JASON'S POV
The words clawed their way into my sleep, a relentless echo: "Pull him off...he's going to kill him...somebody stop them..." My eyes snapped open, the abrupt awakening a jolt. I fumbled for water, but the bedside glass was empty. With a sigh, I rose, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs as I stumbled toward the kitchen.
Reaching for the refrigerator, I grabbed a bottle and drank, the cold liquid a temporary solace. Leaning against the cold metal, the dream lingered, the words a haunting refrain. They weren't new; I'd heard them before, that day, and every day since, a constant reminder of the monster I'd become.
The silence of the house amplified the echoes, each word a poisoned dart. The past, a shadow, was ever-present, a weight I couldn't shake. The dream, the words, the monster...they were all pieces of a shattered mirror, reflecting a reality I desperately wished to escape.
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My running shoes pounded the pavement, the music a frantic heartbeat against the echoes of the dream. The world blurred as I circled the block, a symphony of motion and sound. Then, the jarring ring of my phone ripped me from my trance. It was Ed. With a groan, I answered. "Hey!" I gasped, lungs still burning. "Whoa, are you running? You sound like you're being chased!" he said. "Yeah, so make it snappy," I replied. "I was gonna see if you were home, but maybe I'll just swing by later," he said. "Why?" I demanded. "I'll explain when I see you," he said, then hung up. "What in the world was that?" I muttered, already heading for another lap.
Returning home, I found my dad in the front yard. "Good morning," I greeted him, heading for the house, but stopped short. "Wait, is that...?" I questioned. "Your motorbike. Figured since you're back, I'd get it checked out for you so you can start using it again," he explained, a smile playing at his lips. "As long as you're okay with that," he added. I scoffed, nodding, and walked closer, examining the bike. "Well, I'm fine. The question is, are *you*?" I said. "I'm fine with it too... just a few conditions," he said, and I almost rolled my eyes. "Just one... Be careful," he said. "Alright, I'm off to work now. I'll send it to the garage when I get back," he added, patting my shoulder. "Okay," I replied, watching him go. "Dad!" I called out. "Thank you," I said, and he tried not to smile, but I saw it. Even in these moments, he was nonchalant. "Just go inside and shower; you need it," he said. I scoffed, then stared back at my bike, a grin spreading across my face, before heading inside.
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As I toweled my hair dry after my shower, my gaze drifted toward Vanessa's house. The windows were shut, the curtains drawn tight, just as they'd been for days. Was she alright? Had my dance moves, and perhaps my overzealous energy, freaked her out? I chuckled to myself, trying to lighten the mood, but then my attention snapped back to her house. Suddenly, the windows flew open. My instincts took over, and I ducked for cover. "Wait," I thought, a wave of confusion washing over me. "Why am I hiding? I've been dying to see her, and now that I almost can, I'm playing peek-a-boo?" I peeked back, but she was nowhere to be seen. With a frustrated sigh, I smacked my forehead.
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Later that afternoon as promised Ed came over..." Seriously? That's all you've got?' he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice...as he gazed upon my humble lunch of noodles.." Yes..why do you want to invite me over for lunch at your dad's restaurant.." I quipped, a playful challenge in my tone. 'I'm sure he'd be thrilled to have you... being his favorite son and all,' he replied, a smile playing on his lips, and I chuckled softly. 'So, what's the big secret you were hinting at earlier?' I inquired. " It's nothing major" ....he replied..First things first, Ill have some noodles as well.." he said, already reaching for my tin as I pulled it away.." I'll make you your own.." I said as I stood up..headed for the kitchen and grabbed another tin.
"Oh, by the way... was that your bike I spotted in the yard?' he asked. 'Yeah, Dad's planning to have it checked out so I could drive it again..." I replied.." That must be exciting..I call first ride." He said as I scoffed.." We'll see." I replied...as I got back to having my noodles.." Are you sure I can't have some of those.." she said attempting to get some but I smacked his hand away.." Yours are getting ready...." I replied as he sulked and scoffed.." Somethings really don't change." He commented as I chuckled at his tantrums.
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I watched Ed slurp down his noodles, and I couldn't help but ask, "Good, right?" "Yeah," he mumbled through a mouthful, continuing to devour them. "Spill the beans, or I'm taking these away," I threatened, and he looked up, a touch of panic in his eyes. "Why are you so intense? I said it's not a big deal," he protested, and I glared, reaching for the tin, only for him to grab it back. "Alright, alright! Just... leave the noodles alone," he conceded.
"Remember Stacy?" he asked, and I blinked. "Stacy?" "Stacy Hong," he clarified. "Oh, yeah, I remember," I replied. "Well, it's her summer party tonight, and she invited us... including you," he said...as I scoffed "I'm not going," I declared immediately. "Why not?!" he exclaimed. "I'm just not in the mood for a party," I explained. "Is this about Stacy?" he pressed. "Dude, I barely knew Stacy back then. It's about me not wanting to go to a party," I clarified. "So, you're just being a coward," he said bluntly, and I glared at him. "What?" I questioned. "You're not going because you're afraid to see everyone. You're scared," he repeated, his tone matter-of-fact.
