Chapter Four:
Noah:
I was shaking my head, listening to Baird's speech again.
How long has it been now?
It's been a week of spending my days here, listening to Baird say the same things over and over again. At night I have the night shift at the club.
When was I supposed to get sleep?
It was difficult to focus right now; I felt a little light-headed.
I took in a slow breath before I leaned up against the wall. It was convenient that I had this small room to myself. It made it impossible for the volunteers to see any of us.
It felt wrong somehow. That we got to see them, but they didn't get to see us.
Not like it mattered, Humans go based on who they are attracted to.
We aren't much different, but our bodies tend to know things before we do.
I found myself slowly drifting off. I tried to fight it, but I was too damn tired.
"Noah."
I opened my eyes and glared at the man.
"Baird," I said.
"Your heart rate slowed down," he said, "I figured I should check on you."
"Thanks," I said, a little annoyed.
"You are quite welcome," he said, "If you still haven't felt any tremors, you might want to get some rest."
I glared up at him "That's a great idea."
He stepped aside, "All the volunteers are here already, and you've seen them all, I assume."
I nodded, even though I probably didn't.
"Get some rest then," he said, "I know you work late tonight."
I nodded, but I didn't want to get up.
"Do you require assistance?" he asked.
I shook my head, "I'm okay."
He nodded, "I'm going back out there, rest well."
"Good luck."
He left the room but not before smiling politely at my response.
If I didn't know him so well, I'd think he was a butler droid or something. He fit the part.
Well, that and we don't have those.
I forced myself up before heading to my room.
Once I was inside the small dark room, I sighed.
I stood in front of the door and just stared at the dark gray bed sheets and dark blue comforter.
They called to me; I couldn't move.
This feeling of disappointment hit me hard.
Did I usually feel this lonely?
I was a little mad at myself for feeling that way, and against my better judgment, I turned around and left my room.
I didn't want to be alone, and I didn't want to feel as shitty as I did.
Before I had a chance to think about it, I was standing in front of a familiar door.
I knocked lightly.
The door opened, and the redhead looked at me with a smirk on her face.
"It's been a while, Noah," she said, "What brings you by?"
I didn't bother answering her, I just walked in, and she slowly stepped back, and her smile only got wider.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said low.
The door shut behind me.
Shay:
I was nervous.
Holy crap, I was nervous!
It took me longer to get ready than I thought it would.
"Jeez," Jody knocked on the bathroom door "Are you ready yet?"
"You know I'm not," I said back, "What was I even thinking?"
She pulled open the door to glare at me.
"You act like you've never been on a group date before," her hands were on her hips.
"It's been a while," I admitted.
Guys didn't usually ask me out, but they asked her out all the time.
"You are hot, okay," she smacked me right on the butt, and I yipped.
"I didn't need that," I said, rubbing the stinging cheek.
"Okay, so you are wearing a short dress," she said, "Own that bitch."
I was borrowing her short lilac dress. It ended a bit above the center of my thighs, and the straps were thinner than my pinky finger.
It also didn't help that the neckline was a deep V that was open the full length of my sternum. Yes, my nipple piercings were quite visible in this dress. I also made sure my usual earrings were in. I rarely changed them out. They were a gift from my brothers. They were silver circles with a black heart on them.
She wore a pair of high-rise black shorts, with eight black buttons. Her top was pretty much a bra with several straps and a cropped mesh shirt over.
"We both look pretty fuckable," she said, looking me dead in the eye before putting in her two signature diamond stud earrings. A gift from her grandmother, I believe.
I mean, I couldn't argue.
My hair is up in a bun, and my make-up is done. Jody is a miracle worker.
I looked over at her and just smiled. Her hair was back; even though it was short, she styled it with a little bit of gel. Her make-up is done more than mine was. She went all out with hers.
Her lips were black, and mine were dark lilac.
"Let's hit the town," Jody said.
We put on our shoes; mine were black lace flats with a small bow at the toes. Jody wore black high heeled ankle boots. Lots of silver, and laces up the top. Completely hot.
I walked out of my room with Jody right behind me.
"Hold on."
We both froze to see my older brother standing in the kitchen looking, definitely annoyed.
He looked like he was getting ready for bed. He was wearing light gray sweat pants and a darker gray tank top.
"Where do you think you are going dressed like that?"
"Andre," Jody held her hands up, "I can explain."
He folded his arms over his chest, expectantly.
"We're going on a group date," she said, "There are ten of us total, five boys and five girls."
He glared at her.
"I'll be responsible," I said, "I promise."
His stern gaze went to me, "Do you have everything you need?"
I nodded, I had a small black, over the shoulder purse with my phone and my wallet. I was all set.
"Maybe a jacket," Andre said, looking at both of us.
"Or we just guilt some poor guy into giving up his," Jody said seriously.
I could tell by his expression that that was not what he wanted to hear.
"I have to be up early," he said, "Make sure you are home before three."
I nodded before hugging him, "Love you, big brother."
Jody hugged him while my arms were still wrapped around him "Love you too."
"Yeah, yeah," Andre said, patting both of us on the back, "Love you too, stay safe."
I was surprised he didn't give us more shit.
We were quick to make our exit.
"Was it just me, or was Andre surprisingly cool about us going out?"
"I thought so too," I admitted.
She shrugged.
He was like a big brother to Jody, too, so he always yelled at both of us for dressing like we are right now. I think he wants us to find nice boyfriends already. Though dressed like this, I wasn't expecting to find a nice guy.
"You need to let me know if you like one of the guys," Jody said, "Based on what Whitney said, they are all college guys."
I frowned a little to myself. The last thing I needed was to get talked down to.
"If it comes down to it," Jody said, "You and I can ditch them."
I was quick to nod, "If they are dicks, can we just dance?"
