A/N– Ok I've been asked where is Ty. Well...where do you think he is:) He's coming. I promise. Oh. Akers2, I may have posted, but I'm still evil. Just not evil enough to keep my story from the world:)...And I want to read your next chapter to TP.
Disclaimer: This story is loosely based on characters, and events made and owned by Lauren Brooke. But I own the characters, and events in which did not appear in the books, so please don't copy:)
Chapter 2
I stood dumbstruck, my mouth slightly open, and my eyes wide staring at him. I instantly noticed his own eyes were different. When they had been quite warm the other day, they were now hard and sheltered He stared at me, not making any movement to show he remembered me, then he spoke,
"Hi," it was such a simple gesture. As if we had just met, which we had...kind of.
"Um...hi," I stuttered. I was so surprised to see him, the same guy that had made me so flustered, the same guy I thought I'd never see again.
I was standing there, waiting for him to say something, something that showed he actually remembered me, when the secretary spoke,
"Amy, he has his schedule, so just show him around the school, and make sure to point out his locker and classes ok?" I numbly nodded at the plump lady in a bright green shirt behind the desk. She looked at me for a moment too long, no doubt accessing the look on my face, and then bent over her computer.
"Come on," I managed to say to the guy who was still staring at me. I motioned with my hand for him to follow me. We started walking down the hall, I was leading him down towards the gym at the end of the school, planning to show him everything from one side to the next. (Im using my school as a basis here)
"You're the girl from the gas station aren't you." it wasn't a question. His voice was different. It had been amusing before. Like he was constantly on the verge of laughing. It had been nice. But now his voice was reserved and on the edge of mean. I couldn't help but think it was me.
"Yeah," my voice almost cracked and I quickly cleared my throat, I saw him glance at me. Why oh why did I have to be nervous around him. I was never nervous around guys...until him.
"Oh," he seemed to not want to talk, but I did.
"I'm Amy Fleming, nice to meet you," I jumped in front of him and walked backwards holding my hand out for him to shake, this was more like me, less nervous. He gingerly took my hand and shook it, then released it quickly like it held a disease, I frowned,
"And you are?" I prodded.
"Ty Baldwin." I waited for a 'nice to meet you too' but it never came. Ooook then. I turned and went back to walking next to him. He didn't talk anymore, and not wanting to sound like a talkative freak, which I normally was, I didn't either.
A few minutes later we were at the gym, I pointed to a door near the bus zone doors, "That's the guys locker room, there's a door from there into the gym," he nodded and I sighed. I turned 180 degrees and pointed, "Obviously that's the cafeteria," I smiled at him and his lips turned at the ends in the suggestion of a smile. There was a wall of glass and inside were long tables all throughout it and drink machines lining the walls.
"Ok, next stop, art." I walked back towards the office, but turned right down a short hallway, "This hallway is the computer rooms and a few global rooms, but your global isn't in this hall,"
"Ok," he speaks! I smiled up at him, expecting him to smile back, he didn't, but he was looking at me. He turned around quickly. When we got to the end of the hall I turned left. But didn't walk down it, "Down there is the art rooms, and also another way into the gym. Do you have art?"
"Yeah, with," he glanced at his schedule, "Mrs. Davis." I nodded.
"Yeah, she's the senior and junior teacher. She not in this hall though, she's outside," he looked down at me with a surprised look. I couldn't help but laugh at his wide emerald eyes and furrowed brow. I actually doubled over laughing, he just stared at me, clearly amused by my behavior. I stood straight up, controlling my laughter. As I flipped my head up my hair went back to its normal position except one curly piece that stuck to my face. Ty hesitated and then lifted his hand up to gently sweep the hair behind my ear. I froze.
