a little confused. I furrowed my brow and tried to put the name to a face, but came up blank.
"Whos Scott?". Allison was coming out for her daze by the time reached my locker. I pulled it open and looked at her expectantly.
"Oh, remember the guy that gave me his pen? Well it turns out he worked there. He helped me bring the dog inside and put a cast on her leg... He's really sweet". She was back to smiling like an idiot so I snapped my fingers in front of her face before I lost her again.
"Earth to Allison. What happened after that? Did he swoop you up and carry off to his horse drawn carriage and ride you into the sunset?". She pushed my shoulder playfully and laughed, shaking her head at my sarcasm.
"No. He just joked around with me for a while to calm me down. He has this really soft voice and he's actually really funny." She suppressed another small laugh before adding. "I still have his shirt in my bag, I should probably try and find him after class to give it back"
Stopping midway from grabbing my books from locker I turned her with wide eyes and a hanging mouth. "Why do you have his shirt in your bag! Why did he take it off?" I questioned before a new thought came to my head.
My eyes went so wide as thought the would pop out of my head.
"Did you do it the veterinary table?!"
Allison gasped incredulously and covered my mouth with her hand. I couldn't help but laugh at her scandalous expression. She looked around to make sure no one had heard what I said before narrowing her eyes to glare at me.
"Of course not! My shirt my wet from the rain so he offered me his spare one to change into. Nothing sexual happened I swear." I knew she was telling the truth but her reaction was causing me great pleasure.
I tried to pry her hand from my mouth so she nervously lowered it as I struggled to hold in my laugh.
Pulling my bag more securely on my shoulder and putting my arm around her back to lead her to class I went up on my tippy-toes, why is everyone taller than me? and whispered.
"Sweetie, it may not have been sexual to you. But I bet he took a peek at you changing"
A blush spread all the way up her neck before reaching her cheeks. She rounded on me looking completely mortified and nudged my shoulder again, harder this time. I ended up bumping into someone's locker, causing a quiet rattleing sound to emanate through the corridor. I couldn't stop the laughter from spilling out of my mouth. I doubled over, putting my hands on my knees and wiped tears from my eyes. And after a few minutes, Allison was leaning leaning against the lockers laughing along with me.
We continued to giggle at each other for a few seconds before we finally sobered up. I looked up at her, my face hurting slightly from smiling.
"So after the definitely not sexual shirt lending, what happened?" I asked. Allison bit her lip bashfully before continuing.
"He asked me to go to Lydia's party with him". I clapped my hands together and gave her a silent cheer.
"Thats awesome! Did you say yes?" I asked, but I was sure I knew the answer.
"Of course I did" She beamed, the blush on her cheeks giving her a healthy glow.
"Aw, you two are so going to get married and have babies and live happily ever after"
"Okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves. Its just a date" She tried to say it convincingly, but the tone in her voice was lighter than air. She's like a disney princess talking about her prince.
The shrill noise of the bell rang through the hall, signaling that lessons were about to begin.
"Ugh come on, we better get the class." I got up from the locker and went to walk away when allison grabbed my arm, pulling me back.
"Hey, wait, I just wanted to say thanks for listening to all this. I know we only just met but i'm really glad I have a friend I can talk to about all this stuff."
I was so touched at the fact Allison considered us friends and not just two people who were forced together.
"Us new girls have got to stick together right? You can talk to me anytime, about anything"
At that moment Lydia showed up and pealed us both off the lockers, her hair flying around her face as she claimed she couldnt let us be late for class because only losers were tardy and she's not friends losers. Me and Allison shared a mutual giggle as we were dragged away.
Another declaration of friendship, and from Lydia Martin! win!
After class Lydia dragged us down to the lacrosse field and told us all she found out about Scott Mccall. My heart sank a little that I wasn't the only one that knew about Allison and Scott, but I pushed it down and listened intently to what Lydia said.