"You've got it all wrong," I countered. "I'm not scared to meet anyone. I didn't do anything wrong back then, and I stand by that."
"Exactly," he said, "So why are you the one hiding?" His words hit a nerve. "Back then, you took the fall. You admitted to your actions, got expelled, and left for rehab to work on yourself. You did everything you needed to do, so you don't owe anyone anything anymore. You're back to start fresh, and you can only do that if you let go of the past and move on. I'm pretty sure most everyone else has." His tone was raw, and I could tell he was speaking from the heart..." iam not going.." I repeatedly..."Finish your noodles and go home," I added...already heading off..."Jason!" he called out, but I ignored him, retreating to my room, slamming the door shut, and sinking into the blessed silence.
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VANESSA'S POV
" Iam all good mom..no worries.." I said over the phone...." How's everything going with you and Dad... you know, the divorce proceedings?" I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's going well... it's taking a bit longer, but it's all part of the process," she replied, and I let out a deep sigh. "Have you been talking to your Dad lately?" she questioned, her voice laced with a gentle concern that mirrored my own unease. "No, we haven't talked in a while... but we text. He asks me how I'm doing, and I do the same," I replied, the words feeling hollow even to my own ears. "Ness, I know... this is all so hard, and we still haven't sat down and talked about it all. I know you have a lot to say to us, and we, too, have a lot to say to you... and I'll make sure we do it all soon. For now, don't beat yourself up about it; this is a matter that concerns me and your Dad secondarily," she explained, her words a lifeline in the stormy sea of my emotions. I clenched my teeth, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "I know, Mom," I replied, my voice thick with unshed tears. "Well, I should get going... I need to help Granny out with something," I said, trying to pull away from the phone call, from the weight of the conversation. "Oh, okay... I'll talk to you later," she replied, her voice softening. "Okay, Mom... bye," I said, the word a mere breath as I hung up, the silence amplifying the ache in my chest.
With a sigh, I stared at the pile of clothes on my bed, the vibrant colors mocking my muted mood. I was trying to find something to wear to the party. At first, I didn't really see the point, but now I realized that Granny was right. I needed some time to myself, and what better way to get that than at a party? I needed to get out of my head a bit... to breathe. With that, I had made up my mind: I was going to the party. As I kept trying to put together an outfit, I heard a scream...
Bursting from my room and into Amy's—which was just across the hall—I found her perched before a mirror. Scissors were clutched in one hand, and a handful of hair in the other. "Van..." she called, her voice laced with a sigh. "I swear, I followed the tutorial *exactly*! How did this happen?" My eyes scanned her uneven bangs. "It's not *that* bad," I offered, hoping to ease her distress. "We can just even out the sides."
"Can you do that?" she asked, her voice tinged with doubt. "Yes," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Have you ever cut bangs before?" she questioned, a hint of amusement in her tone. I chuckled softly. "No, but I'm sure I can follow the tutorial and fix it." She glared at me, her uncertainty palpable. "Ugh," she groaned. "Okay, just do whatever you can. It can't get any worse, right?" she conceded. I grabbed her phone to watch the tutorial.
"You can open your eyes now," I told Amy, who had kept them squeezed shut throughout the entire bang-trimming ordeal. "Are you sure? I mean, does it look better?" she asked, her voice laced with apprehension. "You'll only find out if you open your eyes," I replied, a hint of amusement in my tone. She sighed dramatically and finally did. Her initial look of distress quickly morphed into one of relief as she took in her new bangs. "Oh my goodness, Van...how did you?" she questioned, her voice filled with genuine delight as she examined them closely. "I never doubted you," she added, before enveloping me in a hug, a hug I was quick to escape from.
"Thank you," she said again, taking another look. "Woah, you really are good at everything, huh? Granny was right." She admitted, a playful teasing in her eyes. I scoffed. "No, I'm actually quite terrible at a couple of things, too," I countered. "Name one," she challenged. "You're academically a class topper, you're smart and intelligent, good at sports—you know, archery, ice skating, you learned ballet, can play the guitar...and oh, you can cut bangs, even bangs at that!" she rattled off, a smile playing on my lips.
"Well, I'm not good at reading other people," I said, stopping myself from saying more. "I can't tell when someone around me is struggling..." I trailed off. "Well, I'll go and get ready as well," I added, turning to leave before she could ask me to elaborate. "Van!" she called, stopping me in my tracks. "Thanks again," she said, her voice soft. I smiled and slipped out, leaving her to her own devices.
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JASON'S POV
"Leaving you this in case you change your mind and want to come... with us..." Ed's text taunted me. I read it, then slammed my phone back on the table, returning to the comforting glow of my game.
"I'm sorry about my tone earlier... I had no reason to call you out like that." Another text. Sigh.
"I'll be picking up Amy and Vanessa at 7... you can come with us."
"Vanessa!" I practically yelled, snatching up my phone. "What am I doing...?" I muttered, remembering his sly mention of her. "He's clearly trying to tempt me..." I tossed the phone back down.
"Did I mention that Vanessa will be joining us too?" The next text. I scoffed. "I am not going..." I started to type, but a new message cut me off.
"I asked Stacy and Daniel and his minions weren't invited... so it's safe for you to go."
