"Is this a Zobel boy party?" I asked over the music.
"Uhh, yeah," she answered absentmindedly while trying to roll up her window to stop the bitter chill of night. I figured if this was a Zobel party we'd be more likely to find a suspect worth our time.
"Why? You got your eye on one of them?" Raven teased while the wind breezed through her dark hair.
I threw her a half-smile. She knew better than anyone how I felt about relationships. I just didn't need them. I loved the thrill of a kiss but dreaded the burden of love. That's just the way it was for me.
"Well Corpus Cole from biology does weed and I'm going to join them tonight." Raven grinned.
I scrunched up my face before laughing. "Are you serious?"
"What?" she asked with a propped brow. "You don't think I'm cool enough to do it?!"
"Not at all," I denied. "I'm just surprised that you're stupid enough to believe your mother won't smell it on you as soon as you get home."
"Lucky I'm sleeping over yours tonight then, right?" She smirked.
I shook my head with a small smile. Raven and I had been friends forever. She lived down the road from me so it only made sense after all. She was the only friend I had ever made without my mum and we'd kept that friendship through school and even attending the sixth form together. She had helped me through things when my mom left and I always let her stay at my house when her family got too much.
We balanced one another out. Her personality was bright and easy to get along with while mine...well, wasn't.
"Hey, Rei?" she called quietly. The shadow of a smile lingered at her lips but her eyes were serious. "How are you? Really."
I sighed and kept my eyes on the road as we left our little valley town. The trees cocooned the streets and as the city neared, more cars appeared on the roads beside us.
"I'm fine, babe." I smiled. "I didn't even know him so I'm not sad over it."
"You still found a dead body." She frowned. "I know you didn't know him but you still saw it. That stuff proper screws with your aura and I can see yours is dim."
The rumble of stray stones under the tires wobbled the car and I stepped my foot down to pick up speed. Lights flashed, people blurred into the distance and cars passed quickly.
"I promise I'm fine right now and I'm really glad that we're going to this party. If I do decide that I'm not alright anymore then you, Raven, will be the first person I see. I promise," I admitted as we turned down the rows of houses. We were close to the party and between each mansion, I caught a glimpse of the rushing waves of the ocean behind.
She seemed satisfied with my answer and she turned her attention to the window and ogled at the huge houses we passed. It didn't matter that we attended Zobel's party every other week, this sort of money still left us speechless.
I glanced at the rear-view mirror once again but this time was caught by Deshawn's honey eyes. They captured my gaze and held it with a stern look as he pursed his lips. It felt like a warning and an invitation all in one.
"There it is." Raven pointed to one of the houses and I fluttered my attention back to the car. Right in time, I stopped the car from hitting a few drunk boys as they stumbled across the road and onto the sand opposite. We were right next to the empty beach that smelt of summer nights and sex. I breathed through my nose roughly and decided to swing the car into space by the house.
Before I could, I recognized one of the boys in the gaggle and he turned to us. With a wide grin, he ran to the driver's side and tore the door open. Ross Rivera, my best friend. Or rather he used to be.
It was his party that Deshawn died at, I was surprised to see him out again. The last time I saw him was the night I'd found Deshawn. The time before that was at my fourteenth birthday party that I'd invited him to.
The only reason I knew a Zobel boy like him was because of Mom. Avery and Ross's mum were best friends before she disappeared. It left Ross and me to grow up side by side, he was always the strong one and all I did was follow. He practically collapsed into me for a hug, the smell of Strongbow clung to his chestnut brown hair.
"I didn't think you'd ever come to a party again, Bambi." He sighed into my neck.
While my father had fallen in love with the crazy, carefree, and passionately drunk woman, Robin De Vega hit tough luck when she was so different from what once seemed. Mom was a snob who reveled in lives like the Rivera's. Sometimes I wondered if that was the reason she left. Perhaps Dad and I never did or would fit into her perfect fantasy and she realized that far too late. Maybe the only option she had left was to flee.
Ross and I lost contact when my mother left. We weren't in the same school and we lived nowhere near one another, there was no point. But that night when I'd found Deshawn, I remembered what it felt like to have him in my life again. He'd allowed me to sob into his shirt as he clung to my frail body, whispering soothing words into my ear. He held a hand to the back of my head, keeping me close to quietly break down above the sound of the ambulance screeching. I'd never forgotten the rise and fall of his chest as he took harsh breaths to control the situation. It felt as though either one of us could've broken.
But now, as a drunk giggle escaped from his lips I knew he wasn't the same Ross who protected me so closely just two days ago.
"Okay, get off now," I muttered after a few moments where he just lay across my body, probably sleeping. The rest of his group still lingered at the front of the car, watching our interaction curiously.
He pushed against my shoulders to get up and I refrained from jabbing my elbow into his stomach.
"Promise you'll come to see me later to have a drink, yeah?" He slurred with a big smile and pleading eyes.
He pulled and poked at my cheeks when I didn't answer. "Come on," he drawled out like a child.
I rolled my eyes with a groan. "Fine, whatever. Just go away now."
He squeezed me into a hug once more before running off to his friends who pushed him teasingly and messed up his hair.
Before anyone else could have gotten in the way, I slammed the door shut and pulled the car into a parking spot. The door to the house was wide open as people flooded in and out. A few of them ran to the rough beach opposite while others chugged a beer in the front garden. Raven didn't hesitate to slip away quickly mumbling about Corpus Cole and her junkie boyfriend.