Allison couldn't take her eyes off Scott the entire practice, and vise versa. Lydia was a little annoyed at her choice of man but ignored it to focus on giving Allison tips on what to wear to her party. Allison nodded along to her instruction, throwing in a few outfit suggestions of her own before they were shot down.
I wasn't really focused on the conversation so when Lydia and Allison stopped talking to look at me, I felt myself panic.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
Lydia rolled her eyes and huffed impatiently.
"I said what are you going to wear to my party? And if you say jeans and a t-shirt, I will not hesitate to invite you"
I widened my eyes and shook my head quickly.
"Oh, I told you I can't come remember? I have to help my dad unpack"
Lydia's was unimpressed with my lie. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and grabbed my phone from my hand. I tried to take it back but she was already clicking away on the keypad. A few seconds later a message came through. Lydia replied before handing the phone back to me.
"There, your schedule is now cleared. Got any other excuses?"
My mouth dropped open as I read the messages. Lydia had messaged my dad asking asking to go to the party! And he said yes! So much for family solidarity.
I looked at Allison for help, but she just gave me an apologetic half smile. I turned back to Lydia, my mouth opening and closing as I searched my brain for an excuse.
"I uh, I don't have anything to wear, my clothes are still in boxes?" I asked more that told, hoping that Lydia would take mercy on me. I should have known better.
"Then you'll just have to borrow something of mine, you're about my height so size won't be a problem."
I didn't think my mouth could get any wider, but it continued to try and break its record. Allison was giggling quietly at my discomfort, and I felt the urge to tell Lydia what transpired between her and Scott but refrained myself, knowing that Allison would never trust me again if I did.
"So? No more excuses? Good. we'll go to my house after lacross practise and find you something, although how i'll ever manage to find something to hide all of this I don't know"
Lydia gestured to all of me, turning her nose up at my light wash jeans and off the shoulder top. Bitch!
I dropped my head into my hands, groaning in defeat as the girls went back to discussing outfits, this time for me. Apparently blue's my colour. who knew.
Lacrosse practise ended all too soon. I didn't even have time to grab all my books from my locker before Lydia dragging me away for the third time that day.
She had blue prius, which looked almost as impeccably groomed as she was. She all but pushed me into the passenger seat before zooming out of the carpark. Her rush, she explained, was due to there not being enough hours in the day to sort herself out and making me look passable for the party.
We didn't really speak much in the car. Lydia would bark out the occasional warning about how I was to construct myself at the party, who to talk to and who to avoid and gave me a script of the things I was allowed to say to her other friends.
I sat there stewing in my annoyance. I didn't even want to go to this party and know I had to be her personal cheerleader for the night. How was I supposed to talk up someone as already godlike as Lydia Martin?
Her house was bigger than I had expected, almost twice the size as mine, and it had a pool!
After the short tour Lydia brought me to her room and told me to sit on the bed and be quiet as she looked through her huge wardrobe.
If she keeps ordering me around there going to be more that leaves floating around in her pool.
I sat there for about 20 minutes twiddling my thumbs before I spoke up.
"uh, thanks for this by the way"
Lydia turned to look at me, confused at my sudden words.
"Thanks for what?" She was holding two dresses in her hands, neither anything I would ever wear.
"For inviting me to your party, and offering to help me get ready. You didn't have to, but you did anyway, so thanks."
Lydia was shocked, the dresses in her hand falling limp by her sides as she looked at me. She gave me a small smile, the first real smile I'd seen on her face before quickly covering it with her hair.
"Yes, well. I couldn't have it known that the new girl didn't want to come to my party. And friends share clothes, at least that's what I hear." She said sarcastically and then went back to looking through her wardrobe so she couldn't see the grin on my face. Thats the second time she's called me her friend. I think she's warming to me.
Everything went a lot smoother after that. Lydia found the 'perfect dress' for me and ordered me to change into it. I quickly complied. After I put the dress on she pushed me over to the chair by the vanity and got to work on my makeup. I was a little worried about the amount of product I felt her lather on my face but she assured me that it was all necessary to make me look presentable.