He looked at me, his eyes had changed to that warm sea of green as he had touched me, but instantly they changed back to the stone cold green , "What do you mean she's outside?" I snapped out of my reverie and looked at him,
"Well she's...extravagant about art. She believes that for her art ability to be at its best, and ours, we have to be out in the world, part of nature. She's the best artist around, so they built a walkway from that door," I pointed, "down to a little building that used to be a locker room before we built the big football field. They changed it into a huge classroom, and put floor to ceiling windows in so we'd be more a part of 'nature'" (ok this isn't actually at my school, but it sounds kind of cool)
"Oh,"
"Yeah, after I show you everything else I'll walk you down there, show you around. There's also a huge garden down there, when its warm...like now, we can eat out there if we choose. I do," I threw in that I ate down there, so if we happened to have the same lunch he could maybe sit with me. Although maybe I shouldn't have, he was being pretty cold to me now.
For the next half an hour I walked him throughout the school pointing out all of his classes, showing him how to pull his locker in just the right way to get it to open, and then bringing him outside. After showing him the garden, we finally walked back up to the school.
"So, do you know where everything is now?" his eyes were still cold, and he just nodded. Like he had the whole time we'd been together. I wanted to slap him out of it, get him to talk, but he wouldn't.
Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Your different." he turned, surprised by my outburst.
"What do you mean?" he seemed truly confused, and I was blushing madly.
"At the..." I paused, "gas station you seemed, nice, warm. But now your...I don't know. Cold, distant. It's just I had you pegged down to be..." he cut me off.
"Look," his voice cut through me like ice, "You don't know me, I'm not any different than I was then. You just choose to think that. Nothing happened that day, so I don't know why you think you can judge me. Just don't." I had stopped on the sidewalk in shock, and he walked far in front of me and called over his shoulder coldly, "Thank you."
Lunch Time
I sat down at my usual table. Soraya and Matt were already there, I greeted them and sat down to eat my lunch. I wasn't in the mood for talking, and no matter how much they tried to get me to, I wouldn't. I glanced up after about 10 minutes and then glanced back down. But my eyes immediately flew back up. Ty stood, sifting through the crowd with his eyes. He saw me and his face hardened, but he started walking my way. My heart stopped beating. But just then Ashley Grant flew into Ty's path.
They were only about 10 feet away so I could hear every word, "Hi, my names Ashley. Your new here right?" Ty nodded, "What's your name?" just like Ashley not to give up.
I heard him mutter his name, and she smiled, "Nice to meet you," she paused dramatically, "Do you want to sit with me and my friends today? We'd love to have you." she motioned towards the table in the middle of the garden where the whole cheerleader squad sat. Ty blushed and started to answer her when Jake Davidson jumped in to save him. Jake was on the football team, and had dated Ashley the year before for a month. He'd told me it was a waste of perfectly good 'playing' time. Him and I had been close when we were little. Our parents said we had been inseparable, and then I'd met Soraya. But we'd stayed in touch over the years, and still hung out occasionally.
Jake, being the good guy he was, spoke to Ty, "Hey. I'm Jake, and I'm sure you don't want to sit with a bunch of chicks. Come on, sit with me." Ty smiled gratefully and followed Jake to the table next to mine. As he sat down and starting talking with the guy filled table, Ty caught my eyes in his gaze, and I looked down quickly.
As I ripped my eyes away from him I heard Jake, "Amy Fleming,"
Ty seemed confused, "Hm?"
"You were looking at Amy. Don't be embarrassed, she's fucking gorgeous. Maybe you'd have a chance, she's shot me down about 5 times because 'were too good of friends'" I heard Ty chuckle the slightest bit. It sounded like he was warming up to Jake...when he hadn't to me. I pushed that thought out of my head and listened closer to their conversation, apparently they had changed the subject,
"So, met anyone yet?" another guy at the table, Aaron, questioned Ty.
"No, not really. I talked to Amy, she showed me around. That's all really,"
Aaron choked, "All? Amy's pretty big if I say so myself," I rolled my eyes,
I could see Ty shrug out of the corner of my eye, "I guess,"
Jake shook his head, "Well whatever. You doin' anything this weekend?"
"No, not that I know of...why?" Ty sounded suspicious.