My resolve crumbled. He knew exactly what buttons to push. I had been dared to this the moment he called me a coward. "Fine," I typed back.
The phone rang instantly. It was Ed. "Really?"
"Yes... but I'm leaving early," I managed, already regretting my surrender.
He cheered, a boisterous sound through the speaker. "Done!" he exclaimed, chuckling. "Be ready by 7. You know how Amy gets about being late." He hung up before I could even respond, leaving me staring at the silent screen. With a groan, I stood up, defeat settling in as I headed to get ready.
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"It's just a party, Dad... I'll be fine," I said, rolling my eyes. "I know it's just a party, but those are the times you get into trouble. I wasn't there for you then, and I should have paid more attention. I'm making sure that doesn't happen again," he explained. I sighed. "Okay, Dad... do what you have to do," I replied, already feeling the familiar frustration bubbling up. "I should get going, Ed's waiting," I added, hanging up. I understood why he was like this, but it was still irritating, especially since he hadn't always been this way. "Was that your dad?" Ed asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Yeah," I replied, already scanning the area for Amy and Vanessa. "Aren't they here yet?" I questioned. "They're still getting ready. I can't tell if I'm early or if they're late," he joked, and I chuckled. "Well, according to Amy, you're late if you arrive after she does," I added, and we both laughed. Then, an awkward silence fell..."Remember that time in Junior High?" Ed began, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "When those mortifying pictures of me from middle school surfaced?" he added, and I settled in to listen. "I was so mortified, I wouldn't leave my room. I was glued to the comments on the school website, the memes... it was a complete disaster. I declared I was going to become a permanent recluse and even drop out of school," he continued, and I was momentarily transported back. "And then you showed up, yanked me out of my self-imposed prison. You told me I wasn't to blame and that I needed to hold my head high. You insisted I return to school and not let anyone see that I was affected. The next day, I went back, and, unbelievably, no one mentioned it, no gossip, at least not to my face. The posts vanished, too, and when I inquired, I was told you'd taken them down, threatening anyone who dared to make fun of me," he finished, a chuckle escaping him.
"Let me return the favor today," he said, looking up at me, a determined glint in his eyes. "I promise to hit anyone who dares to mess with you today." I couldn't help but scoff with a chuckle. "Calm yourself down, little man," I said, and he shot me a glare. "Hey, we agreed that you would stop calling me that," he protested. "Trust me, I'll be just fine," I replied..."If you want to help me, then stay out of trouble—that way, I will too. I just promised my dad that I'll be on my best behavior today and not cause any trouble," I added, as he scoffed. "Since when do you listen to your dad?" he questioned. "I don't, but staying out of trouble benefits me too," I replied...Just then Amy and Vanessa arrived.." Iam really we had you both waiting so long.." Amy said.." It wasn't long..just a whole thirty minutes." I replied as she shot me a glare.." It's okay..the party doesn't start untill 8 and we shall be there by then." Ed explained.." let's go then." Amy announced as she got into the passengers seat...leaving me and Vanessa to occupy the back seats.
The car fell silent, a tense quiet hanging in the air as we pulled away...After some time.."Ed!" Amy's voice sliced through the stillness. "The party's today, not tomorrow!"
"I know," he mumbled.
"Then why are we crawling along like snails in molasses?" she demanded, and I couldn't help but feel the car's sluggish pace.
"Slowly? I'm being *cautious*," he said, the word dripping with a forced calm.
"Cautious is one thing, but at this rate, we'll be celebrating New Year's before we see that party!" she retorted, and I stifled a laugh at their familiar dynamic.
"Stop the car!" she commanded suddenly.
"Why in the world?" Ed asked, bewildered.
"Let's switch. I'll drive," she announced.
"Absolutely not. I'll increase the speed," he insisted.
"Are we switching, or are we not?" she pressed, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.
"Just do it, man," I muttered to Ed.
"You asked for this," he muttered back, unbuckling and surrendering the driver's seat to Amy. As he settled into the passenger seat, he turned back, a glint of something akin to fear in his eyes. "Buckle up."
He immediately gripped the grab handles. I glanced at Vanessa, whose eyes were wide with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. "Alright, let's do this!" Amy declared, and with a roar of the engine, we shot forward, throwing us back in our seats. Vanessa and I instinctively reached for the handles.
"And this is exactly why I didn't want her to drive," Ed muttered, as the car's speed remained unchanged.
"Should I play some music?" Amy asked, and honestly, I think we were all too busy clinging to life to even answer. She took our silence as a yes and turned up the volume...with that we could only hope we made it to the party in one piece.
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Pulling over at the Hong mansion...I leaned back and sighed deeply, turning to Vanessa. "You okay?" I asked, and she nodded, still a bit pale. "Amy, what was that? We could've been pulled over!" I exclaimed, and she just smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What? We were totally within the speed limit," she replied... nonchalantly as I sighed deeply.