After nearly losing my eye in a dangerous attempt to apply eyeliner, Lydia announced that my makeup was done. I went to stand up to look at myself but she forced me back down.
"Nope, you're not leaving yet, I have to do your hair."
I groaned out loud leaning back into the chair and pushed my bottom lip out comically. Lydia looked like she was smiling but it could have been a trick of the light.
If I thought getting my makeup done was bad, getting my hair done was 10x worse. Lydia tugged and twisted my hair so much I thought it would come out at the roots. But, finally, she was done.
"Okay, now you can look."
With a relieved sigh I got up and walked over to her full length mirror.
I gasped when I saw the girl staring back at me. My hair hasn't got any longer, but somehow Lydia had made it look beautiful in a cute curly updo. I tugged gently and the curls that fell by my cheeks. The dress she had given me to wear was sleeveless and white dress with a sheer material covering the top half and two small sections cut out by the waist, showing off a lot more skin that I was used to. My legs looked longer in the cute black heels Lydia had given me to go with the dress, along with a chunky black bracelet.
I moved my arm and the girl in the mirror did the same. Is this really me?
"Damn I'm good. You actually look cute." Lydia stated, looking over my shoulder, smiling that all her hard work had payed off.
Turning around I pulled lydia into a hug, it was a little awkward but I couldn't think of any other way to show my appreciation.
"Thanks Lydia, you did a good job". I felt her softer slightly at my praise before tensing and pulling away.
"I have to get ready fast, sorting you out has put me way off schedule. I don't know how I'll ever be ready in time for the party now."
Even though she was basically telling me off, I continued to smile as she ran around trying to get herself ready.
After ages of watching her run around she finally said, "Done. How do I look?" before I could compliment her appearance, she interrupted.
"Perfect right? And just in time, jackson should be here in a minute."
"He's coming early? why would he do that?"
Lydia looked at me like I was an idiot before saying,
"Who else is going to put out tables and chairs, and put up the lights. I can't climb on a chair in these shoes, and I doubt you'll be capable of making everything look perfect."
I laughed at her comment, although it was an insult directed at me. I loved the fact that she was using jackson as a glorified handyman.
There was a knock on the door downstairs, and then Jackson shouted out for Lydia to come down stairs to help with the sounds system.
"ugh, god he's useless". Lydia stormed out of the room and I could hear the muffled sound of them arguing. Eventually Lydia returned, her earlier 'good mood' ruined.
"Okay guests will be arriving soon, so get your ass downstairs and help Jackson with the punch bowl, I need to finish doing my hair".
After being almost pushed down the stairs by the frantic redhead, I went in search of the school's biggest asshat. I heard a clattering sound coming from the kitchen and walked in to find jackson pulling out a couple bottles of fruit punch and two big bottles of vodka.
"About time. Pour these into that bowl while I go check the sound system." He stormed out of the room to the back yard, leaving me standing there with my mouth open. I guess he doesn't like being lydia's handyman.
I grabbed the bottles of punch and poured them into the bowl, then added the vodka, making a mental note to avoid the punch for the rest of the night. I threw the bottles away and walked outside to see if his highness needed any help, but he was nowhere to be seen. I walked back inside and into the living room, but he wasn't there either.
Just as I was about to give up looking altogether when I heard a quiet yelp from upstairs. I walked slowly into the hall and strained my ears to listen. I heard another yelp followed by a giggle and a thump. My stomach turned.
Getting hot and heavy when you have a guest over. Classy.
Pulling a face I put my hands over my ears and ran back outside. It was getting dark rather quickly so I decided to turn on the fairy lights that surrounded the pool. There was faint music playing and the lights made the whole area look like a fairytale. I took a breath and felt a lot calmer now that I was alone. But that didn't last for long.
The front door bell sounded so I went to answer it, apparently I was taking on the role of hostess for the evening.
The room was packed within a matter of minutes. I directed most of them outside, but some were still loitering in the livingroom and by the stairs. I decided there wasn't any point in me standing around so I just left the door open for the guests to come in at will.
