Forbidden Love

Eyes Like Little Pieces of the Sky

Stagnant air fills the dimly lit club, ear-splitting music sending tremors through the building. If it weren't for Georgia I'd never come to a place like this. I've had my fair share of parties, high school parties, and late night escapades all the same, but this one seems different.

After my long past of drunken mistakes and brash decisions, it's difficult for me to re-enter an atmosphere so similar to what destroyed me.

Yet, the atmosphere here isn't the same childish daydream I'd re-lived over and over for the last couple years of my life. It appears to be more, well, grown-up in the sense that something darker underlies every polite smile or revealing outfit.

"Don't you love this?" Georgia shrieks, grabbing my arm.

I scan the smoky room, "Not particularly, but I'll force enjoyment just for your sake," I wear a fabricated smile as I lead Georgia to the bar.

"Fantastic," She smirks, ordering us drinks as I struggle to find two seats together.

I'm dressed in the provocative velvet dress we'd bought earlier, mainly because I'd found no other dress suitable for a party like this. My wardrobe has pared down considerably since I moved here and the only dresses I own now are conservative dresses used solely to make my parents feel better about my reputation.

The dress slides up my legs as I sit at the bar, saving a seat for Georgia. My bare thighs glow golden in the soft lighting around the bar. I tug down the fabric in disgust.

Across the club, I spot a familiar face. Like little pieces of the sky, his eyes glow bright. I would know those eyes anywhere. My heart palpitates. He turns, his eyes flashing like shards of sapphire catching the light. He scans the room, skipping over the wild dance floor before beginning its lazy search of the bar. I turn, ducking down so he won't see me.

What is he doing here?

"Gin and tonic, m'lady!" Georgia bows, giggling with ferocity. I grin, taking the glass from her hand and immediately downing the liquid. "Cattie! That wasn't a shot and I'm NOT going to get you another glass. But, I AM glad that you're trying to make an attempt at loosening up."

I give her a guilty smirk, sliding my glass back onto the table. She bursts out laughing, "We should dance!" She declares, "And get you a man for tonight," I frown, which she interprets as a refusal, "Oh please, don't tell me you're still hung up on Mr. Teacher. Cattie, you and I both know that you need to let him go. He hasn't even tried to talk to you since then and that is a serious red light."

"He is acting awfully shady," I admit, to which Georgia gives a round of applause.

"See, doesn't it feel nice to let go?"

I take a deep breath, "I need to forget about him."

"Yes, yes you do," She decides, "Now let's get to it."

I stand, smoothing down my dress. Georgia follows, setting down her glass and taking the lead as we head towards the floor where a DJ is playing some sort of electronic mix.

I look back towards where I'd seen Mr. Blue Eyes, but he isn't there. Hopefully he left. Georgia begins jerking her body in an embarrassingly spastic manner.

I giggle, joining in with my own, slightly more normal, dance moves.

"Are you sure all these people are on the list?" I ask Georgia, eyeing a guy who appears to be homeless.

"Pretty sure," Georgia pants, shaking her body vigorously.

"Okay," I furrow my brows as the same homeless man approaches us.