"Come on, let's go inside." She hopped out, pulling Vanessa along, while Ed and I followed, still trying to catch our breaths. Before us stood the Hong mansion. The Hongs are the wealthiest family in Qingzhen, so you can imagine the place was ridiculously extravagant. The music was pumping, but there wasn't a soul in sight. Usually, there'd be people by the pool, in the parking lot, everywhere. It was eerily empty. "Are we even at the right place?" Ed asked, a touch of concern in his voice. "Maybe you drove so fast, we went past the mansion?" he teased, earning him a playful swat from Amy. "Let's go," she said, grabbing Vanessa's arm and leading the way, with us trailing behind.
Arriving at the entrance, we were greeted by the housekeeper, who led us to the living room. Besides the music, the decorations, the snacks, and the drinks, the place was deserted.
"Please, have a seat. I'll go get Ms. Stacy," the housekeeper said. "Thanks, Rina," Amy replied as we all settled down, confusion etched on our faces. "What's going on?" Ed asked. "Where is everyone?" he added. "I have no idea. Let's just wait for Stacy," Amy said.
It wasn't long before Stacy arrived, her heels announcing her presence. "Hey, everyone," she said, walking towards us...."Hey, Stacy, are we early? I'm pretty sure you said 7 or 8," Amy asked, and Stacy sighed.
"No, you're not late. It's just that no one else is coming. I didn't expect you guys to show up either," she replied making us even more curious.
"Why is that?" Ed questioned. "Well, Daniel's throwing a summer party at the beach. That's where everyone else went. I just wish that a**hole had told me before I wasted my time and money with all these preparations. He's probably getting back at me for not inviting him and his minions," she explained. "I'm really sorry, guys. There's no party here," she added, sulking.
"Well that's brutal. You always throw the first party of the summer... Daniel is such a prick! " Amy replied, clearly annoyed.
"Well since you're already here... I was thinking, maybe we ditch the original plan and have Rina whip up some snacks? We could have our own little feast! I know it's not the party we envisioned, but..." she began, a playful smirk spreading across her face. "Who needs Daniel and his lame party? We've got everything we need right here for a night to remember!" She exclaimed, her eyes dancing with excitement.
"Exactly! I wouldn't be caught dead at Daniel's, so it's either here with all the delicious snacks and drinks or home alone. And let's be honest, the company here is way better," Amy added with a grin.
"So, Jason, are you in?" Stacy asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I nodded, a grin forming on my face. "I mean, I wasn't exactly thrilled about meeting everyone else anyway, so this works perfectly." Stacy leaped up, a triumphant cry escaping her lips.
"Alright! Our own private party! To hell with Daniel!" Cheers erupted, and the atmosphere crackled with energy. "Oh! You must be Amy's cousin..." Stacy said, turning her attention to Vanessa.
"Vanessa," she called out..."I'm so sorry, I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't even give you a proper welcome!" "No worries," Vanessa replied, a smile gracing her lips.
"Alright, help yourselves to drinks! I'll go get Rina started on those snacks," Stacy announced, heading towards the kitchen.
"Okay , that escalated quickly," Ed chuckled, standing up. "What's everyone drinking? I'll grab the drinks!" "I'll come with you!" Amy chimed in, following him.
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The silence in the living room with Vanessa was a living thing, pressing in on us. I had to shatter it.
'Are you an "I"?' I blurted, the words hanging in the air, a clumsy start.
'I?' she echoed, her eyebrow a delicate arch.
'Introvert,' I clarified, the word feeling inadequate.
'Well, yes. My MBTI is INFP,' she replied, a quiet confidence in her voice.
'That explains everything,' I breathed, a smile blooming.
'And you?' she asked, her eyes locking onto mine.
I hesitated, the question sparking something within.
'ENFP,' I finally said, the letters feeling charged.
She laughed, a soft sound that vibrated in the space between us.
'What's wrong?' I asked, a little breathless.
'You're not just making that up, are you?' she questioned, a playful challenge in her eyes.
I scoffed, but felt a flicker of something defensive.
'Why would I? I took the test. A few months back...' I said, searching for proof.
'I might even have the screenshot somewhere...' I added, the phone now a lifeline.
'You don't have to,' she said, her voice low.
'No, it'll eat at me if I don't,' I insisted, the need suddenly urgent.
I scrolled, the photos blurring, until...
'Got it!' I announced, jumping up to show her, the phone a beacon.
'See? ENFP.'
'So, a campaigner,' she said, her eyes tracing the screen.
I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips.
Then, I saw how close we were, our arms a breath apart. Her gaze lifted, meeting mine, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just us. My heart hammered against my ribs.
'Drinks are here!' Amy's voice sliced through the air, and I instinctively recoiled, retreating to the furthest corner of the couch, the spell broken.
"Here you go," Amy said, handing Vanessa a drink. "Where's mine?" I asked.
"Ed's bringing it," she replied.
"What's taking him so long?" I questioned.
"He's probably devouring Rina's meatballs," she said, and I scoffed, getting up to meet him.
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VANESSA'S POV
"This isn't quite the party I envisioned," Amy admitted, and I couldn't help chuckle.
"If it weren't for Daniel..." she began, then trailed off.
"Who's Daniel?" I questioned curiously..." If you don't mind saying.." I added.
"Long story, but Daniel's Stacy's cousin. He's arrogant and self-absorbed. Plus, he and Jason are like sworn enemies.." she explained as I nodded..I mean that explained why they all seemed indifferent with him but I didn't feel the need to be any more inquisitive.