I looked at my bronzed wrist where the words 'Reniella De Vega' stood out against the blue veins. The black ink stuck to my skin like an anchor that guided me to reality and further pushed that I certainly was not in a dream.
I glanced at Deshawn in the back, I was as ready as I'd ever been.
I leaned against the headrest of the car and listened to the music as it vibrated from the house. Students from Zobel College house never failed to amaze me, this one was no exception. It was larger than I'd thought. It is adorned with colorful flowers hung from buckets along the front, blooming beautifully. More glass than necessary lined the walls just to give a breathtaking peak of the expensive interior. It also provided a nice view of the coastline the houses were built along."I don't think anyone will die in this one if that's what you're worried about," Deshawn reassured while he was in the passenger seat. It was as if he'd fizzed into place as he'd always been there."Unless there's a serial killer on the loose. Then, in that case, you might have an army of ghosts to help you out," he joked.
Though Deshawn wasn't truly there, he could touch and hold stuff from our world. Taron's weight was shared between the crazy girl and the ghost of his best friend but he had no idea. It was unsettling.Together, the three of us walked through the front door where I was momentarily speechless at the interior. Just like every other Zobel boy house, it was large with winding staircases, expensive decorations, and designer wallpaper. The foyer alone was probably bigger than my whole house and led straight to the glass doors on the other side where more people danced in the garden. The smell of various alcoholic drinks and smoke clung to the air like a disease and groups of people came and went through.Girls idled on the staircase, boys screamed from the pool outside and the music pierced my eardrums.
"So the obvious one would be his ex-girlfriend, Amalia Hadid. They were the most toxic couple I'd ever seen. I don't think they ever said one nice thing about one another, in private or in person. She cheated on him a few months before he died and they broke up because of that. It was a messy parting and he said a lot of dumb fucking shit about her when they finished. She was pissed and almost failed her exams because of it and the last thing I heard, her dad went around to Deshawn's house and told him to pack it in. He threatened Deshawn and at the time we thought it was the funniest fucking thing but I'm not sure anymore. Anyway, that's Amalia."Taron took his other hand and enclosed it over mine that rested on his chest. His fingers were long and bony, trapping me in place."Then there's Marco Arandia,
I stumbled around the home, avoiding friends and plunging into the unknown.I'd heard of these stories before. I knew about Amalia and Deshawn's relationship and how they'd walk into a party hand in hand but leave while screaming at each other. I saw Marco and Deshawn's friendship, two guys you either wanted to be or know. Then it all stopped and Deshawn died.I retreated to the foyer and wondered if they'd even turned up. If this party was for Deshawn, would they have risked it? Did their hate run that deep or was it a silly misunderstanding washed away by the seriousness of his death? If Deshawn hadn't have died, would they have made up?There were still so many people and I struggled to see above it all as my tiredness caught up with me. Eve
She blew out yet another sigh and stared at me. It was like something had finally clicked in her mind and her eyes hardened. It looked like she'd finally seen me for who I was."Reniella, you're lovely, honestly," she bit out. "I'm not sure if you've been told this before but you just have this vibe around you. You've got these eyes and this little smile that makes people feel like they should confess their entire life story to you. But I can't risk spilling any more secrets than necessary, I hope you understand."She brushed me off and turned to her friends.Without kicking up a fuss, I put the can back onto the kitchen island and stalk off. My eyes were heavy and I didn't feel like investigating anymore. I couldn't go upstairs to any of the r
"Reniella De Vega?" He sneered, looking down his long nose at me. The dark circles under his eyes were prominent and I was glad he had lost sleep over Ross's adventures. "Jesus, you two. Stand apart for Christ's sake, you look like lovers or something."The bitterness in his voice, I assumed, was directed towards me. It was probably because I was poor, far from perfect for his little boy. If I thought Zobel boys were all the same, their parents were even worse. Mr. Rivera had always been a grumpy bastard."Get inside now. You better be quiet, I'm warning you. If you wake your mother up, I swear to God, Ross. You hear me, boy? We'll talk about this later." The big man hissed through clenched teeth. He placed a strong hand onto Ross's shoulder and with a swift push, he rushed his son into their home.
"I knew for a fact that Amalia and Marco had slept with each other because he was just as nervous as she was. He knew all the little secrets before I'd even said them aloud. While Amalia became quiet upon the release of her personal details, Marco was much the opposite. He came up to me, threatened me, pushed me. The Marco I saw that day was not my best friend. He was something else. Some white knight complex had taken over him, just another white boy trying to show off his new plaything. If he thought I'd do that to Amalia, he couldn't have known me all that well. I was just-"He cut himself off and lunged towards me before I could react. His hands found my cheeks where he cupped them roughly and my face was trapped in his grasp. His icy touch knocked the breath from my lungs and it felt as though I'd been knocked over by a car. My vision glazed over and all I could see we
I gasped back to reality, plummeting from the dream world and returning to my body. Within my hysteria, I fell off the bed and landed in a pile on the floor where Deshawn once rested. Where was he? What was that?"Now you know why I hate Marco," Deshawn admitted. I saw that he was sitting on the edge of my bed, a longing look plastered to his face as he looked down on me but I knew he was thinking about his ex-best friend.Both of my wrists each had the name, Reniella De Vega written on it. Perfectly centered and readable, not dreaming."I need to talk to him then," I stated. Marco had an obvious dislike towards Deshawn, a dislike I needed to explore."I'm not letting you talk to him when he could potentially