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Chapter 10:

Seelie's Party

1:05 You can't force me to go with you to her party.

1:05 I think it's quite possible, actually.

1:06 Go eat a cactus.

1:06 Feeling prickly today, Thorn?

1:06 Since you started texting me, yes.

1:07 Ouchies. I can feel the bad vibes coming to me from across the town.

1:08 Yes. Be scared.

1:08 I already am.

1:09 Why do you even want me to come

1:09 Because it'll be fuuunnn.

1:10 You're gonna get me drunk or high.

1:10 You say that like it's a bad thing!

1:11 IT IS.

1:11 Relax, Berry. Everything having to do with me is fun.

1:12 UGH YOU'RE SO ANNOYING JACE.

1:12 Thank you ❤️

1:13 I try.

1:14 Sooo we're settled?

1:14 I'm not even invited to the party.

1:15 You can be like my date or something.

1:15 Right? Like that's cool?

1:17 I guess

I rewrote, and rewrote, the text over and over again as nervousness crept over me. Going as his date? That was pretty serious. He seemed just as nervous, not adding any arrogant remark after what he said.

1:18 It's tonight. So I'll pick you up at like

1:18 8?

I shuddered at the thought of him at my doorway, in his never-failing beautiful blonde hair. I melted at the thought alone. A chill coursed through me as I ran my thumb over my phone's keyboard.

1:19 Ok.

He didn't respond, and I took it as a sign that the conversation was over.

1:20 Dress well in black. I don't want to have an ugly date. Kisses. ❤️

1:20

1:21 Gasp!

1:21 Go eat another cactus. The really spiky kind.

1:22 They're all really spiky. But nice try.

1:23 Look good, too, is all. I don't want to be humiliated.

1:23 I aim to please.

.w.W.w.

After half an hour of running around my room looking for something decent to wear, I settle on a strappy black jumpsuit(I recommend looking it up to get a good idea). I slid on black wedge sandals, adding on to my sad height. I hoped I didn't look too formal for it. Fingers crossed.

I went for a simple natural look, only putting on some cat eye eyeliner and a thin layer of lip gloss. I fussed with my hair, going back and forth between down, up, ponytail, classy braid, et cetera. I finally went with a simple high ponytail. Frankly, it made me look taller and more classy. Goals.

Around eight o'clock, I heard a quiet knock at my front door. Darting to my vanity, I did a final checkup, super nervous about how the night was going to roll out.

Grabbing my small purse, I walked down the stairs. I opened the door shyly, revealing a goooorgeous Jace.

He wore black jeans, slightly ripped at the knees. He had a ruffled black button down on, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. I could clearly see he had tried to tame his golden mess, but it still looked amazing. His hands were shoved into his pockets, in a super relaxed, but attractive, way.

His eyes darted down my body, from the revealing top to my heels. Our outfits matched, and I felt the blush rise up on my cheeks as he pronounced the words, "God damn."

I giggled nervously, and he leaned against the doorframe to get a better look at me. He whistled, and I must have looked like a tomato.

I held my handbag in front of me with both my hands, swinging them slightly. "Sooo, are we going?" I asked shyly. He chuckled at my embarrassment and moved to the side to let me pass.

He hadn't brought a motorcycle, only a charcoal black pick up. He opened the door for me, holding my hand as he helped me up. What? It was pretty high up.

He slipped into the front seat in a smooth motion, closing the door quickly. He glanced over at me, a sly grin on his face.

"Excited?" He questioned. He put one hand on the wheel, and placed the other behind my seat, looking behind him to get out of his parking space. I nervously messed with my hand bag's strap as he pulled out. Once he was out on the road, he directed his attention back to me, effortlessly guiding the truck with one hand.

His voice softened. "Why are you so nervous?" I shrugged. His hand moved to the radio, cranking it up a bit to smooth jazz. "Here, let's listen to cheesy elevator music. It'll surely calm your nerves." I giggled, and a small smile spread on his lips.

Once we turned onto the club's street, the pounding of club music became very apparent in our ears. We parked close to the building, and strolled towards it. We earned multiple glances from other people walking.

"Why are they staring at us?" I hissed in Jace's ear. He shrugged his shoulders, keeping his gaze ahead of him.

"You look good," he simply stated. My eyes widened at his remark. Did he think of me that way?

My thoughts were drowned as we entered the club. She was clearly rich, and she used it to her advantage. She had rented the whole club room for her party. The stage was flashing with spotlights, where a DJ was currently messing with the sound of the party. Honestly, it sounded more like noise then music.

Jace was right on my heel as we walked into the big crowd. Boys watched, girls gaped. I heard pieces of whispers, finding the words "ugly", "do better", "simple", or "slut" awfully often.