As we all devoured our drinks..Stacy walked in and announced..."The food's ready; let's eat." We followed her to the dining room, where a tempting array of snacks and meals was laid out. It all looked delicious, I have to admit.
"Come on, let's sit down."
Stacy added as we all did. "This looks amazing, Rina," Ed complimented.
"Thank you, Rina. You should eat too. I'll call if we need anything," Stacy replied.
"Oh, before you go, can you take a photo? I need something for my IG," she added as Rina gladly stayed back... we then all got into position for the photo.
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As we dove into the meal, I was struck by their closeness. The playful jabs, the easy laughter... it was like watching a well-rehearsed play.
"Vanessa," Stacy began, her voice laced with a curious mix of confusion and certainty
"I've got to ask... have we met before? Because I swear, I recognize you from somewhere...." She said leaving me wondering because however much I looked at her...I couldn't quite remember seeing her anywhere..." I'm not quite sure...but I've been told a couple of times that I have one of those faces.." I replied as she shook her head..."
No..it's not that I've definitely seen you somewhere.." she added sighing dramatically. "Ugh, this is going to bug me all day."...We continued eating, but my mind was already racing, trying to place the face, the feeling... Had we met? Was this some kind of elaborate joke? The mystery was definitely intriguing.
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"Seriously, Ed, are you a bottomless pit?" Amy asked , her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You're clearly stuffed!"
Ed, however, was undeterred, shoveling another meatball into his mouth. With a dramatic sigh, Amy reached over and snatched the plate away. "Amy!" he protested, his face a picture of mock outrage.
"Just give your stomach a break, okay? Let some of that food *digest* before you go for round two. I'll give these back later," she said, already halfway across the room with the plate.
"What's she doing?" Ed groaned, slumping back in his chair. Just then, Stacy sauntered in, a carton of ice-cold beer cans in her arms.
"Alright, people," Stacy announced with a grin, "you all know what comes next." A collective surge of energy rippled through the room as everyone straightened up, anticipation buzzing in the air.
Seated in a circle, Stacy shuffled the cards with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Alright, who's picking our first game?" she asked, and all eyes landed on me. "It's Vanessa's first time, so she gets to choose," Amy said, and I chuckled nervously, pulling a card from the deck. "Come on, what does it say?" Stacy pressed.
"Never have I ever," I read aloud, and a chorus of cheers erupted. "Okay, rules are simple," Stacy explained, cracking open a can of beer. "We each take turns saying something we've never done, and if anyone *has* done it, they take a drink." We all nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll start," Stacy said, raising her hand. "Never have I ever been to prison!"
All eyes immediately swiveled to Jason, who scoffed and took a long pull from his beer. I raised my can and followed suit. "OMG, Van, when *how*?" Amy exclaimed, clearly surprised, as were the others. "Well, there was this one time our party got raided, and we all got hauled in," I explained. "Our parents had to come pick us up. It wasn't a big deal, just some idiot reported some drug dealing at different high school parties."
Amy scoffed. "Woah, we're not even halfway through, and things are already getting crazy!" she said. "Okay, my turn..."
"Never have I ever had any random hookups," Amy declared, and once again, eyes darted to Jason, who took another slow sip of his beer. Ed followed suit...earning a glare from Amy.." Alright Ed spill.." Stacy said with a mischievous grin...
"Okay, this was obviously before me and Amy started dating... and it all happened by accident. I mean, it was so fast, with absolutely *no* feelings attached." Ed explained, clearly nervous from Amy's sharp glare.
"That's the point of hookups, Ed... they're *never* serious, and they have no feelings attached." Stacy replied, with a knowing smirk.
"Okay... my turn," Ed said, regaining some confidence. "Never have I ever dated two people at once," he said, as Stacy scoffed and dramatically sipped her drink.
"Remember the Elan, Stacy, and Chris *scandal*?" Ed added, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"So, you were *targeting* me?" she retorted, her voice laced with playful accusation.
"Kind of... plus, I'm surprised someone didn't take a sip," he teased, staring back at Jason, waiting for a reaction.
"Trust me, I can do a lot of things, but I never take on more than I can handle," he replied, cool as a cucumber.
"Yeah, plus Jason has never been in any serious relationship... none I've *heard* of," Amy added, as they all seemed to agree, a shared secret between them.
"Are you *sure* about that? Because as far as I remember, he had *one*," Ed added, as I listened curiously, and so did everyone else. The plot thickens!
"With Suzy... his *bike*," he replied, a deadpan expression on his face, as everyone erupted into laughter, the tension broken.
"Okay, Jason... your turn," Ed said, recovering from his fit of giggles, as he raised his arm.
"Uhhmmm, never have I ever kissed someone of the similar sex," he said, dropping the bomb. Amy, without missing a beat, picked up her can and took a *long* sip... causing everyone, especially Ed, to erupt in a chaotic reaction, a mixture of shock and amusement.
"Okay, madam, *explain*," Ed said, his eyes wide.
"Well, it was in middle school... I was practicing for my first kiss, and this girl offered to help..." she explained, the memory clearly bringing a smile to her face.
