"Lookin' good," I heard a boy say to Bill. Another came up and took
Lib away. After a few more moments Smith had snatched Fingers.
I saw Michael gazing longingly at Slider. I turned to her and said, "Go talk to Spot. Please. Just give him a chance again. He really cares about you." She thanked me and walked of towards him, leaving just me and Rose.
"I'm gonna go find me man, Type. He's gotta be heah somewheah. Seeya goil," Rose said and walked off to find a tall dark haired boy who looked to be some degree of Asian.
I stood alone like a goofy fool, watching on the girls dancing and the boys drinking and making fools of themselves. It seemed that the ratio was closer than it had seemed earlier because the Queens girls had joined the party, while the Queens boys that weren't involved had mostly been kicked out, since they weren't part of the meeting. I glanced around, my eyes searching for Racetrack's short but near-perfect frame. I couldn't find him until I heard a voice in my ear. The heavy New York accent whispered, "Lookin' for someone?"
"Not particularly, no," I lied.
"Ya know ya were lookin' for me," he said, spinning me around so that I was facing him.
"Don't hold yourself in too high of esteem," I teased softly. It was hard to say anything at a less than soft level when he was standing in such a close proximity. I was leaned against a wall under the stairs with his arm propped on the left supporting him. He was leaning in so that his face was only inches from mine.
I zeroed in on his lips as he spoke. "Ya know ya want me," they said, forming the words perfectly. I was sure he could hear my beating heart, it was that loud. "I'm slowly seducin' ya, ya just wait. But for the moment, ya want ta dance?" he asked, offering his hand. I took it and he dragged me out into the crowd. The boys that had formed a makeshift band were now playing a slow love ballad. We started dancing slowly, rocking back and force to the rhythm. "See, you're enjoyin' it. I'se already got ya hooked," he commented.
"Don't think you've got me quite yet, Higgins," I lied once again. Again my eyes focused on his mouth as he responded.
"Ya eyes seem ta be sayin' its only a mattah of time," he told me with a smirk. He leaned closer into me, our bodies moving together in perfect time. By now I was sure that my heartbeat was betraying me, that he could feel it through my dress. "By da way, ya look great tonight," he whispered in my ear.
"Higgins, get off me sistah," Spot demanded as the song ended. "Songs up, release her. Ya don' need ta hold her that close ta dance anyway."
"I'm sorry," Race told him. "I guess I let my desires get a hold on me. I'll try not ta let it happen again."
"Ya bettah do bettah den tryin' or dere'll be bloodshed," he growled. "Spark, I think dat dis was enough for tanight. Go upstairs an' go ta sleep," Michael ordered.
"Don' ordah da goil around, Spot. She's ya sistah, not ya slave. An' she deserves a little fun," Race said.
"Not da kinda fun you want ta give her, Higgins," he said angrily. I could tell this was heading for a fight.
Trying my best to mediate I spoke up, "If either of you so much as touching a hair on the other's head you'll have me to deal with. And let me tell you that an angry woman is ten times worse than the most muscular of bums and scabbers you always fight. Got that?" They both nodded so I continued, "Spot, I'm going to enjoy the rest of the night as much as I want to, but I promise I won't do something like that again. Fair enough?" Again they nodded.
Slider walked up. "Well handled, Spark," she praised. "Ya definitely got somethin' in ya, but I don' know what it is yet." She walked off again to comfort Michael.
"I don' know either, but I'se willin' ta find out," Race said before planting a light kiss on my lips. I looked up at him, craving more. I could tell from the glint in his eye that he felt the same way. "Not heah, Spark. Not now." I hated to admit he was right.
"Soon," was the only word that parted from my lips before I wandered off. I knew that staying near him would lead me to do things that I couldn't do just then. I tried to content myself by dancing with the girls when fast songs came on, but the thought of that quick, forbidden kiss occupied my mind completely.
I didn't even hear when Fingers came up to me until she'd said my name three times. "Spark! Its ending now, let's go back upstairs and call it a night."
I nodded and allowed her to drag me back upstairs as I watched Racetrack talking to Jack about something or another.
Of course, girl talk followed the party. I had grown to expect a gossip-fest after every party and this was no let down. Apparently, Fingers and Smith had hooked up and were planning on getting together again the next weekend. Rose and her boyfriend were still going strong. Lib had kissed some random boy, and nothing had really happened with Bill. Slider and Michael were talking again, but then again, that happened at every party. The big news of the night was the hurried kiss between Higgins and I. The girls couldn't believe it and Slider kept repeating over and over, "I told you so." Which, of course, she had. However, I was glad she was right.
Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins was definitely something else. Something amazing. Something wonderful. As close to perfect as possible and then some. All that night I traced my lips with my finger, remembering. I fell asleep grinning, and woke the next morning with a smile still visible on my face.