My stomach dropped as I spotted Seelie strutting towards us, a flirty smile on her face. She was dressed in a tight strapless red dress. She was clearly showing off her fake cleavage to all eyes. She had slipped on fuck-me pumps, and I couldn't help but think she looked like a hooker.

Her shrill voice practically killed my eardrums. "Jacie! There you are!" She stumbled towards us, a plastic red cup in hand. She looked awfully drunk.

"Why didn't you come and see me first before going to talk with your," she said, her eyes roaming over my body in disgust. "Friend." She brought her gaze back to Jace, throwing her head back and laughing maniacally. "Come dance, hotness."

He seemed oddly uncomfortable, and he just shrugged, like he always does. "Maybe later, Seelie."

"How rude to decline a host."

"I said later." I could see he was getting angry by the sound of his voice, but decided to stay quiet. He veered towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bar. He let go once we were far enough from her.

I saw his exasperated expression. I lifted my shoulders carelessly, moving towards the table to serve myself some punch. I sighed. "Meh, I don't like her anyways."

"Do you not care about my well-being? She's scary!" He exclaimed. I laughed softly, sipping from the plastic cup.

"Sure, sure." I lifted my eyes a bit. "Or maybe you're just a wimp," I added with a sing-song voice. He gasped sarcastically in the background.

"How rude, Clarissa." I giggled, grabbing his hands and pulling him to the dancefloor. He raised an eyebrow in question, and I just gave him a devilish grin.

I brought him to the middle of the dancing crowd, as Flawless [Remix] by Beyoncé played, beats added into it. This song always boosted my confidence. I laid my wrists on his shoulders, holding my cup in one hand. I swayed my hips to the beat to his surprise.

"What? Never seen a girl dance before?" I asked teasingly. I was feeling reckless.

Of course shit go down

When there a billion dollars on the elevator

(Goddam, Goddamn Goddamn)

His eyes were wide as I turned, my back facing him, as I slid down, crouching when the lyrics blared. Every single person in the club moved to the drops and the rhythm of the song. A smirk spread on his face when I moved closer to him.

Once the song ended, I gave him a wink, then drifted off into the crowd. He stood gaping at me, and I could clearly feel his eyes watch me blend in with all the people at the club. Score.

It didn't take him long to find me again. He approached me as a slow resounded in the speakers. I watched as he reached out his hand towards me, his eyes secretly asking if I wanted to dance. I put my hand in his, and he pulled me into the crowd.

He twirled me around before dancing, then placed his hands on my waist. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and his hands pulled me tight against him. I leaned my head against his shoulder blade.

His body seemed to melt into mine, like two puzzle pieces. His arms wrapped around me in a warm hug, making me want to stay there forever. We both swayed to the sound in sync, our bodies one. He put his chin on top of my head. Out of nowhere, I felt him move, and he kissed my head. His head was back in his recent position, and he pulled me towards him even more.

He backed up from me, a small smile on his face. All the heat from our earlier embrace was gone, and I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed and cold.

"I'm going to go get us some drinks, okay?" He asked. "Be right back." He was off before I could answer. What kind of person gets drinks during a slow song. Yet alone interrupt it completely?

He drifted off, and I couldn't seem him anymore in the large swarm of people around me. I slid between the crowd, mumbling many "Excuse me"s. I sat onto one of the couches, sipping from the punch.

Minutes passed without Jace coming back. Maybe he couldn't find me? My eyelids started to droop as minutes passed.

10 minutes.

30 minutes.

An hour.

People were already filtering out of the club. The large amount of bodies that had left made the temperature drop, and I suddenly felt very cold. After another ten minutes, I gave up.

He wasn't going to come back.

I took my handbag and stumbled out the door. Crap. I didn't have a ride. I walked down the dark streets, shivering as a breeze grazed my exposed arms. I dropped onto a bus bench, calling my mom several times, only to be greeted with the familiar voicemail tone. She was still on her business trip.

The honk of a car resounded in my ears. A wrecked pick up truck was filled with tons of boys, all laughing and staring at me. A certain person in the front seat made me cringe.

"Hey, sweetie. Did your boy leave you again? Bummer... I would take you home but... I don't want to." Alec shrugged, falsely sympathetic. "Have fun." He sped away, his tires screeching against the pavement.

I shook my discomfort off. I called again. I shut my phone off, leaning against the bench as I waited for the next bus. The loud noise of footsteps approaching brought me out of my exhaustion. A tall male figure was walking towards her. He came into view. Dark hair, tanned skin, muscular build.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing alone at a bus stop at midnight?" He asked, his hands in his pockets. He was a tad attractive. Maybe a little bit more then a tad. He looked closer at me. "You go to Abraham, right?"

I nodded. He took a seat next to me on the bench. "Need a ride?" I mumbled a yes, and he extended out his hand. He sent me a small smile. "Follow me."

Whoever this guy was, he was much better than Jace. That boy was trouble.

Always has been, always will be.

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