"And which was *better*... kissing a girl or a boy?" Stacy questioned, leaning forward, eager for the juicy details..."Well, both but I'd say My most favourite was with the first love I was practicing for..," she whispered, her eyes sparkling as Ed's eyebrow shot up in surprise.
"You absolute dummy... I can't believe I rehearsed for that first kiss in the middle school and we only *finally* got to have it in high school!" she added staring at Ed.
"Wait... I'm your first love?" he stammered, a mix of disbelief and delight on his face.
"You seriously didn't know?" Amy asked as Ed shook his head a radiant smile spreading across his face. It was a moment of pure, adorable bliss, and honestly, my heart did a little flutter for them.
"Aww, you guys are the cutest!" Suzy gushed.
"See, Jason? This could have been us if you'd just said yes to that confession," she said, a playful jab, as all eyes turned to Jason, who was nonchalantly sipping his beer.
"Hey, it all worked out, right? You got your Chris and Elan in the end," he quipped back, and the room exploded with laughter and excitement.
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After a few more rounds, the game had loosened us all up. We knew each other a little better, and the beer was flowing freely. "Never Have I Ever" had turned into a chaotic dance-off, with Amy, Ed, and Stacy taking center stage. Jason and I were the audience, and I have to admit, we were thoroughly entertained.
"Seriously, how are they *this* bad?" Jason asked, a laugh bubbling up...as he watched them dance
"Maybe you should show them how it's done," I suggested...thinking back on the time I accidentally caught him dancing..
" okay that was so embarrassing.." he replied a grin spreading across his face..." I can't believe you witnessed that," he added..the embarrassment settling in.
"Hey, I'm not one to judge. Especially when it looks like you were having the time of your life," I replied, and he shot me a fixed gaze...
"Want to dance, Too?" he suddenly asked, his gaze steady.
"Dance? Where did *that* come from?" I asked.
"Seeing them... it's contagious," he replied, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"I'm afraid I'm not exactly known for my dance moves," I replied, smiling..
"I'll teach you," he added, and suddenly, my heart did a little flip. It shouldn't have...." No.. Iam good.." I replied, sipping on my beer as he suddenly stood up....
"That's it!" he exclaimed as i raised an eyebrow "That's our song." He added as the first notes of sun roof filled the air...
Before I could say anything, he clasped my hand, pulling me up and towards the dance floor... where the music already throbbed, and the others were lost in the rhythm.
"I already told you..i can't dance," I repeated, trying to pull away, but his grip was firm, a little too tight...as he pulled me back.
"Just follow my lead," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the music, as he began to move. His dance moves were a whirlwind of energy, the beer clearly fueling his enthusiasm.
Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence, I started to loosen up, and before I knew it, I was completely caught up in the moment, jumping and singing along with everyone else.
For what felt like a few precious minutes, I was free, unburdened by thought, just reveling in the pure joy of it all.
As the song faded, laughter filled the air, from me, from Jason, and from the others.
"See? You weren't that bad," he complimented, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes sparkling.
"You're a great teacher..I suppose," I replied, our gazes lingering.
Another song started to play..this time a slow ballad...
"Are we dancing to this one too?" he asked..searching my eyes as I cleared my throat.
"I'm not sure... should we?" I questioned, as he moved closer, the space between us shrinking.
"One more dance won't hurt," he replied as I found myself moving closer too, drawn in.
"I don't think we can jump to this one, though," I added, a playful note in my voice, as he held out his hand.
"No, we can't," he breathed, a smile playing on his lips as he guided my hands to his neck. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of anticipation and surrender. "May I?" he murmured, his eyes searching mine. A silent promise hung in the air. I nodded, my heart quickening, and his hands found my waist, drawing me closer as our bodies started to sway to the rhythm...
"You're pretty good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against the music, and I couldn't help but laugh softly.
"I am," I breathed, the rhythm of the song pulling us closer, our bodies beginning to move as one. I fought the urge to meet his eyes, knowing that a single glance could unravel me..thus little moment had started to ignite something forbidden, a spark of intense connection that I wasn't ready to explore.
As the final notes of the song faded, so did our dance. I carefully removed my hands from his neck, and he mirrored the gesture, his hands slowly leaving my waist. But the space between us felt charged, thick with unspoken sparks and lingering heat.
"That was...good," I commented..my voice a shaky whisper.
"It was," he agreed, his eyes searching mine.
"I need to... go to the washroom," I stammered...turning away quickly, my heart hammering against my ribs as I fled the dance floor.
In the washroom, I splashed water on my face, trying to compose myself. My heart was still racing from the dance with Jason, the memory of his touch a dangerous pleasure. This felt wrong, I knew it did. I could feel sparks with someone other than Mark, but a part of me still clung to the ghost of our past. It felt like a betrayal, even though we were no longer together.
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Coming back downstairs, I found everyone gone except Jason, who was seated on the couch. "Hey," I said, settling down a safe distance away.
"Hey," he replied with a chuckle..why was he chuckling..
"Where did everyone go?" I asked, my eyes scanning the room.
"We're all staying over," he explained. "It's late, and no one can drive. So, we called home."
