I got up from my chair, angry. Apparently he's been made to say I'm his, for God's sake! I barely know him.
"I'm not yours, Kayler!" I spat.
Connor turned to him.
"You heard her," he said, hiding a smile at my reaction.
Kayler looked at him angrily, his jaw was clenched and he broke his beer glass in anger. And that was glass.
Don't go near him, Connor, or else they're in trouble. He warned, "You know what I mean.
He gave me one last look, but it wasn't a look of hate. It was a calm look. How can he change his mood so quickly?
Connor approached me.
"Hey, do you want to dance? "He whispered in my ear.
I looked up at him.
What did Kayler mean by that, "Do you know what he means"?
"Connor, I don't know if it's..."I started to say, but he interrupted me.
"Hey, we came here to have fun; don't listen to Kayler."He grabbed my hands.
I frowned in his direction.
I feel weird being touched by Connor. It's not the same feeling I get when Kayler does it. Kayler's touch is warm and brings me calm. Whereas with Connor... It doesn't trigger me at all.
Am I really comparing them?
I nodded in Connor's direction and we walked to the dance floor. I had my beer in my hand, as did Connor. We danced to the music. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but I got thirsty. My glass of beer was gone.
"Let's go get a drink!" I shouted to Connor.
He smiled and nodded.
We headed to the bar, because there was one in this house, and Connor ordered vodka. I walked around the room, the lights making it harder to look at familiar faces. I had hoped to see someone familiar there.
Damn it! I don't know why I have this need to see a Kayler.
I must be crazy.
"Here you go." Connor handed me the glass full of vodka. I was so thirsty I took it and drank it in one gulp.
Connor raised his eyebrows.
"Take it easy, Fiera, take it easy." He smiled and took a sip of his drink.
"I want another."
He laughed and nodded.
My gaze fell on the second floor. There were several guys sitting there, kind of like the lords of this house; and I remember them, it's Kayler's gang. I followed my gaze until I stopped on a guy sitting in a bigger chair with a cigarette in hand and a girl sitting on his lap.
Kayler.
My heart starts to beat faster. He is looking at me while smoking his stupid cigarette. The girl sitting on his lap is talking things in his ear but it's obvious he doesn't pay much attention to her.
Paige.
How long has he been there?
Has he been watching me a lot?
"Another drink is here." Connor snaps me out of my thoughts and I glance at the drink.
I can feel my brow furrow. Am I furious? I take the glass and give Kayler a look. He watched me silently and then, as expected, Paige grabbed the back of Kayler's neck and gave him a tremendous kiss.
I downed the shot of vodka in one gulp and grabbed Connor's hand, forcing him onto the dance floor, again. Slow music was playing; Connor grabbed my waist and I put my hands behind his neck. We were so close, I could feel his breath.
He leaned into my ear.
"You're so pretty. "He whispered.
He placed a kiss on my cheek and positioned himself in front of me, too close for my liking. And then it happened. In the blink of an eye he kissed me. At first I didn't quite understand, I was puzzled but then I let myself go.
We kissed, yes, but suddenly I felt Connor pull out of me and then I opened my eyes.
Kayler.
He pushed him to the ground and punched him.
-Kayler, let go! -I yelled.
But he kept punching him.
The crowd around me stopped whatever they were doing to wheel around us.
I tugged on Kayler's shirt to get him to stop hitting him, but it was no use.
-I told you to stay away from her! -he spat, taking another swing at him.
Connor seemed to react, and now he punched him in the cheek, but Kayler didn't flinch.
I couldn't stand there anymore. I never liked to see two boys fight, ever.
-Kayler! -I shouted for the last time.
I felt helpless. I ran out of there, I didn't want to see blood anymore. I ran into the woods and into the forest, I had to get to my house. Little by little the noise of the music was becoming more inaudible. The moon was shining. It had a reddish glow. I kept running until I got tired. My breathing was labored.
I stood still for a moment.
I was a little dizzy from the alcohol in my body. I was sweating. There were no animals to be heard in the forest.
Did I say forest?!
Oh, God! I went into the forest!
How could I be so oblivious and stupid?!
If I'm lucky I'll make it home safe and sound. I kept walking at a fast pace. The forest was not so dark because of the moonlight; it was foggy and very cold. I put on the hood of my jacket.
I should have waited for Connor.
I feel like a coward for not staying to help him; but he's a man, he'll know how to defend himself. I heard the owl hoot. I pulled my cell phone out of my jacket bag and checked the time. It was eleven o'clock at night. There was no signal.
Great.
"Carolina!" I heard yelling from behind me.
Kayler
I turned around immediately. There was no one behind me.
"Kayler!" I shouted.
-Carolina! -I heard it again, but it was far away.
I was suddenly relieved to know that I would soon be safe with Kayler. I started running in some direction, I wasn't sure where I was going, but I had to find him.
Where could he be?
I kept running until I felt my cake buckle and I fell. I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. I had twisted my cake. Now how am I going to get out of here? I need to get out of here. I tried to stand up but it was no use. It hurt.
-Kayler! -I screamed again. I admit it. We were afraid the wolves would come back.
-Carolina... -A voice was heard near me.
Kayler
-Get me out of here," I said almost immediately. I could feel my hands shaking.
"Don't worry," he calmed me down, "Nothing will happen to you with me"
His countenance was confident. I nodded trusting him. He took me in his arms and I clung to his neck; we started walking in the direction of my house. Kayler's perfume invaded my nostrils. God! It's a smell I want to breathe in all the time. I felt his skin so warm and warm. A feeling of always wanting to be like that came over me, and it was like it was what I was always waiting for.
What are you doing, Kayler Brown?