12. Solstice III
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Bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder, half-feral with the promise of midnight. Perfume and sweat tangled in the air; laughter cracked like firecrackers. It smelled exactly like rebellion.
The crowd was so massive I am struggling not to loose sight of Beth who by the way is gorgeous in the bold, cleavage revealing hot ASF gown she's wearing.
According to her, she's wearing it so that "Asher knows what he's lost". I snort when I think of it .
Okay so I wasn't planning to attend this Solstice of a thing. I wasn't planning to wear this dress either. It is studded with tiny specks of gold and stops exactly where my knees begin. It is also surprisingly giving me curves I never knew I had. Which literally translates to the fact that I am been ogled. Not just looked at. Which is not exactly helping my plan of being invincible in this hot, moonlit jungle.
Did I mention that it is the gown that Jordan bought? When Beth had seen it, she had gone white with excitement turning it over countless times and confirming that indeed it is from DruxaLuxe, the highest designer in the entire White Colony. Duh. Had he meant to impress me? Anyways I am walking very much impressed in this jewelled gown that must have cost a fortune.
Beth and I sit somewhere in the middle row of the crowd. There are a thousand other seats, all fully occupied and a thousand people standing and booing. In one mad rush of ecstasy. The location is the Tishian Stadium which has a really huge 5 thousand _people capacity.
So this is my first time outside The Academy but since it's night , I don't think I have a good view of this town called Tish. After successfully sneaking out of school, Beth and I had hitched a cab in a twenty minute ride that brought us to the stadium. Which literally translates to the fact that Tish is a huge town. Beth says it is the capital of the White Colony and it is quite the largest one amongst the four towns. The Academy stands regal in the large strip of land serving as boundary between Tish and a much smaller town.
I drown a glass of sherry in one gulp. Beth is mixing two different drinks together because she plans to thoroughly enjoy the night.
My eyes scan my phone. Two missed calls and texts from Peach and Cassidy. I do not reply the text. Yes it's petty, I know. But why on earth would they give out my dorm address to Jordan Files. Of all people. I snort trying to extinguish some remnant stray thoughts that had stayed long after his very heat-extracting, but somewhat tantalizing visit.
I drown another glass of sherry. I guess Beth is not the only person who plans to thoroughly enjoy the night.
"He's here" Beth says, looking up from her phone.
"Who?" I start to say but then I remember that we are waiting for her twin brother. The tennis fanatic without a social life.
The guy who joins us is tall and slender and has very striking sun-spiked blonde hair. Okay. Beth is a blonde beauty. But this guy is surprisingly much more stunning than Beth. His eyes are warm and his skin, like Beth's, is so friggin pale.
But somehow the face is vaguely familiar.
"So sorry am late" He says apologetically, sliding into the seat next to Beth.
"It's a miracle you showed up at all" Beth says drily. New guy smiles, baring neat white fangs. And then I remember.
"Alex Camper" I blurt out, remembering a photo Barbie Mullen had shown. A flawless Vampyre in tennis shorts and shirt about to swing a bat.
"Yes that's him" Beth snorts, surprise crowding her face . She turns to Alex, who is just as surprised as she is "This is my roomie, Night Carter" ..
He extends a very cold hand which I shake wondering if there was never a warm vamp without the corpse cold skin .
..
"A pleasure to meet you" His eyes meet mine and I smile "My sister must have said a lot about me. "
"There ain't s**t to tell about you" Beth smirks and then adds, to me "Please dont tell me his fame has somehow slipped into the Black Colony. "..
I laugh "Alright I won't tell".
Suddenly there was a wild roar and shrieks of "Moon Sol". Beth almost upturned our drinks in her starstruck craze to get to the front where she could get a clearer glimpse of the stage. And the singers.
"So you are from the Black Colony" Alex asks .
"Yes" I nod, hearing the very smooth twang of a guitar. The crowd stops yelling. Everywhere is tensed.
"I hope you are enjoying your stay in the Academy"
I shrug "What can I say. At least I get the rare chance to sneak out and enjoy a blissfully exciting night".
He smiles. A little silly movement of the mouth that makes me yearn to hear his voice so I say "Tell me about yourself. "
He shrugs "What can I say. Nothing much anyways. Supernatural Sciences. Tennis practices later. "
"Please don't tell me you are exactly the stuffed up owl that Beth says you are. " I say in a tone that somehow is sitting undecided between casual and flirty.
The lyrics of Moon Sol's song drifts to me in the quiet but enchanted throng of crowd. I know this voice too well. Although on stage it sounds more silky. More honeyfied. Less gratingly arrogant. Jordan Files.
'let me love you
In a thousand different ways
For a thousand thousand years '
Alex Camper says "Well am afraid Beth is right" We both laugh and then he says quietly "I paint".
Okay so this is fascinating because I have always been fascinated by paintings even if I am a total i***t in front of a canvas.
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