"Party at my house. It's a Jefferson tradition. First weekend of the school year, big blow out at my casa. My parents are never home because of work. My moms in like California or something, and I think my dads in New York," Ty nodded eagerly,
"I'm there, I could use a good party," Jake smiled,
"You're my kind of guy!"
At this I smiled. I'd totally forgotten about the 'Davidson Party'. I smirked and stood up and walked over to Jake. I sat down next to him, linking my arm through his. Ty sat across from me stunned. Good. Fucking asshole, I thought to myself.
"Hey babe," I had been calling Jake babe sense the 5th grade, our little joke, but Ty didn't know that.
"Hey hun," he smiled down at me. Oh yeah, he calls me hun.
"So, I've been hearing about your party this weekend, and I've been wondering when the hell your gonna invite me," I put on a mad face.
He laughed, "Amy, you're a given, I don't need to invite you, your automatically invited. No but's about it." I smiled.
"I'd still like a personal invitation," I stuck my lip out in a pout.
He stood up and climbed out from his bench. He got down on one knee, facing me, and took my hand in his.
In a fake English accent he looked up at me through his sandy blonde hair, "My lady, I would be honored if you would attend the Davidson Ball this weekend," he paused, "And dance with me."
I stared in shock, and then I burst out laughing, through my giggles I managed, with quite a good English accent, "Of course my lord." he smiled up at me and sat back down, slipping my arm through his again. I looked up through my long eyelashes to look across the table at Ty, he was glaring at me, which made my laugh stop.
"Well now that your 'formally' invited. What are you gonna wear?" Aaron raised his eyebrow at me.
"Mmmm...my black little number." I answered sarcastically,
"And what does that consist of?" he smiled.
"A tiny thong and see through bra!" his smile widened and I slapped his arm, "Fucking clothes you pervert."
"You gonna drink?" Aaron wasn't fazed by my slap.
"Possibly, why?"
"Because then maybe I will get to see that black number,"
I gasped, "In your dreams asshole!" I smiled sexily and walked back towards Soraya and Matt.
Flirting never hurt anyone.
5 days later: Saturday Night: Night of the Party
I stepped out of the shower and shivered. I quickly wrapped the white towel around my body. I walked over to my sink and bent down to search for the blow dryer. When I found it I blow dried my hair and left it falling straight down my back. I then slipped into a short jean skirt and a dark brown American Eagle t-shirt.
"Hm.." I muttered into the mirror. I leaned in and applied some light brown eyeshadow, bringing out my gray eyes. I then lightly applied black eyeliner, which brightened my tan face. I flipped my hair around a little, straightening strands that were stubborn, and then I let it fall and smiled.
I slipped into my brown sandals and grabbed my off white purse. I picked up a maroon hoodie on my way out the door and walked down the stairs. Grandpa sat in the living room watching t.v.
"Hey Grandpa, I'm going to the party now. I might stay the night at Jake's, if not I'll be home late. Is that ok?" Grandpa smiled at me. He knew about the Davidson party, and I had spent the night there many times, he knew I'd be fine.
"Sure honey, have fun. I might go to Nancy's, so don't be surprised if you do come home and no ones here." I nodded.
"Bye grandpa, love you!" I walked out the door and into the warm night. It was clear outside. The sun had set not long ago, and a dark blanket was settling over the sky. I stared up and spotted the moon peaking out from between a few lonely clouds. I walked over to my BMW M3 convertible and climbed in. (someone asked what Amy drove, oh and Heartland is thriving, that's why she can afford this)
I revved the engine into the silent night, and then sped down the driveway. After about 20 minutes Jake's house came into view and I smiled. The party had already started. Every light in the house was on, and the music was practically shaking the mansion of a house.
Jake lived on over 30 acres of land, much of it was woods, but what wasn't was being used. His mansion stood in the middle of the cleared land, a long drive looping through the front. Off to the left of the house, bordering the woods was where everyone was parking. On the right side, and back quite a bit was a teepee of wood. Soon to be a roaring bonfire.