I saw Michael gazing longingly at Slider. I turned to her and said, "Go talk to Spot. Please. Just give him a chance again. He really cares about you." She thanked me and walked of towards him, leaving just me and Rose.
"I'm gonna go find me man, Type. He's gotta be heah somewheah. Seeya goil," Rose said and walked off to find a tall dark haired boy who looked to be some degree of Asian.
I stood alone like a goofy fool, watching on the girls dancing and the boys drinking and making fools of themselves. It seemed that the ratio was closer than it had seemed earlier because the Queens girls had joined the party, while the Queens boys that weren't involved had mostly been kicked out, since they weren't part of the meeting. I glanced around, my eyes searching for Racetrack's short but near-perfect frame. I couldn't find him until I heard a voice in my ear. The heavy New York accent whispered, "Lookin' for someone?"
"Not particularly, no," I lied.
"Ya know ya were lookin' for me," he said, spinning me around so that I was facing him.
"Don't hold yourself in too high of esteem," I teased softly. It was hard to say anything at a less than soft level when he was standing in such a close proximity. I was leaned against a wall under the stairs with his arm propped on the left supporting him. He was leaning in so that his face was only inches from mine.
I zeroed in on his lips as he spoke. "Ya know ya want me," they said, forming the words perfectly. I was sure he could hear my beating heart, it was that loud. "I'm slowly seducin' ya, ya just wait. But for the moment, ya want ta dance?" he asked, offering his hand. I took it and he dragged me out into the crowd. The boys that had formed a makeshift band were now playing a slow love ballad. We started dancing slowly, rocking back and force to the rhythm. "See, you're enjoyin' it. I'se already got ya hooked," he commented.
"Don't think you've got me quite yet, Higgins," I lied once again. Again my eyes focused on his mouth as he responded.
"Ya eyes seem ta be sayin' its only a mattah of time," he told me with a smirk. He leaned closer into me, our bodies moving together in perfect time. By now I was sure that my heartbeat was betraying me, that he could feel it through my dress. "By da way, ya look great tonight," he whispered in my ear.
"Higgins, get off me sistah," Spot demanded as the song ended. "Songs up, release her. Ya don' need ta hold her that close ta dance anyway."
"I'm sorry," Race told him. "I guess I let my desires get a hold on me. I'll try not ta let it happen again."
"Ya bettah do bettah den tryin' or dere'll be bloodshed," he growled. "Spark, I think dat dis was enough for tanight. Go upstairs an' go ta sleep," Michael ordered.
"Don' ordah da goil around, Spot. She's ya sistah, not ya slave. An' she deserves a little fun," Race said.
"Not da kinda fun you want ta give her, Higgins," he said angrily. I could tell this was heading for a fight.
Trying my best to mediate I spoke up, "If either of you so much as touching a hair on the other's head you'll have me to deal with. And let me tell you that an angry woman is ten times worse than the most muscular of bums and scabbers you always fight. Got that?" They both nodded so I continued, "Spot, I'm going to enjoy the rest of the night as much as I want to, but I promise I won't do something like that again. Fair enough?" Again they nodded.
Slider walked up. "Well handled, Spark," she praised. "Ya definitely got somethin' in ya, but I don' know what it is yet." She walked off again to comfort Michael.
"I don' know either, but I'se willin' ta find out," Race said before planting a light kiss on my lips. I looked up at him, craving more. I could tell from the glint in his eye that he felt the same way. "Not heah, Spark. Not now." I hated to admit he was right.
"Soon," was the only word that parted from my lips before I wandered off. I knew that staying near him would lead me to do things that I couldn't do just then. I tried to content myself by dancing with the girls when fast songs came on, but the thought of that quick, forbidden kiss occupied my mind completely.
I didn't even hear when Fingers came up to me until she'd said my name three times. "Spark! Its ending now, let's go back upstairs and call it a night."
I nodded and allowed her to drag me back upstairs as I watched Racetrack talking to Jack about something or another.
Of course, girl talk followed the party. I had grown to expect a gossip-fest after every party and this was no let down. Apparently, Fingers and Smith had hooked up and were planning on getting together again the next weekend. Rose and her boyfriend were still going strong. Lib had kissed some random boy, and nothing had really happened with Bill. Slider and Michael were talking again, but then again, that happened at every party. The big news of the night was the hurried kiss between Higgins and I. The girls couldn't believe it and Slider kept repeating over and over, "I told you so." Which, of course, she had. However, I was glad she was right.
Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins was definitely something else. Something amazing. Something wonderful. As close to perfect as possible and then some. All that night I traced my lips with my finger, remembering. I fell asleep grinning, and woke the next morning with a smile still visible on my face.