I pushed my way upstairs and knocked on lydia's door. She was adjusting her dress when she answered and I had to hold in my heave, fearing I might throw up at the sight of them. She pushed past me and made her way downstairs as Jackson smiled, clearly happy with himself, and followed after her, adjusting his trousers as he did. I forced down another wave of sickness and went back downstairs.
When I reached the bottom I saw Allison walk in with Scott. My mood instantly improved as I noticed they were holding hands.
"Hey guys! Allison you look gorgeous." I gave her a half hug and smiled at Scott.
"Thanks, you look beautiful too. Uh, this is Scott. Scott this is my friend Grace." I held my hand out and Scott shook it hesitantly.
"Nice to meet you" He looked a little shy, kind of like a cute little puppy. I could almost see the cute dog ears and wagging tail.
"Nice to meet you to Scott. Allison and I saw you at practice earlier, you're really good."
Scott blushed bashfully and looked a little uncomfortable at my compliment looked over at Allison.
"uh thanks."
Both of them seemed a little shy and we it lulled into an awkward silence.
"Okay well. I hope you guys enjoy the party. I suggest you avoid the punch as there's enough alcohol in it to knock out a fully grown elephant." I said, hoping that a joke would ease the tension. Allison and Scott laughed and I was relieved as they both walked further into the room, still holding hands.
"Thanks for the advise, I'll catch up with you later okay!" Allison called out, looking over her shoulder and waving at me. I waved back and kept the smile on my face until they were out of sight. When I could no longer see them I let my face fall back into a frown and walked over to the food table.
There wasn't much there I would consider eating, and I couldn't bear the thought of putting my hand in the crisps bowl, knowing that other peoples gross and dirty hands had been in there.
I rubbed the space between my eyes, trying to ward of my oncoming headache and made to turn around, and ended up accidently bumping into someone. The boys head jerked down to look at me, his head moved so fast I thought he would give himself whiplash. I barely managed to keep in the shriek of surprise as he jumped further away, his arms flailing around.
"W-what, O-oh sorry! I wasn't , I mean, I-I didn't see you! Are you okay?" The boy's hand went out as if the steady me, but he changed his mind halfway, so he ended up just holding his hand there awkwardly.
"Its was my fault, I wasnt looking were I was going." I put my hand on his and lowered it. He quickly pulled back and put his hand into his pocket.
He smiled down at me and reached up to nervously scratch the back of his neck before holding his hand out to me again.
"Uh, I-I'm Stiles, Stiles stilinski." I smirked down at his slightly twitchy hand before shaking it.
"Hi, I'm Grace jones, it's nice to meet you."
We lulled into an uncomfortable silence as I racked my brain for a topic of conversation. This was the first time someone had made to effort to talk to me since I got here and I wasn't going to just let him walk away.
I noticed that we were still half-holding- half-shaking hands so I dropped my hand and looked down at the floor, embarrassed.
The silence continued to weigh down on us so I gestured to the door, signaling I was going to leave, but stiles spoke up suddenly.
"S-so ah, are you e-enjoying the party?" His hand was back to scratching his neck. I guessed that was a nervous habit of his.
I looked up at him, noticing the slight blush that had spread across his cheeks and and the hopeful way he looked at me and smiled, happy that he wasn't done with talking with me yet.
"Yeah, Its, uh, really fun" I tried to sound convincing but I guess I didnt try hard enough, because Stiles expression become concerned.
"Are you uh, d-did something happen? Do I need to go kick someone ass?" I laughed when Stiles pulled what I assumed was supposed to be an intimidating expression and shook my head.
"No everything's fine, it's just, i'm not really a 'party person' you know? I have no idea what I'm doing here. I don't fit in with these people." I gestured around us at are drunk classmates and slumped my shoulders, happy that was able to voice my worries out loud.
"Oh, well, I-I think you look fine! a-ah I mean, nice! I mean." He let his gaze wander down my dress and I blushed at the compliment, pulling the end of my dress down, it felt a lot shorter with Stiles's eyes on it.
