Shelby

My finger hesitated over the mouse for a moment before pressing the ominous word. Send.

Hey Peter

It's Shelby Merrick. Cliffhanger. Remember?

Well I was thinking we could have a reunion. I know they usually only happen once every decade or whatever and it's barely been over a year since grad, but Horizon never was much like other schools and I think a check up with everyone would be good. I mean, not that I think we should do it every year or anything. But maybe we should just make sure no one's getting lost by themselves. Besides, I know you must miss us. And I would kind of like to see you and Sophie again anyways.

Don't tell anyone I suggested this, okay?

-Shelby

Great. I've turned into the sap of the group.

Oh, screw it, who am I kidding? It's strange to be barely speaking with Daisy- after sleeping in the same room together for three years and seeing her most hours of most days, this is just odd. And seeing Auggie again made me realize that fuck it all I am a sentimental person and I did like Horizon quite a bit. It would be really nice to feel coddled again for a few hours. I feel like I've been thrown into the real world and even though I don't have to resort to desperate measures to survive, its still not anywhere near as glamorous as I had hoped.

I became jaded at fourteen; yet I'm still disappointed with how things have unfolded. I mean, I never expected sunshine and daisies, but I always kind of believed that I was only so blah with the world because my world was sucky. My problems are behind me now and everything seems to be fine, but inside it feels so wrong.

With three of my old classmates living with me at the moment, I feel as exposed as I did in Horizon except now I'm supposed to be adult about it. I've been trapped in work recently and that's probably why I'm going mad. A person can't thrive when they spend most of their free time either working for money or working for an education. Somehow, I don't remember high school work being anywhere near as taxing. Actual textbook learning always took a backseat to real life lessons at the high school, now it's just like why the hell should I be focussing on these insignificant dates and these lame ass people?

I briefly glanced at my small pile of books beside my desk and instantly decided to ignore them. The world can go screw itself. I am not going to give up everything and become some boring girl who's just like everyone else. I never was like every other girl and that used to bother me but now I see that it made me interesting. Right now, I've turned into that girl who I used to shake my head at in pity.

What's to stop me from doing something to change this? Absolutely nothing.

Absolutely nothing!

I leapt off the chair in front of the computer and turned to Scott, who was hunched over the kitchen counter, reading something.

"We're going out." I declared. He blearily looked up, only vaguely registering that I had spoken.

"What?" He blinked.

"We're going clubbing."

"Okay. When?"

"Right now. Well…" I checked my watch quickly and did some fast calculations in my head. "Half an hour."

"You're insane."

"No, I'm bored. And I think you've got to be too. We're such wall flowers. We stay in more now than we did in Horizon when we weren't allowed to go any where. Half an hour." I strode into my room, grabbed my robe, and made for the bathroom. "Half an hour."

I took a shower, put my hair up, and finally got a chance to debut this killer ocean blue dress that I had been harbouring for a while now. I loved dressing myself up. I pretended like I didn't so I could play up the mock factor with Juliette, but I really liked going through this process, knowing how sexy I could make myself appear and being able to picture with perfect clarity the look of appreciative lust I could create in any man- specifically in Scott.

My mirror image was grinning wildly as I brushed through my hair and fixed it up, curling a few loose tendrils. I hadn't had a decent clubbing experience in far too long. I had gone a few times in Australia but it's just not that fun when you have to hold back because you know your boyfriend would have a heart attack if he realized you were grinding with someone while wearing a barely there skirt. Last summer, Scott and I had partied madly with some friends immiedietly following graduation but had spent the remainder of the summer in intimate corners of the world where everything else just fell away. We could be in a valley by the side of a mountain or sitting on the roof of his house surrounded by screaming four year old neighbours, it wouldn't matter. The point was we stayed away from the hyped up social scene. And he hadn't gotten a good dose of my abilities in the whole sex kitten portion of my personality. Yeah, I was pretty excited.

Okay, so one reason Scott and I hadn't really gone clubbing that often in the past is simply because Scott doesn't much like clubbing. The combination of the annoying music blaring and the mixture of sweat and alcohol in the air don't mix well with him apparently. It makes him feel like he's just been massively drugged up with all of the nauseous side affects and none of the happy airy feeling. I was going to change his mind about the experience.

Walking out of the washroom forty minutes later, I knew it was totally worth every single second.

You know those lame ass scenes in movies where the fugly dorky girl walks down the stairs after a massive make over and the guy's jaw just drops and it's like 'holy crap I never knew you looked so hot, let's go dance all night now'? Yeah this was so completely different from that.

I walked out and from Scott's expression, it was clear it wasn't him thinking 'I didn't know how good she looked' but just simply 'fuck she's gorgeous'. And it wasn't so much 'let's dance all night' as 'I'm getting a hard on as we speak'. His eyes just about glazed over and he almost slid right off the counter top he was perched on.

Now I have to say that he looked good too. Not that he ever has to put any effort at all into it. He had basically thrown on new pants and shirt and did something different with his hair. But his pants were the very nice black jeans that somehow managed to meld into his body perfectly without looking tight at all. They made his ass look stunning, let me tell you. He had on his token white wife beater peeking out from a dark green shirt that was two thirds buttoned up and I'd take this chance to point out how unfair it is that he doesn't have to do anything to look so devastatingly gorgeous but I'm too busy thanking God for the reality that he is mine to hold and touch and stare at forever.

