Chapter 6: House Party
When we got home my car was parked in the driveway with a note from Charlie saying my car keys are on top of the kitchen table. Checking my car that everything was good I went inside and started my homework. Friday night, Isabella and I had planned to have a movie night but it all came to an end when Angela called Isabella to come over to work on a project. Isabella went over to Angela's house and I stayed home, bored. However, an hour or so Jessica called me and invited me to a house party. I agree since I had nothing better to do and because I haven't been to one in a long time.
After getting ready, I drove to the address Jessica texted me. A few blocks down the music was booming loud. Neon lights flashing everywhere like police sirens, but you know, way more colorful and prettier. The party is pretty massive. Walking inside the four-bedroom house that's filled with countless people that are dancing, shamelessly making out, and some were vomiting in the corner from having too many drinks.
Walking past a group of boys, "Hey, Elizabeth," Jessica called out, coming over to give me a hug.
As expected she was wearing fewer clothes even though it's cold outside. But then again in here, it's hot and smelly. "Hey, Jess" I hugged her back. Behind Jessica, I saw our friends from school playing ping-pong.
"Let's go," she says as we both walked over to our friends. They all greeted me with a smile and Mike handed me a bottle. I smiled and reluctantly took the bottle and started to drink it slowly. Looking over at Jess, "Hey, I'm not going to stay long. Charlie doesn't know I'm out."
"Charlie as in Bella's dad?" Mike asked starting to get a little close for my liking. Nodding my head, "yeah. I just came because I was home alone-" Eric interrupted me. "Where's Bella?" he asked. "She's with Angela doing a project for school." They all groaned, "Leave it to them to do homework on a Friday night." Jessica said rolling her eyes. Before I could say anything, a song comes up and Jessica jumped off her chair. Looking at Mike, "come dance with me," she said pulling his arm. He looks at me and I only smile, sighing he agreed to dance with her. Tyler took Mike's spot, "hey you look pretty," he said stuttering.
Stepping back, I could smell the alcohol pouring out from his body."Thank you, Tyler... Are you driving?" I asked because if he is then I would have to take his keys. Shaking his head, "Nah, it's Eric turn to drive," I turned to Eric, he nods.
The evening I played a little ping-pong before long I realized that barely an hour past. Excusing myself from the group I walked over to the drinks and pour myself some punch. Standing there I scan the room, I recognized some of the people from school and others I have no idea where they came from. A couple of minutes past without even noticing until a familiar voice called out to me "Hello, Lizzy."
Turning around I see Paul standing in front of me with his flirtatious smirk. Paul freaken Lahote; Quileute Native, tall and muscular, small brown eyes, black hair. "Paul." I greet.
Paul's smirk fell as he turned his head toward the front door. Walking in the house was Elijah with some blonde chick and Jasper with Alice. They scanned the room until their eyes fell on me and Paul by the drinks. Elijah glared at Paul and Paul growled at him. They went stiff when Paul put his hand around my waist, bring me closer to him. "Let's go," Paul said as he took me away from the Cullens. He took me where his friends were and kept me there for the rest of the night.
Throughout the night I couldn't help but glance at the Cullens. They took the corner right in front of us and continue their staring. Paul and his friends would glance their way, giving them dirty looks which the Cullens paid no attention too. Besides, it's not like they're going to do anything about the Cullens being here.
Apart from the Cullens staring, Paul would stare at a girl from across the room. Another Quileute Native, with black hair, normal height, and russet skin. From all the way over here, it seems that the girl looks like Rachel, Jake's older sister. Nudging Paul's side, he looked away from her and looks down at me. "Do and talk to her," I said and he immediately shook his head.
"No, not a good idea, Liz," Paul said looking back at her. I looked over to her and her friends, "Isn't that Rachel Black?" I see Paul nodding his head. I laughed a little making him turn to me with a confused expression, "the great Paul Lahote afraid of talking to a girl?" I teased him. Paul rolls his eyes and gently pushed my shoulder. Once again he looks over at Rachel with an expression I only seen once and it was coming from Elijah the first day I met him.
"You like her," I said. Paul looks at me, "your eyes become soft and they sparkle with a certain emotion. It's cute you fallen for someone." He doesn't say anything. After a few seconds he sighs and nods, "it's more than like. It's... hard to explain, Lizzy."