I pulled into the already crowded half of the yard and put the top up on my car. No drunken person was about to do anything to this girls car. I stepped out and locked my doors, slipping my key into a box under the car that had been placed there by Scott. If I drank, I drank, and losing keys was very easy at a party like this. And fortunatly I happened to always remember the box, even if I became intoxicated.
I then sauntered towards the house. Boy was that a walk. I finally made it to the huge oak door and walked through. The halls were crowded with people, most everyone holding a red plastic cup, the sign of beer. Some held blue cups, the sign of coke, punch, or other beverages. People at these parties who held a blue cup weren't about to have much fun. Red went with red, blue went with blue. And there wasn't much blue. So the blues would be leaving quite soon if they didn't change their color.
Of course I had mastered the art of trickery. If for some reason I didn't feel like drinking at a party, I would snatch a red cup, and fill it with coke. Easy. But those who were blue tended to be misfits and unpopular but happened to stumble into the party, so they weren't smart enough to think of that. Or they were too shocked at the craziness of the party, and just didn't even think about it.
I smiled at people I recognized, and some I didn't as I squeezed through the hall. I made it to the huge living room, where the furniture had been pushed to the walls and covered in plastic, revealing a huge room. The room was easily over the size of a basketball court. Did I mention Jake is filthy rich?
A DJ was positioned in the corner, standing with headphones over his ears, and blaring music. Throughout the whole room people were jumping around and dancing to the music that rocked the house. I passed the living room and worked my way through the crowd towards the kitchen. Bingo. I flitted over to the beer table, snatched up a red cup, and filled it from one of the many kegs.
I took one big gulp, and then stopped. I wasn't planning on getting trashed. Only tipsy. I wanted to be aware of everything going on. I walked back to the living room and leaned against a wall, searching the crowd. Across the room from me were big french doors that were flung wide open. Straight back was the bonfire. I saw Jake and Aaron bending down near it, starting to light it.
I stumbled through the dancing people and walked into the fresh air. I made my way over to Jake and tapped his shoulder,
"I made it." he looked up from what he was doing and smiled, no sign of beer near him. He always waited until he got everything going. He stood up and dusted his hands off on his jeans and hugged me,
"Glad to hear it," I smiled and pulled back. I absently asked, "Where's Ty?" Jake's face fell.
"He got here earlier to help set up. He's around here somewhere." Jake answered jealously. But why was he jealous?
"Oh, ok. Just wondering. So, bonfire time?" Jake's eyes became warm again and grabbed my hand, pulling me back from the pit. He then motioned to Aaron, Aaron nodded. He took out a box of matches and struck ones, flinging it into the pit. That got half the fire started, so Aaron went around to the other side and threw another one in. I jumped. The flames shot quickly up the teepee, crackling with intensity.
I smiled as I saw a bunch of people migrating from the house to around the fire, and also many more people arriving. Among the people from the house I noticed Ty. His arm around a little blonde. She was laughing hysterically and Ty was smirking. He had a red cup in his hand, and was stumbling quite noticeably. I frowned at the girl as I noticed it was none other than Ashley Grant.
They stumbled over to me and Ty frowned, "Its you again," his step may have been faulty but his voice barely slurred. It only sounded more...idiotic.
"Yeah. Me again," he smiled at me,
"Jake thinks your gorgeous. Know that?"
"Really now. At least someone does," I had no clue where this came from. Like I cared if Ty thought I was pretty. I'd just met the guy.
"Yup! That's one for the money...err...hm...Ashley, tell her what you just told me!" he looked down at her, and for some reason my heart flipped with pain, and I felt tears behind my eyes
"Oh! I told Ty..." Ashley was so far gone she had no clue what she was saying, "That I think he's hot, and I'm hot, and that we should..." she started giggling uncontrollably and Ty laughed with her, he then spun her towards the house.
I followed him, planning on getting another beer. Fuck tipsy, here I come smashed.
