Defining Lines

Defining Lines-Part 4

"Are you sure about that?" She asks

"Of course. I mean. We are just friends." I shrug looking at her from the side. 

"Just friends don't worry this much about an outfit for a party." She points out. I roll my eyes starring up at the ceiling. 

"What time is it?" I ask.

"7:01." She says siting up, the sun that was setting low against the water shined through her windows onto her face. 

"What if he isn't coming?" I ask.

"He's walking to the gate." She says still looking out the window.

I jump up nervously, propping my face up next to hers on the window sill. 

"Rayne, breathe." She reminds me. 

I take a deep breath in and out, both of us heading for the door. "Hair?" I ask turning back to her. She runs her fingers through my loose waves, pulling a few strands over before pushing me towards the door when we heard his knock. 

"Wish me luck." I whisper to her from the bottom of the stair case, then went to open door. 

"Hey." I smile, quickly glancing over his fitting black vneck and medium wash jeans with a matching leather belt to his sandals. 

"Very nice." He smiles approvingly over my outfit. I slip on my white flip flops that were at the door before shutting it behind me.

"Not too much?" I ask 

"Not at all. I was nervous you would dress for a black tie affair." He chuckles, holding the gate open for me to the boardwalk from Nicoles house.

"Why would I do that?" I grin with a curious laugh.

"I don't know...You white people..." He says running his fingers threw his short hair.

"You white people?" I gasp. "You obviously don't hang out with white people huh?"

"You'll be my first chica." He smiles

"Well sorry to burst your bubble but I've hung out with people of your color." I say triumphantly.

"Yeah, well I'll be the rican you remember." He says mimicking my tone.

I smile bitting my lip, looking down the beach where a large cluster of people came into view as well as their blarring music.

"Am I going to stand out alot?" I ask nervously. Nicole had warned me that their wouldn't be anyone that I recognized nor ever seen before.

"Yes," He says blankly, "But don't worry. Just stick with me." He smiles down at me, nonchalantly draping his arm over my shoulder, his fingers grazing my bare torso.  

As soon as we came in to view, someone who made eye contact with Dante got up grabs two cups, leaving his girlfriend to approach us. 

"I didn't believe he would actually bring a white girl here." He laughs, handing both of us red cups. I bite  my lip, blushing slightly.

"And this is Sebastian..."Dante sighs rolling his eyes. 

I smile slightly, still blushing as he blantantly checks me out. "If he ever leaves you, don't hesitate to call me." He says holding his hand out to shake mine. I can't help but laugh, but don't get the chance to shake his hand.

"He's mine." A curly haired girl interjects, wrapping her arm around Sebastians waist protectively.

"I'm sure he's a luck guy." I nod supressing a laugh. She glares at me while Sebastian rolls his eyes.