"Ed and Stacy helped Amy to the room. She'd definitely had one too many," he continued explain.. as I nodded, my mind still reeling. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, my gaze drifted towards him. His eyes met mine, and a jolt of panic surged through me. I quickly looked away, my cheeks burning, suddenly aware of the space between us and the unspoken words hanging in the air....i needed an escape..
Thankfully, Ed walked in..
"Well, Amy's taken care of so how about another round?" He asked cheerfully..
"Nah, I'm feeling sleepy," Jason replied bursting his bubble..and standing up. "You probably are too." He added staring at me expectantly, as I nodded.
"Stacy, if you don't mind," he began.
"Of course," she replied, "I'll show you to your rooms.." she added as we followed behind her..Ed reluctantly following....as well.
"Vanessa, you can have this room, and Ed, you can take that one," Stacy announced, gesturing. My room was directly opposite.
"I'll take this one," Jason said instantly.
"Why?" Stacy asked, her surprise evident.
"Just... it looks like a room I'd like to stay in," he replied, an odd intensity in his eyes. "It reminds me of my room at home. I think I'll sleep better with the familiarity." His words were a little cryptic.
"Alright, then. Ed, I'll show you to another room," she said...
"Okay then. Good night, you two," Stacy added as she and Ed trailed off , leaving me and Jason standing there.
"I'll get going as well...have a goodnight." I said to Jason as i immediately dashed into my room..closing the door behind me.
"I should probably head to bed as well...have a good night," I said to Jason, my voice a little breathless. Then, I practically sprinted into my room, closing the door behind me with a decisive click. Leaning against the door, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden rush of adrenaline.
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JASON'S POV
Sleep evaded me, replaced by a restless night of tossing and turning. Vanessa had stirred something within me, that much was clear. Was it just admiration, as I'd first told myself? Or was it the undeniable pull of attraction, maybe even something more profound? Was this a genuine connection, or just a fleeting infatuation?
These unwelcome questions kept me awake. I usually have a clear map to navigate these emotional waters, but with Vanessa, I was lost at sea, charting unknown territories, and the voyage was turning out to be both thrilling and confusing.
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VANESSA'S POV
A persistent knock shattered the remnants of my sleep. Groaning, I dragged myself to the door, where Stacy stood, her face lit up with a smile. "Good morning!" she chirped. "Morning," I mumbled back. "I figured you might need these after your shower." She held out some clothes. "Thanks," I said, genuinely grateful. As she turned to leave, a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes as she knocked *hard* on Jason's door, then practically skipped away.
Suddenly, the door across the hall swung open, and there he was, Jason, met with the sight of me standing awkwardly in my doorway. "It wasn't me!" I blurted out, my voice a defensive reflex. He raised an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air. "Good morning," I added, trying to salvage the situation. "Morning," he replied, his tone carefully neutral. "I'll go get ready," I mumbled, beating a hasty retreat back into my room, a deep sigh escaping me as I headed for the shower. The morning had definitely taken a turn.
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"Good morning," I greeted the group as I settled into my seat. "My head is killing me," Amy groaned, prompting Ed to place a glass of honey water in front of her. "Drink this; you'll feel better," he said, earning a soft smile from her. Just then, Jason arrived and took the seat beside me. "Good morning," he said, his voice even. "You don't look so good, bro," Ed observed. "Couldn't sleep last night," Jason replied, his gaze drifting towards me. "Can you pass me the juice?" he asked, and I quickly obliged...handing him the jar.
He held onto the handle as i let go..and our fingers brushed. I quickly pulled away, a jolt of something – definitely not alcohol-induced – coursing through me. With a sigh, I downed half a glass of juice, trying to ignore the lingering sparks.
As we continued to have breakfast, the silence was broken by Stacy.
"This is you, right?"
She held up her phone, displaying a photo. It was a picture of me, Mark, her, and another boy.
"That does look like you, Van," Amy confirmed.
"Exactly! I knew I'd seen you somewhere before. It was bugging me all night. Then, as I scrolled through my gallery, I found this..." Stacy said, a smug smile spreading across her face. I mirrored her expression, though my insides churned.
"Oh, by the way, how's Mark?"
My stomach twisted. "Are you two still together? You must be. You both looked so cute and inseparable at that basketball camp last year," she continued, oblivious. My heart began to shatter.
"You have no idea," she sighed, her voice laced with a wistful quality. "They gave off serious 2000s teen rom-com vibes. The way he was so attentive and caring towards her... It brought back a wave of memories. I even remember getting into a fight with Elan because I was so jealous that he wasn't doting on me the way Mark was with Vanessa." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "I might still have some more photos of us in here, let me check..."
I snapped. "We broke up!" My voice was shaky, the words a raw, painful confession.
"What?" Stacy exclaimed, her eyebrow arching in disbelief.
"We broke up," I repeated, forcing a chuckle. "So, there's no need for you to be jealous of anything." I added attempting to return to my meal, but a lump formed in my throat, making it difficult to swallow. My eyes scanned the table, searching for water.
A glass was silently placed in front of me by Jason. I kept my gaze low, gratefully gulping down the water.
"I'll go and get ready," I announced, standing up. "Thank you so much for breakfast, Rina," I added, turning to leave... practically escaping.