I cleared my throat and Stiles's eyes shot back up to look at my face. He looked a little flustered as he tried to hide the fact he had been not so subtly checking me out.
"Thanks, but this actually belongs to Lydia, she made me wear and forced me to come here." I explained. I didn't miss the way Stiles eyes glazed over slightly at the mention of her name.
"Y-your friends with Lydia? Thats awesome! uh cool." I could tell he was interested in hearing more about Lydia but was trying to play it off.
"Yeah, I guess. Aren't you? I mean she invited you here right?" I questioned, a little concerned that maybe I was talking to a stranger that had wandered in off the street.
"Uh, actually, I, uh came as moral support for my friend, you know Scott Mccall? He's on a date so I thought I'd come along for uh..moral..support." He mumbled slightly as he realised he was repeating himself and looked around as if he was hoping to find Scott as proof of friendship.
"Oh your friends with Scott, he's here with my friend Allison." I confirmed, letting him know I believed what he was saying.
"Yeah! Allison! He's here on a date with Allison!" He grinned, looking pleased that I understood who he was talking about.
"So, d-do you maybe want a drink, o-or something. I could uh, go get you one?" he offered. I sighed, going over the options in my head. If I said yes I could stay here and talk cute guy, but I could get drunk and make a fool of myself, but if I said no I risked sounding like a bitch and stiles would leave, which means i'd be all alone. He continued to look at me hopefully so I said, "yeah sure. I'd love a drink" .
Stiles clapped his hands together and pointing at me with double fingers.
"Great! You just stay there and I'll uh be right back". He grinned at me before disappearing into the crowd of people.
Stiles had been gone for over 10 minutes, not that I was counting, and I tried to convince myself that he hadn't used the excuse of getting a drink as a way of avoiding me. I went on my tippy toes, trying to see if I could catch a glimpse of him over the crowd.
Deciding that standing around waiting wasn't a very good idea, I went in search of stiles, trying to weave my way into the crowd, making my way to the drinks table.
When I reached the table stiles was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and walked backwards, scanning the area. I kept walking until I bumped into someone. At first I tough it was Stiles again but when I turned around I saw that it was one of the lacrosse boys.
"Oh sorry" I made to leave but the boy grabbed my arm rather tightly and pulled me back.
"Slow down baby, there's no need to rush off." The smell of alcohol on his breath made me gag. I tried tugging my arm away from him, but his grip tightened.
"Let go of my arm!" His grip was so tight I was sure I was going to be left with a bruise.
"I just want to talk, come on it a party, loosen up" He tried putting his hand around my waist and leaned in closer. I could feel his breath on my face so I swung my free hand around as hard as I could and punched him square in the nose.
His grip on my arm slipped as he staggered backwards. He lift his hand up to his now bleeding nose and glared at me causing my stomach to flip in panic.
"You little bitch!" I froze as he charged at me, his fist raised, but my feet refusing to move. I held out my hands and and closed my eyes awaiting the impact , but it didn't come.
Slowly opening my eyes I saw that two boys hand grabbed the furious guy by his arms and were holding him back. I dropped my hands and looked around. Everyone's in the small room and stopped to look at us. I felt tears in the corners of eyes and my heart began to thump heard in my chest. The groups of people began whispering to each other, casting glances at me and then the boys. A feeling of humiliation came over me. The tears tipped over on to my cheeks, and I ran of the room.
The tears blurred my vision and I bumped into a few people but didn't stop to apologize. I made my way to the front door and ran outside, and continued running until the sound of music could no longer be heard.
I turned to see if anyone had followed me, maybe stiles or Allison had witnessed what happened and followed me to see if I was okay. But no one was there. The tears were pouring down my face and my breathing was coming out in short, stuttering gasps as I sank down to sit on the pavement, burying my head in my hands and sobbed. I reminded myself that I was wearing Lydia's dress and that it was probably wasn't a good idea to sit on the dirty ground, but I didnt care.