"What else would we do?" she asked me.
I grinned at her as we continued to make our way to the small little club.
This one was a bit cooler about letting underage girls in, meaning they didn't care to know how old we were, because of how hot we were.
We made our way inside, and it didn't take long for us to find Whitney.
She was hard to miss.
She wore a short red dress that hugged every curve of her body, and she had them in all the right places.
Strapless, and I believe braless.
She had large breasts, so they were a little harder to tame. She seemed to be doing just fine.
Her half blonde half orange hair was short and curled. Her hair didn't even reach her shoulders.
"Ladies," Whitney greeted, pulling both of us into a hug at the same time.
She smelled terrific.
I wonder if I smelled even half as good.
Her dark red lips were full, and grinning wickedly at both of us.
Her blue eyes made it hard to look at anything else on her face.
"You both look so hot!"
"So do you," Jody said.
"You do," I said to her, nodding.
"The guys are over here," she pointed a little off to the side "I swear all of them are so effing hot."
Did she say effing?
Jody looked at me as if asking the same thing.
Alright then.
Whitney led us to where the party was, and I guess I would say they were all hot.
The first guy up was blond with short curly hair, with what looked like in this light, green eyes. He was a little taller than me, and I was 5'5.
He introduced himself as Charlie. I think he had a bit of an accent. I couldn't hear all that well over the loud music.
His eyes went right to my chest, and to my surprise, I really didn't care. I didn't get that hot feeling like I wanted him to stare. I also didn't get that creepy feeling either. I put them out, and they were bound to get looked at.
The next guy was darker-skinned, and he had high cheekbones. He was an attractive man.
His eyes were what surprised me. They looked pale blue.
"Chris," he said with a deep manly voice.
His voice is what I imagine dark chocolate would sound like if it spoke. It was sexy.
His eyes didn't venture down, but I could tell he already saw. He was trying to be polite.
There was only one other one. The other two must be off dancing.
The third guy here looked like he might be Hispanic.
He was cute; I couldn't deny that.
He had thick black hair, short but still noticeable. His eyebrows were thick and dark, and with those light brown eyes. He looked handsome, for sure.
"David," he said, keeping his focus on Jody.
Jody seems slightly interested. But I think she was going for dark chocolate.
Shit, I already forgot the poor boys' name.
Whitney was quick to latch on to the guy with pale blue eyes, and I think that was when Jody and I both figured out what was going on here.
She invited us here to hook us up with her boyfriends' friends. Rude.
Okay, not really. At least let us know first.
"Where are the other girls?" Jody asked Whitney.
Whitney pointed to the dance floor, and sure enough, they were dancing with two guys.
I watched for a second, and I could see that one of the guys was having a hard time trying not to let the girl grind so hard on him.
Poor thing.
It only took a minute before the two girls came over to introduce themselves to us.
"Meghan," smiled wide at us.
She had reddish-brown hair that just barely passed her shoulders and green eyes. Her dress was green, and it was a little longer than mine. It ended just above her knees, and the straps were actual sleeves. A small upside-down triangle revealed her cleavage. I liked her already.
The other girl walked up, and I watched as she actively had to pull down her dress. Damn, that silver dress was short. I could almost see her butt cheeks from the back.
The straps were as this as mine were.
"Casey," she waved at us.
She had thick black hair that reached her waist. Not sure if her eyes were black or dark down. She didn't look like she wore much make-up, just her eyebrows.
She was gorgeous.
Slutty, but gorgeous.
Her boobs were held quite tight in the dress. She was wearing a bra. One of the few of us that was, it would seem.
I was too conscious of the fact that my nipples were so prominent. If I covered them now, then everyone would notice.
It took me a second to realize the girl I thought was with our group was the one harassing that poor guy. Oh well, that means he came here knowing who his partner was.
Right behind were the guys they were dancing with.
One of them caught my attention. Not in a good way.
"Shay," he said, looking me up and down.
I used to date this asshole. Toby.
His light brown hair is shorter than it used to be. He must have buzzed it off after we broke up. Good.
His eyes were dark brown, and he was just a bit taller than me. I think I remember him saying he was 5'9.
He moved in to press his lips to my ear.
"You look good."
I pressed my hand to his chest to move him back.
"I know," was all I said to him.
I brought my focus to the other guy, and he was a little nerdy.
Cute but nerdy.
He wore brown dress pants with a white button-down shirt tucked into them. He had his dark brown hair gelled back, and his glasses made it hard to see his eye color with all the lights reflecting off of them.
He was what I might classify as stick thin, but then again, clothes could be deceiving.
Reggie, I think that is how he introduced himself.
Toby leaned forward to whisper in my ear again, and it was starting to piss me off.
"Dance with me?" he asked.
"No."
Jody was the one that pushed him back this time.
Jody leaned in to say something to me but was pulled back by the guy named David.
He leaned in to say something to her, and her eyes on me were surprised.
He probably just asked her to do something naughty.
She moved a little away from him, and I watched as she dropped her hand to the apparent growth in David's pants. She flicked him right in the dick, and he doubled over holding it.
Her face said it all. He was trying to get at her without even a little conversation.
She leaned forward to whisper in my ear finally.
"You okay with dick head being here?"
I shrugged, I guess I didn't care. I just wasn't interested in him trying to come onto me.
"Do you want to ditch?" she asked.
I mean, I didn't want to flirt with any of the guys here.
I nodded at her.
She grabbed my hand and led me away from the others.
I leaned in so she could hear me, "Did you want to ditch?"
She nodded at me, "If I were wearing a dress, that guy would have tried to finger me."
Oh wow.
I just glanced back over, and David was glaring over at us.
I had a bad feeling.
Jody started to sway in front of me and pulled my attention away from the frustration over there.
I started to move my hips, and the party we came to see was barely a memory.