Chapter Two- The Life of the Party

"Come on Reid! Move your ass, we're gonna be late!" yelled Tyler from the door of their dorm room.

"Chill, haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late?" Reid replied from the bathroom, as he placed a black ski cap over his sleek blonde hair and slipped his black finger-cut off gloves on.

"Just come on!" groaned Tyler. His light brown hair was gelled up and he wore a black jacket over a slightly unbuttoned Abercrombie and Fitch shirt. Very prep-school boy.

"I'm here, I'm here," Reid said, ripping the car keys out of Tyler's hand and walking straight out the door. "And I'm driving."

"But it's my car!" Tyler yelled after him, and with a sigh, ran down the hallway to catch up with him.

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Music blared from Laura Steven's parent's summer mansion, one of the only ones in the small town of Ipswich as Reid and Tyler drove up and stepped out of the car, heading to the front doors. Reid casually swung the doors open, revealing a room jam-packed with seniors, table dancing, hooking up, and filling up on alcohol as typical prep-school students do. T he girls were all dressed in ultra low-cut shirts and ultra-mini skirts from Dior and D&G, grinding up against all the guys.

"Man, does this party need some life," yawned Reid; Tyler rolled his eyes.

"Look there's Sarah and Caleb," Tyler said pointing to a couple talking on one of the coaches.

Reid looked over to see a girl with soft blonde ringlets framing her porcelain face and with clear blue eyes. She wore a dark purple silk halter top and a pair of dark Rock and Republic jeans that her roommate and Pogue's girlfriend, Kate, had got her. Why did Caleb always get the girl?

"I'll catch up with you in a minute, I'm gonna get a drink," he said, turning around to walk over to the bar.

Suddenly, something caught his eye. There, calming sitting by the bar, chatting away into her cell phone was a slender, tan girl with sleek black hair framing her perfect face. She had a small button-nose and piercing blue eyes, filled with a burst of different shades. He lips were stained with dark red lipstick and she wore a short, tight turquoise silk dress over those weird black cutoff tights girls had started to wear. Leggings!

She laughed into the phone and with a "See you soon," flipped it off and stuffed it into her gold clutch. Reid coolly walked over to her.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked smoothly, in a slightly humorous way, leaning against the bar and gazing into her eyes.

"We're at a party, the drinks are free," she said, giving him a puzzled look.

"Oh, uh… I mean," he rambled on, trying to collect himself. He wasn't that good with girls.

She turned away and yelled, "Cami! Over here!" and turned back to him and said, "Nice meeting you, got to go!"

It was then Reid decided that night he decided he would stop making such a fool of himself and actually get the girl… for once!

He watched as she went over, kissed the girl dressed in a Miss Sixty burnt-orange mini dress on both cheeks and started chatting away with her. A few moments later, some guy came up and randomly started dancing with Cami, leading her to the dance floor. With a sigh, Mystery Girl walked back to the bar and took a huge gulp of her drink.

"Hitting it pretty hard there uh-"

"Chloe. Ahah yeah, my friend Cami always takes me to parties of her friends and ends up ditching me to hook up with randoms. It sucks," she sighed heavily, then glancing up and fixing her piercing eyes on him.

"What school do you go to?"

"Gloringham. You?"

"Spencer. I'm a senior?"

"Wait I recognize you. Aren't you in that group of boys, Ipswich something?"

"Yeah, "the Sons of Ipswich." Its gay, I know, but we've known eachother since we were little and our families have been tight since like the 17th century so we've kinda earned the name ."

"Interesting," she said with a giggle.

"So why'd you come if you knew she'd blow you off?" he asked curiously. He never usually cared about girl's feelings, just what base they'd go to, but he was seriously interested with Chloe, which scared him.

"A party is a party. Besides, I've gotten tight with some Spencer girls so we chill all the time now. There they are now!" she cried, her eyes jolting over to see a pack of girls table dancing, and was about to dash after them, when she spun around and said "besides there are always hot guys to meet at Spencer," with a grin creeping across her face. "Here's my number," she said grabbing a pen from her Juicy Couture clutch and scribbled her number on his back hand. "Later," she said and with that dashed off to table-dance with some girls he recognized from his Algebra class.

With a grin of his own on his face, Reid rushed of to tell Tyler of his hot new score. And he didn't even use his powers once!

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Caleb couldn't help smiling whenever he looked at Sarah. She was so sweet and innocent, yet extremely full of life. She was one of the only people that could actually make him laugh and have a good time.

"Stop starring at me!" she laughed. "Come on, let's dance!"

She dragged him over to the dance floor and they began to playfully grind on the dance floor. Nobody but Sarah could ever get Caleb to dance.

"How about we go on a drive and then take you back, it's already two," he said after a while.

"Fine," she sighed, with a hint of laughter. "Party-Pooper."

"That's me," he laughed, and the two walked out of the summer mansion, hand in hand.

As the drove through the dark pathway in the woods, rays of moonlight shone down upon them and Sarah couldn't help feel protected with Caleb right beside her. Not only his strength, but his love for her that would make him do anything to protect her. His warm smile, a smile he rarely gave to anyone else, made her want to melt. However, as he drove along the dark road, she could see fear glistening in his eyes and a drop of sweat gliding down his cheek.

"You're still afraid of Chase, aren't you?" she said gently.

"No," he said nervously, giving her a weak smile. "Well yeah I guess. I mean it just creeps me out how they never found his body and all."

"Don't worry, Caleb. He's not coming back, you killed him, remember?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "And what makes it worse is how I got you into this whole mess, and put you in life-threatening danger. I'm just so sorry."

A grin crept across Sarah's face. "Don't worry, it has its benefits," she laughed, looking teasingly at Caleb, who laughed, as they drove up to the dorm building.

As Sarah and him got out of the car, a man who they didn't recognize was leaving the building. He had shoulder length shaggy tawny hair and a beard and wore a long black caught.

"You kids out club-hoping?" he joked as he walked over to the car.

"No, not here in Ipswich," Sarah laughed. "Are you our new history teacher?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Lucky guess," she grinned. "I'm Sarah Wenham and this is Caleb Danvers."

His eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh, well I'll be looking forward to having you both in my class," and with that, he walked towards his car and drove away.

"He seems nice," said Sarah.

"Yeah," replied Caleb, his voice sounding very distracted. "Did he look a little familiar to you?"