I looked the mark on my arm where the boy had gripped too hard. A reddish bruise had started to develop in the shape of a hand. I poked the mark with my finger making me gasped in pain and glared daggers in the direction of the house.
Replying the scene in my head I felt anger well up inside me. I hadn't done anything wrong! I shouldn't be crying over that bastard!
Standing up I whipped the tears off face angrily and started walking further down the street. Fuck all of them and there shitty parties!
I wandered aimlessly down the streets, looking for the way back home. But all the houses looked the same and after about half an hour, I was lost.
Pulling my phone out of my bra, the dress didn't have any pockets so that was the only place I thought it would be safe, I dialed my dads number, hoping I could get him to pick me up. The phone rang and then went to voicemail. Shit, he's probably still in work.
I felt the tears trying to start up again but forced them down, not yet willing to admit defeat. I looked around for anything that looked familiar and saw the graveyard at the bottom of the street. I vaguely remembered passing it on my way to school and seeing a bus stop by the front gates.
A young girl walking through a graveyard in the middle of the night, sounds like the plot to a bad horror movie.
The gates to the graveyard were big and intimidating, the dark gray metal fading into the black night. I knew that the bus stop was on the other side, but I couldn't bring myself to go in. I could just walk around it.
I nodded at the thought and went to walk around when I saw a group of people walking up the street towards me. Fearing they could be people from the party I quickly jogged back towards the gates and went inside, deciding it was probably best to avoid all teenagers for the rest of the night.
The graveyard wasn't as scary as I first thought, the silence was less eerie and more peaceful and there were small lights scattered around so I could see were I was going.
The wind had picked up so I wrapped my arms around myself, cursing Lydia for not giving me a dress that covered me properly. I could almost hear her in my head telling me to stop complaining.
Walking along the path I realised that the graveyard was a lot bigger that I thought. I tried not to look at the gravestones as I past them, afraid that I might see one movie or something would come out of the ground. As I tried to push that thought away I saw something move to my right.
I stopped in my tracks held my breath, praying that it was just a trick of the light. I slowly turned to look at the huge gravestone.
Its nothing, I'm just Imagining things.
Whoever it belonged to must have been very rich, the white stone shined bright in the moonlight and I persuaded myself that I must have imagined the moment, and went to continue walking away, but then I heard a small noise, almost like the gravestone was breathing.
Straining my ears I tried to listen, but my heart was pounding too loudly to hear. I felt my hands start to shake as my breathing came out harshly, not being able to get the air into my lungs quick enough.
I saw a large stick on the floor by my feet and grabbed it, brandishing it in front of me as a makeshift weapon and took a few cautious steps towards the stone. I raised my weapon of choice, readying myself for attack as I took another step forward. But at that moment a sturdy figure tumbled backward, hitting the leaf covered ground with an cry of shock.
The stick had already left my hand by the time the figure reached the floor, hitting it square in the chest, causing the figure to let out a gasp of pain.
I was ready to bolt from the graveyard but the gasp caught my attention. The boy on the ground looked up at me with a fearful expression. His hair - colour impossible to see in the darkness - hung against his forehead in unruly curls as his bright eyes widened with alarm.
"Oh my god im so sorry I didn't mean to hit you! Well, I did, but I thought you were a monster or something. What the hell were you doing creeping around in the dark for anyway? You almost gave me a heart attack!" I pointed accusingly at the boy as he scooted further away from me, his mouth open in surprise as I scolded him. He glanced around anxiously before his gaze landed back on me, focusing.
"S-sorry but uh I wasn't c-creeping around. I work h-here." He stuttered out, looking at me with pleading eyes, almost begging me to believe him. My gaze softened slightly but I was still weary.
"Then why were you standing behind the Gravestone? That seems like a really creepy thing to do." I half joked, trying to find out why he was hiding from me.
He stood up a little awkwardly and brushed the leaves and dirt off his clothes. I almost reached out to remove a stray leaf in his hair, but stopped myself, guessing he wouldnt appreciate the contact.
