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Chapter Seven, It's Wrong
Squinting lightly, Jade observed her work. Her long black hair was tied back to avoid getting paint in it. Paint spotted her white t-shirt and torn jeans, but that mattered none to her. Biting the end of her paintbrush momentarily, she gave her painting another thoughtful look before dipping the brush in a light beige color. As she applied it to the canvas, the door opened.
She turned her head and her soft grey eyes met with familiar dark ones. Smiling, she pulled the earplugs out of her ears which had been blasting Billy Talents 'Pins and Needles', "Mornin' Ian."
He nodded, "Morning."
Momentarily chewing the inside of her cheek, she asked curtly, "No offense of anything... but... Sasha's room is the one upstairs. Don't confuse his with mine."
Pretending to be hurt, Ian put his hand where his heart was, "That hurt. Can't I be here to see a friend?"
She shook her head gravely, "Not when she's grounded."
Ian smirked, "Don't blame me."
"Oh, but I do blame you, Ian. See, if you had only told me-"
"Let me remind you I wasn't the one who got you drunk."
Jade sighed, "coolers share such a resemblance and taste to juice. I thought they served beers at parties? What kind of world is this when a girls gotta differenciate her drink from alchohol? And try sneak back into her own house without setting off her own alarm? AND getting grounded?"
"Tough luck." Ian relented. A long pause. "And I thought that this would be awkward."
It was silent for a long while. She turned back to her work, this time using a coal black. "I don't want anything to be awkward between us, E."
The dark haired boy looked at his feet sheepishly, hands in his pocket, "Sorry."
"Okay." Jade grinned, "Now... Get out of here, otherwise if my mom see's me socializing with friends on a weeked, in lockdown, I'm busted."
He smiled, "Yeah. See ya later."
When he left, Jade put her headphones back on. The memories spilling back.
She wasn't drunk, no. Just tipsy.
That was what she told herself. Raising the plastic red cup to her lips, she had a long drink of the raspberry tasting drink. "mmm."
"Jade?"
Ian? No. Not Ian. She smiled at a tall, black haired boy, "Hmm?"
He smiled, revealing with sharp eye teeth (A/E: Incisors? Canines? Dunno...), "I'm-"
She didn't care, no. She didn't catch his name. She wasn't listening. Turning her head, the small girl heard some of the music coming from the living room, where a mosh pit and dancing had broken out.
Sauntering over toward the area, she lost herself in the crowd, until she couldn't see no free space, just peoples bodies moving freely. Some danced in violent motions, other softly. She laughed, but could not hear her voice. She was careless, dancing in a dance that was only hers, swaying next to the others people that surrounded her. The music was all around, pounding into her ears.
She was lost. And she didn't want to be found. But that she was. The tall male was infront of her again. What beautiful eyes... so silver...
He moved in close to her, and she laughed once more. It was fun, but it wasn't until he placed his hands on her hips that sent a jolt through her.
"No." A voice in her head said, a warbly voice, "This is not right. It's not right." She took his hands and clasped them infront of him. She left. "I want more juice..."
It wasn't before she reached the table that a hand gripped her arm. Him.
Jade turned to him, but instead of grey eyes, she beheld angry, confused brown ones.
"What the hell, Jade?"
"Hmm?"
"Why were you with that guy?" He snarled.
Jade shook her head, "I wasn't." Shaking her arm free, she felt the room spin. Spin... no focus. She needed to focus on something, and she found something. The eyes infront of her. Beautiful... brown... so dark...
"E?"
"What?" he asked, not as angry anymore.
She chuckled, "You've got some preeeetty nice eyes right therrre." She laughed at his confused look.
'Why is everything so funny?' She thought, still giggling as she leaned against the wall behind her. With wild eyes, she observed the room. Drinking, dancing, kissing... oooh yeah, lots of kissing. On the couch, on the stairs, against the door and very presently, infront of her, she acknowledged as she felt a cold pair of lips on hers.
! A warning sign gave off in her head, but numbed away as her clouded mind realized who it was.
'I can trust Ian.' She berated herself, 'Ian wouldn't hurt me.' came the final thought as she felt the kiss deepen. Pressed close against her, one hand pressed against the wall beside her head, the other entangled in her hair, Ian didn't give the impression he wanted to hurt her.
Not wanting to be gawky, Jade closed her eyes and responded softly, placing both her hands behind his neck to bring him close
Eventually, she lost conciousness. Had it been sooner, maybe a certain silver eyed boy hadn't seen them.
Jade sighed. Putting her paintbrush down, she went upstairs. There was someone she had to talk to.
Airy: Bad... I know. Well, I tried. SpoonGirl, your update now.
Ciao,
Diligodea