2 hours later
I sat on a dining room chair that had been mindlessly flung into a corner of the dining room. My feet rested on another, pushing my legs into my chest. My head spun just sitting, and so did my beer. I absentmindedly swished the alcohol back and forth back and forth, while watching the show.
Ty was kneeling on the dining room table, his head tipped back. Standing over him was his new best friend, apparently, Jake. Jake held a big red funnel, and branching off of it was a tube running down into Ty's hand, which held it in place between his lips. When they were situated Jake yelled,
"IS EVERYBODY READY?" Everyone who was piled into the room roared with approval. Jake looked down at Ty, who nodded his head and shifted his body a little. Aaron stepped up onto the table holding a large quantity of beer. He counted down,
"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO...ONE!" and he started pouring the beer into the funnel, which swirled through the tube and into Ty's mouth. Ty instantly started gulping, his Adam's apple flying wildly up and down his neck. After only a few moments he started to gag a little and beer spilled out from between his lips.
The room was rocking with the chant of, "GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!" Aaron kept pouring, chanting along with everyone, until finally the cup he held was empty. Ty took his last gulp of beer, and spit the tube out of his mouth and let out a big yell. His clothes were drenched with beer, and his face was soaking wet with perspiration and what had been spit out of his mouth.
"AND THAT WAS TY FUCKING BALDWIN! THE NEW KID...NOW LADIES?" all the girls except me yelled, "WHO THE HELL WANTS TO TAKE THIS MAN TO THE BEDROOM?" the girls all cheered, their hands grabbing for Ty, some almost making him fall.
"Now, now," Ty laughed, "There's enough of me to go around. And you, my lady, are first," he jumped off of the table and walked over to a fiery red head, grabbing her hand and leading her to the adjoining living room. He pulled her close to him and started to dance to the music. Their hips were grinding, and their bodies moved together as they pushed themselves closer and closer to each other. I gagged.
For some reason seeing him grabbing that girl, who's name I forget, made my body burn as intensely as the bonfire with jealousy. At the gas station I had felt something, he may not have, and I may have been crazy, but I did. And seeing him touching her, feeling her...kissing her. It made me want to hit something. But in my drunken haze that's not what I did.
I stood up and wobbled, but regained my balance and walked over to the now empty table. I climbed onto a chair and then placed my feet onto the table. I dangerously stumbled, but someone in the crowded room pushed me back up. I placed my beer on a wooden beam above my head and then grabbed the beam. I started to dance to the music. My body was more flexible with alcohol running through my veins, and I started to bend down low, and then rise slowly, moving my hips the whole time. I heard wolf calls, and whistles from practically every male within seeing distance. In the back of my mind I registered that I was up high and I had on a skirt, but I smiled at the attention and lost myself in the music and my dance.
After a few minutes I heard someone yell, "TAKE IT OFF!" Now normally I would have slapped that person, or yelled, or screamed, or done something to preserve my dignity. But through my crazy jealousy and woozy head, I suddenly had an urge to do just that. It was hot, and I wanted to be cool.
I slowly lowered my hands to the hem of my shirt. I started to raise it up, revealing a tan flat stomach, and I raised it higher and higher, and was just about to slip it over my bra, when I felt an arm around the back of my knees. The arm jerked tightly, causing me to fall forward over the shoulder of the person. I heard moans and groans and yelling from the guys who had been watching my show.
I pounded the back of the person, who's shirt, I noticed, smelled like it just came out of the dryer. Fresh, "Let me go! Let me go!" then I thought of something, "Wait! No seriously, wait! I forgot my beer!" I cried.
The man wasn't fazed by my protests and walked me to the stairs. He walked up them, not teetering from my weight, or any alcohol he had consumed. As we got to the top of the stairs I had given up and was resting my elbow on the small of his back, my chin in my hand, bored. We walked to the end of the crowded hall, people slapping the guy on the arm, congratulating him on his catch. Catch alright.