"Don't make it hard," I simply said. He turns away from me and stares at her, "she's the one." Paul said in a matter of fact tone. "Then go up to her and talk to her instead of telling me." Paul looks at me and chuckles softly.
"Don't want to make a fool out of myself, again!" he said with a soft voice. I wouldn't be able to hear him if I wasn't standing so close to him. "Again?" I asked wondering what happened the first time. Paul groaned, "Jake. I punched Jake and..." he trailed off.
"And she saw you punching her little brother and now, thinks you're a total douchebag." Once again Paul groans but nods. "Want a wingman?" I asked and Paul stares at me with a smile, "really?" Paul asked and I nodded. Jumping off the chair I made my way towards Rachel but glanced at Elijah and the others. They were watching my every movement, smiling at them I turned to Rachel.
"Rachel Black. How are you?" I asked and Rachel put down her beer and pulled me into a hug. "Elizabeth! GOD, I MISSED YOU!" Pulling away she smiles, looking at me up and down. "You grew up so beautiful!" Turning to her friends she pulls me along, "guys!" They turned around, "this is Little LIZZY." A smile formed on their faces once they realized who I was.
"Little Lizzy who skied down the mountain with only a trash can lid?" a girl with short brown hair asked coming towards us. Groaning I looked at Rachel who was laughing, "this is her" Rachel looks at me with a smile. "Are you going to tell everyone that story? I was fourteen and" I looked at them, "it peer pressure-" Rachel cut me off. "No, honey that was all you. You wanted to impress Sam" she said laughing. "Shut up," I said embarrassed. I turned around and saw Jasper and Alice with a smirk looking at me and Elijah had his eyes narrowed at me. Turning back around Rachel's friends were laughing at something.
After Rachel introduce me to her friends I hang out with them. I would notice not only the Cullens staring our way but also Paul and his friends. I made eye contact with Paul and winked at him, which he rolled his eyes at me. Turning to Rachel, "hey Rach. There's a cutie staring at you." Rachel turns towards the direction of Paul and rolled her eyes. "No."
"Why not?" I asked. She turns to me, "he punched Jake." Rolling my eyes, "knowing Jake I'm pretty sure he deserved it."
"Lizzy-" I cut her off. "Rachel, you know your brother and that mouth he has. Sometimes he doesn't know when to stop talking." Rachel shakes her head, "but that doesn't mean he should get a punch."
"Rachel, we used to beat him up... together" Rachel laughs. She turns to Paul, who was trying not to look our way, "he's a hot head-" once again I cut her off. "But he's a cute hot head" I smirked, Rachel looks at me, "he's younger than me." Once again rolling my eyes at her, "so. My father is seven years younger than Renee. And they're happily married."
Rachel looks at me, "C'mon. One drink." Rachel begins shaking her head, "Rachel. All I'm saying is one drink. He comes over, you guys sit down and talk. And if you want to leave, then you do. Who knows he might be the one," smirking I turn to Paul. Rachel does too, I could hear her thinking, "but he punched Jake." Groaning, "for heaven's sake. Jake can't always be an excuse for you to not talk to guys." Rachel was going to stay something but I won her. "Just wait here, look pretty and I'm going to bring him over." "Fine, just one drink." Smiling I nodded and make my ways towards Paul.
Making my way towards Paul, I was smiling like an idiot. Tapping his shoulder he looks at me and I knew he heard everything. "I might not be the best wingman or whatever but at least I got her to say yes to a drink." Paul smiled at me. "So go over there. Don't be a cunt and be nice to her. Drink, have fun but not to much fun where you don't know what the hell your doing" Paul rolls his eyes at me but smiles. "And apologize for punching Jake... even though I know you don't mean it. She doesn't have to know." Paul laughs and hugs me before making his way to Rachel. I see her waiting for him, as soon he's in front of her she turns around and begins making her way towards the drinks and Paul follows her like a lost puppy. Smiling I turned around and looked for Jessica and the others. Noticing that they're not there I looked around like a lost puppy wondering what now.
Before I could move someone called out my name. Turning I see Bryan, Rachel's friend. "Hey you leaving?" he asked. "Nope, just looking around." Bryan smiled, "come with us and hang out a little." Nodding I went with them and played more ping-pong.