*Why the hell is this still affecting me?* I thought to myself, the question echoing in my mind as I walked away.
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JASON'S POV
The helpless, nervous look on her face –Her trembling hands, the way she kept her gaze lowered, the painful chuckle that seemed to claw its way out, and her walking away...it all kept replaying in my mind. It wasn't just the visual; it was the feeling, the weight of her unspoken words, the sadness that clung to her like a second skin.
A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, an interruption to the echo of my thoughts
"J, we should get going," Ed said. I sighed, the air leaving my lungs as if it were a physical burden. I stood up, grabbed my jacket, and followed him out
"I saw you and Vanessa yesterday," he commented, I remained silent, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
"You like her, right?" he added. The question felt like a punch to the gut. I sighed deeply,"What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral, even though my heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
"Oh, come on. You can fool everyone, even yourself, but I can tell that you like her. For some weird reason, I've been bearing witness to all your interactions, starting from the dance last night to after, to this morning," he explained, his words cutting through my carefully constructed facade. I stopped in my tracks, the weight of his observation pressing down on me.
"What's the point? She clearly isn't over her ex," I replied, the words laced with a bitterness I hadn't intended to reveal.
"Well, he's called an ex for a reason, right? And since when do you worry about all that? You're usually straightforward with your feelings," he replied in a challenging tone
"Well, this is far more complicated than usual," I replied..." It shouldn't be..but it just is.."
"How complicated?" he pressed as o shot him a glare.
"Can we stop talking about this?" I said at once quickening my pace to walk away. I could hear his footsteps quickening as well, trailing behind me, and the sound grated on my nerves.
"Her ex actually didn't look bad himself... I can understand if you feel threatened by him," he teased as I shot him a glare, scoffing in disbelief, the anger finally breaking through my carefully constructed control.
"'Threatened? By a 5'9" jock?' I muttered, my jaw clenching. He just shrugged, a smirk on his face. 'He looked a solid 6'0" to me.' I scoffed, "I'm 6'1",' the words sharp, almost a dare. 'Sure you are,' he said, that annoying grin still there. I raised my hand, and he knew what was coming. With a whoop, he turned and ran, me in hot pursuit."
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"I really wish you guys could stay a few more days... I could do this all summer," Stacy said, her voice laced with genuine disappointment.
"Hey, we can definitely make this happen again sometime," Amy reassured, a hopeful tone in her voice.
"Yeah, count me in for a round two! Especially if Rina's famous meatballs are on the menu," Ed chimed in, a grin spreading across his face.
"Jason?" Stacy questioned, looking my way.
"Yeah, for sure," I replied, my gaze subtly shifting towards Vanessa.
"I'd absolutely love that," she added, a smile gracing her lips.
"Okay, it's a deal then! We'll definitely plan this again," Stacy announced, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and we all nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I'll let you guys get on your way," she said, her words filled with a mix of farewell and anticipation. "Bye!" she exclaimed, hugging everyone goodbye before turning to leave.
"I'm calling shotgun with Vanessa this time," Amy announced as she hopped into the car.
"Wait, aren't you driving?" Ed asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Would you like me to?" she retorted, raising an eyebrow, and we all shook our heads in unison.
"Nah, I got it," he replied, chuckling as we all piled in, ready to go.
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Upon arrival...Ed immediately left after dropping us off. "Ill take my leave as well.." I said as Vanessa and Amy bid their farewells and started to leave.
Just then...I acted on instinct
"Vanessa!" I called, stopping her in her tracks..she turned back and as I moved towards her..my heart pounding...After a moment of what seemed like silence...I asked..."Can I get your number?" The words felt clumsy, but the need was urgent.
She raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "We're past the stranger phase...and we did actually share a dance together so that makes us..."
"...dance partners," she finished, her voice light.
A grin spread across my face, relief washing over me. "Friends would've worked too," I admitted, the tension easing.
She studied me for a moment, then held out her hand, a silent invitation.... nervously I held my out and placed it over hers...and watched her eyes widen with what seemed like amusement....
"Your phone," she said, her tone playful, and as a thrill shot through me...." phone!" I said nervously handing it over.
She typed in her number, each tap on the screen sending a fresh wave of excitement through me.
"There you go.." she said, returning it... her eyes subtly meeting mine.
As she handed me her phone, the unspoken request hung in the air, and a smile tugged at my lips. "I should have yours as well," she added, her voice light, and the moment felt less like an obligation and more like a shared secret. I carefully entered the digits, the screen reflecting my own face, a mirror to the anticipation I felt. Double-checking, I saved the number, a small act that felt monumental, and returned the phone. "Thank you," I said softly, the words a genuine expression of gratitude.
"It's okay... dance partners are meant to have each other's numbers," she replied, her tone playful, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'll make sure to call in case of any gigs," I added, extending the joke, and she nodded, her eyes sparkling. "I'll be waiting," she said, her smile a promise as she turned to leave.
Watching her go, a warmth spread through me, and I couldn't help but smile. I wasn't entirely sure what I was feeling – admiration, attraction, a crush, or something deeper – but one thing was certain: she was stirring something within me, a current I couldn't control. Whatever it was, I was undeniably, irrevocably, liking it.
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