"I w-was raking the leaves and s-saw you walking over, and t-thought you'd be scared If you s-saw me, so I went b-behind the stone." He mumbled, staring down at his hands.
"So you hid because you were afraid you'd scare me?" I asked with a grin. I lowered my voice, showing him that I was no longer angry. He nodded slightly and looked a little embarrassed. If it hadn't been so dark out I would have seen the blush spread across his cheeks. I couldn't stop my grin from widening as I we subsided into silence.
I noticed him glanced down at my arms and I suddenly remembered the bruise. He quickly averted his eyes, deciding it best to mind his own business
He pulled the sleeves of his jumper down, shielding them from the cold. I wrapped my arms further around myself, only now thank I knew was safe did I remembered it was still cold out. A shiver ran through me but I forced myself to Ignore it. The wind picket up again causing another shiver to run through me, harder this time, my teeth chattering together. I tried hugging my arms closer to my chest but it wasn't helping. The boy must have noticed my mini-battle with the cold because he pulled his jumper off and held it out for me.
I looked at the jumper, then at the boy and the back down again before smiling. I took it from him, making sure not to touch his hands as I did, and he quickly pulled his hands back and shoved them into his pockets. "Thanks," Was all I could manage to say, but I was geually touched by his display of kindness.
Pulling the jumper on I revelled in the sudden feeling of warmth. The jumper was almost the length of my dress, reaching down just above my knees.
Looking back up at the boy as he adjusted his long sleeved top I suddenly remembered were I had seen him before.
"Hey you're on the lacrosse team with Scott right?"
The boy's head snapped back up, looking at me in bewilderment as I talked to him again. His mouth opened and closed, failing to come up with something to say, "Um y-yeah" was the best he could come up with. Although he looked shocked, he seemed a little pleased that I had known he was on the team.
We stood there silently again so before we could go back to the awkwardness I held my hand out.
"I'm Grace Jones by the way."
He flinched back as he looked at my outreached hand, so I quickly retracted the limb, mentally scolding myself. Damn it, now you've scared him again!
He seemed grateful that I hadn't tried to force him to shake hands and loosed up, I could see his broad shoulder fall as he forced himself to relax.
"I'm Isaac Lahey. It's uh nice to m-meet you." I laughed a little at the formal way he replied and he smiled faintly, making my heart speed up. He has a really lovely smile. I cleared my throat and stepped away from Isaac.
"I uh I should really get going, my dad will go crazy if he knew I was still out." I looked down to the gate at the other end of the graveyard so I missed the way Isaac's face fell at the mention of my dad.
"Y-yeah, I s-sould get back to w-work." He reached down and picked up the rake by his feat. He looked deflated that I announced I was leaving so abruptly, but if I stayed any longer, I was sure to miss the bus to get home.
Giving him another smile I lifted my hand and gave him a short wave as I walked away. But he had already drifted back into work mode, raking the scattering of leaves into neat little piles.
"Bye Isaac." I muttered quietly and made my way to the bus stop.
I reached the stop just as the bus was pulling in so it didn't take me long to get home. Shutting the door behind me I listened to see if my dad was home yet, but I could tell by the lack of mess and the silence that he was still at work.
I let out a sigh and dragged myself upstairs to the sanctity of my room. Changing out of the dress and into a baggy top and sweats, I threw the stupid dress at the wall, vowing never to wear anything like it again. I curled up under the covers and willed myself to go to sleep, but I couldnt.
I reached over to my bedside table to grab my phone. Turning it on I noticed that I had four messages of Allison and one of Lydia. I read through them all and the gist of them was that Allison was worried after hearing what happened with the guy, and Lydia was annoyed that I had the audacity to leave her party without letting her know first, But said that she had kicked the guy out not long after for being a prick.
I let myself smile at the fact they were worried about me and decided I would message them back in the morning.
Yawning I curled up deeper into the blanket and felt my eyes begin to drop shut, but before I drifted off, I grabbed Isaac's Jumper from off the floor and tugged it on, enjoying the warmth it brought me, and fell into a much needed sleep.