Anyways, I was just walking out of the washroom and we just stared at each other in silence for a minute. I can't say what he was thinking about, but I personally was wondering if those classic fit jeans of his would rip right off if he did in fact get a hard on.

"Whoa." Scott murmured finally, a shy smile lighting up his features. "Just…whoa."

"We should go clubbing more often, shouldn't we?" I grinned. He plopped off the counter and pulled me towards him; his freakishly soft hands guiding my face to his. I recognized the slight hint of Red Zone and fresh laundry as he pressed against me and closed my eyes. He lightly buried his nose in my hair and sighed in content before pulling back.

"Let's walk down there."

"What's wrong with your car?"

"I just think walking would be better."

"It's like 8 degrees out there and it's too far too walk anyways-"

"Okay, a cab then."

"Scott, what-?"

"There's not a chance in hell I'm going to be able to concentrate on the road with you beside me, Shelby. We're going to total the car and die in a blaze of pain if we drive."

He was being completely serious. I snorted and we took a cab.

There was some traffic on the road which happened to be a blessing for us and a pain in the ass for the cabbie. Scott wasn't kidding. The second we sat down together and shut the door, he was against me, pressing his lips intensely against mine with a passion I hadn't seen in a while. His hands roamed around my body and my fingers laced through his hair, neither of us noticing how we were destroying our appearance.

If I ever thought that he didn't want me, I no longer was insecure. My zipper became unzippered, his lips travelled further down than they had ever travelled and I got to see that the answer to my previous curiosity was no, they wouldn't rip.

It felt so good. We had completely lost inhibitions and forgot all about the poor cabbie who had to share the same vehicle as us. Some animalistic intensity that I didn't know existed exploded out of Scott and time lost meaning. Everything was feverous, desperate, raw…

"Excuse me, we're here." The cabbie said, probably not for the first time. I reluctantly broke from Scott and looked up, both of us guiltily seeing the disapproving eyes reflected from the driver through the mirror. Scott tipped the cabbie generously and we hopped out of the car trying and failing to suppress gasps of laughter.

"We're just a bunch of sex crazed hormonal teenagers like all the others, aren't we?" he smirked.

I looked at him and at myself and snorted with laughter again. I had to yank my dress down and up in respective places and tried to adjust my bra over my clothes. Scott looked similarly dishevelled.

"Let's, um, freshen up, shall we? And by that I mean let's make ourselves look less like horny slaves to our passions." I grinned.

"You were right. We so need to go clubbing more often."

"If you're a good boy, I might put out tonight." I said cheekily.

"I might put out tonight." He breathed as he kissed my neck. A wave of shock passed through me and I tipped his face to meet mine.

"No kidding?"

"We just about reached third base in a cab in the span of twenty minutes. At this rate…" he drifted off but the hungry way he was looking at me made it perfectly clear where he was headed with that sentence.

I kissed him briefly before pushing him towards a washroom. "Dance now. Crazy sex later."

He chuckled and disappeared off.

Oh yes, Shelby, this one was one of your better ideas.

The whole freshen up idea was for naught as the minute we got inside the club, we messed each other up all over again. I didn't know he had it in him but we basically had sex with clothes on out there. Seriously, it was possibly the hottest thing I've ever had happen to me. The lack of romance didn't matter so much to me at that moment.

"This is fucking awesome!" He yelled over the music.

I grinned and realized that it didn't matter if we were surrounded by a crap load of other people, it didn't matter that time had passed and we had grown different. We still had this insane passion for each other and it never mattered how many other people there were in this world- when it came down to it, to me there was only him and to him only me. My body never felt more attune to him, even though I wasn't connecting to him internally, we were physically closer than we had ever gotten and I hoped we would get even closer as the night wore on.

After a while, we got pulled apart somehow in the mad frenzy of dancing young people and the passionate animalism didn't die when we separated. A load of guys flocked to the hot chick who was totally rubbing herself against a guy (i.e., me) and my body was flowing and so I good naturedly grinded with a fair few strangers. I know that Scott was having fun too, though, he was getting hit on by a crap load of girls in that out fit of his that made him seem rich, tasteful, and mature and in that fit of rawness on the floor that made him seem passionate, forceful, and intense.

I slowly realized after who knows how long that it had actually been a while since I danced with Scott and after I quickly glanced around I realized he wasn't on the floor.

I shrugged off the guys and hunted for him through the crowd.

"You okay?" I finally found him.

"Yeah." He nodded, forcefully kissing me again. His breath smelled distinctly of alcohol and I shook my head in amusement.

"Finally! Strait laced Mr Perfect has finally given to his primal instincts."

He laughed and took a drink from the glass I didn't see him holding.

"Go back out there. You were having a blast. I'm just taking a quick break."

"You sure you're not all jealous? I could stop dancing with them if you minded."

"No, no, I don't mind." He waved me off and waved the bar tender over again to order some food. I stared at him for a moment longer and he chuckled at the doubt in my features. "I don't mind, Shel." A kiss, a pat on my ass, and I was sent on my way.

We were closer than ever physically but it finally clicked in to me how wrong it was that we were so apart feeling wise. Was it right that we were physically in tune but hadn't said more than a few sentences to each other all night? Was it right that this was feeling more like a casual date than a deep relationship?

Shouldn't he care that I was dancing with other guys?

AN: I had more for this chap but it didn't really fit... what I shall do with it I don't know. Maybe I'll integrate it later. Every two weeks there'll be an update. Thanks for the support, and happy halloween!