While playing the game, I would look at Rachel and Paul hitting it off by the table. I could see Paul smile as Rachel laughed at something he said. Feeling good about them I turned around and my eyes connected with Elijah. He wasn't doing anything but sitting there staring at me. A few minutes later Paul comes up to me, "hey I'm taking Rachel home. You good?" he asked briefly looking at the Cullens. Smiling at him, "so it went pretty good?" I asked. Paul laughed and nodded his head. "I owe you one, Lizzy." Shaking my head, "don't even sweat it. Glad to help out a friend." Paul hugged me and Rachel came saying her goodbyes and giving me a goodbye hug.
After the first few rounds, Jennifer, another of Rachel's friend pulled me away from the group, "wanna dance?" she asked. Nodding my head thinking it's just a dance, what's could go wrong?
Hitting the dance floor, which was the living room, Jennifer and I began dancing. As the song continue to play I let my body do all talking. I sway my hips side to side, closing my eyes to feel the beat of the music. I feel that apart of me wants to come out and play, to feel the vibe of the moment and let my body go free. One moment, I was feeling free of everything, not one single unpleasant feeling lingered in my soul but then the next it was as if ever peaceful feeling completely went away.
Suddenly I was turned around and my lips were being attacked by an unknown presence. Opening my eyes I stared at brown eyes before I could do anything the unknown person was ripped away from me. In front of me, Elijah stood with his eyes black staring at the directions the unknown person flew. Out of the nowhere, Jasper stood in front of Elijah holding him back as Alice was whispering something at him.
People were whispering things, looking at them as if they were monsters. Without thinking, I grabbed a hold of Elijah's hand and pulled him away from the party. I didn't know what to think so I dragged him towards my car which was a few streets down the house. Elijah didn't say anything but he's was breathing hard, not necessary if you ask me.
I stopped a few feet away from my car but then thinking what if something happened. So instead of continuing to walk towards my car, I went into the woods, not a good idea but it's better if he hurt me than an innocent person. Walking about ten minutes I stopped and turned around staring at Elijah who had his head down. Without dropping our joined hand, I closed the distance between us, "Elijah?" He didn't respond but he did pull his hand away from mine.
"Why did you use such force on him?" I asked and once again he didn't respond. Seconds without speaking, "you could have hurt him," Elijah closed his hand into a tight fist. A few more seconds, "people could have figured out your secret," Elijah immediately looked up and narrowed his eyes at him and yet he made no effort in saying anything.
"What would you have done if someone would have figured it out?" I asked, wanting him to say anything. Wanting to know why he did it. "You can't just throw someone across the room and expect them not to say anything."
Elijah narrowed his eyes even more, "if I didn't then he would have assaulted you, even more, Elizabeth" Elijah said gripping his teeth.
"Thank you for that but you shouldn't have done that. People will suspect-" Elijah cut me off, "No one will suspect anything. I'll just erase their minds" he in an obvious tone. I stared at him, what does that mean?
Nodding my head, I walked past him but he grabbed my arm stopping me. "You know, don't you." I felt myself go stiff, "don't you Elizabeth. You know and you haven't said a word. Why? Why haven't you?" I didn't respond just continue looking forward. Elijah brought his face closer to mind, "I could always make you tell me."
Instead of freaking out I remembered what Jasper told me earlier, "He often says one thing but means the opposite."
Turning to Elijah, I tried to keep my heart beating steady and kept myself calm. Looking straight at his eyes, not knowing if this was a good idea or not but oh, well. "Yeah, I know what you are but that doesn't mean I'm going to scream bloody vampire around this damn town." Elijah's eyes widen in shocked but was it really that shocking that I knew. I mean, I deliberately ignore them while the others kept trying to get them to notice them.
"How do you know?" he asked in all seriousness.
Once again I might regret my actions but I slowly picked up my hand and gently touched underneath his eyes. Elijah closed his eyes, almost as if he's enjoying my touch. I traced underneath his eye. He opened them once more when I pulled away. Once again his strange golden eyes stared straight at my green eyes. "You're not the only one with strange colored eyes I've meet."
I don't know if it's a me thing but once again, I walked away without saying anything and Elijah didn't make an effort in following me or calling out my name. He let me go, which might be a good or a bad thing who knows. But he let me go and for some odd reason that didn't sit well with me. I felt strange, my heart tighten knowing that he wasn't going to follow me. I wonder what's wrong with me.
A/N:
Just to let you all know that Elijah Cullen is model after Ian Somerhalder but if you want you can image whoever you want.