As we turned into what I thought was a closet, but vaguely remembered as I staircase, I saw a mirror. And in it I saw me, resting over the shoulder of the man. And as the man turned to maneuver us through the door, I saw the man was Ty.
"What the hell!" I shouted, and took up pounding his back again, "Let me down!" He shook his head and took a key from above the door and locked it from the inside, slipping the key in his pocket. My drunkenness left me for a moment, and I remembered this was Jake's older brothers room. We had snuck up many times to play pranks on him before he'd left for college. Finally he'd gotten a key. Ty started to walk up the stairs, making me swing back and forth. Ohh, ok so much for not being drunk anymore.
As we got to the top he set me down and walked over towards the window.
"What the hell did you do that for? I was having fun, who do you think you are!" I yelled at him.
He turned to me, his eyes a green ocean. I melted. He was looking at me without stone cold eyes. How could I not?
"What were you doing?" he asked calmly, "That isn't you," and instantly my eyes turned to stone.
"Not me? Not me?" I yelled, "And how in the hell would you know that? 'You don't know me', as you once said. What do you know? Nothing!"
"I know one thing. I know that this isn't you. I know because I've watched you," he paused as though he had made an embarrassing confession. When he spoke his voice was soft, "I know that you wouldn't do that without a good reason. You put on a show for everyone, but I'm guessing that alcohol brought out the real emotions. Someone or something hurt you didn't they?"
Too close to home. "You know what Ty? I know something about you too. For some reason after the gas station you changed. Something happened. And because of that you go around being cold to everyone, even people trying to be nice. And you fuck every blonde haired bimbo who throws herself at you!" his eyes hardened again, "So don't tell me 'that's not you', because you know what Ty?" I sauntered over to him and dug through his pocket pulling out the key, "It's me now." I walked towards the stairs and disappeared down the steps.
I stumbled down the stairs, tears burning in my eyes. I fumbled with the key, and finally got it to open the door. I fell into the crowded hall, and fortunatly people pushed me towards the steps. I got there and managed to put one foot in front of the other. I was heading towards the door when someone bumped into me, turning me around, and I remembered something.
I walked into the still packed dining room, and climbed up onto the table. I heard someone yell and all the guys joined in. But then Jake, who was standing in the room, calling with the rest, noticed my face. I had tears cascading down my cheeks. I clenched my legs together tightly, hating that Ty had been right. This wasn't me. I reached over my head and felt around. Finally I found my beer and slipped off of the table. Jake hurried over to me,
"Amy? Are you ok?" his voice was horribly slurred, but still genuinely worried. I wondered if my own voice was as drunken.
"Im fine!" I voiced, suddenly angry. Angry at everything and everyone. I pushed past his surprised face, and pushed down my guilt. I started to walk towards the french doors, planning on going to the bonfire. Then I saw Ty, standing near the door, dancing with Ashley. He'd gotten over our fight that fast? I was still pondering this when I noticed she was pulling him towards the hall I was standing in. I hurriedly hid behind a couple making out. I noticed it was Aaron. He looked down at me surprised,
"Amy.."
I cut him off, "Carry on," I waved my hand suggestively. They didn't hesitate. Ashley walked past, towing Ty behind her. She was giggling, like usual, and Ty was chuckling. I followed them at a safe distance and saw her pull him into the only deserted corridor. The one always blocked off. The offices of Jake's parents and the huge library. Ashley stepped over the rope and so did Ty. She pulled him through the doors of the library. I looked around myself and then followed.
Ashley had swung the door, meaning to close it, but it hadn't closed fully. I peeked through the opening and gasped. Ashley had pushed Ty against a wall and was running her hands up and down him arms, and then his chest. She moved her hand to the back of his neck, pulling his face close to hers. But then she pulled back, teasing him. He roughly took her hips and slammed them into his own, swirling her around so she was against the wall, and he savagely took her mouth with his.
Ashley felt her way down to his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Ty's hands strayed down to her shirt, and started to lift.
I set my beer down on a table near me and headed for the front door.
A/N- Sooo?