Being Shot

P h o t o #50 - Baby Steps

P h o t o #50 - Baby Steps

~Kayla's POV~

I stared down at my midnight stiletto Jimmy Chu's, my face most likely as red as a tomato as I overheard Emma's conversation with Zach, not used to hearing two people talk so highly of my erratic self. I would have gone out and joined them had I not wanted to listen in, so I quickly slid over and stayed against the wall next to the open sliding door, cooling off as the frosty breeze rushed into the house.

My pink lips couldn't help but rise into a smile. I never would've guessed that the two knew each other, nor would I have known that the strange yet endearing girl Zach spoke of at his workplace would be my best friend all along.

"Small world," I murmured to myself, watching from the sidelines as the four boys were bombarded by a group of girls even older than me, their questions flying and hands frantic as if they were meeting a bunch of celebrities on their daily stroll.

'I wonder how they would react if they found out that Cooper couldn't even do his hair by himself for tonight, nor could Jonas even properly tie his tie.'

Once again my light eyes landed on Jonas' brooding figure, his face stoic yet polite as he addressed the girls. Even if I could tell he wasn't too interested in the conversation he wouldn't dare decline their offers for a nice chit-chat.

'Now where's that chivalry when I'm around?' I silently questioned, eyeing his direction suspiciously.

Suddenly, as if he could feel my eyes alone on him even though practically every girl in the room was gawking his way, his head turned in my direction, his icy blue eyes connecting with mine. Our heavy gazes caused an explosion of emotions to erupt within my chest. I watched those same pale eyes for as long as I could hold them, until I was the first to break the contact.

I snapped myself out of it. Even if he was the most insufferable, irritating boy I had ever met, for some reason, every time I looked into those unearthly eyes of his, I couldn't help but remember the way they used to sparkle when he'd genuinely laugh during the days of our youth. It was a memory that always found a way to ring it's ugly head, and to send a painful ache through my heart along with its presence.

A slow puff of air escaped my mouth as I crossed my arms, consciously adjusting the thick straps of my dress before doing so. I definitely could still feel the heavy looks I was getting from a few girls here and there. Even if I was well known around campus as the hair guru, especially after I did Zach a great favor and gave him a much needed cut, that never stopped the glares I acquired from a select few of girls adamant on disliking me.

I ignored said looks of death and tuned back into what Emma and Zach were talking about, noticing the slight shift in conversation behind me. I knew I was eavesdropping, but I just couldn't help my curiosity, especially after finding out how well the two knew each other. I also felt the wish to look out for my friend at this party; I knew the crazy and petty things that went down over the years and I truly didn't want her to be swept up in someone's one night drama session.

'Although the chocolate incident wasn't a good start to her night.' I thought despondently, feeling like I should've figured that they would've spiked anything they could. Like Zach mentioned, it was a college party after all. They're willing to do anything to get they're kicks.

Finally my ears registered just what the two I was listening in on we're talking about, my brain gathering enough words to now follow the conversation. I couldn't believe my sense of hearing when I realized the topic of conversation was Elliot.

'No,' I thought again, 'That's not right.'

I knew that lately, one way or another, Elliot would always be a subject discussed when Emma was around. I slowly noticed it more and more for the past couple weeks. What drove me up a wall with interest was what the deal between the two was.