𝐼𝓃𝒻𝒶𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹

Chapter 4- Sort of a Truce, At Least?

Chase's P.O.V.

I grabbed a red cup of light liquor from the table and took a sip. Ellis's fingers crawled up and down my arm as she talked, clearly trying to get my undivided attention.
As my mind was somewhere else, I nodded wherever necessary and uttered agreements and yeses when she became too annoying.

Nick, Leon, Logan, Justin, Jennifer and Cassie, the other members of the Reckless, were scattered around the party, some kissing and some talking.
My attention was mainly fixed to the door, and as if on cue, Amber and her friends trotted in, in costumes.

I walked over to them, and I felt Ellis drilled holes in my back. Not that I cared.
"Hey." I smiled.

"Hey Chase! It's a pretty good party you've set up. The decorations are fab!" Amber replied first.
The rest of them smiled in agreement. 

I grinned in response. "Thanks. Why don't you guys enjoy and I'll-"

Amber caught my forearm. "Could I be with you?" She said, looking at me with a hopeful smile.

I internally sighed but smirked outside. "Sure. Your friends can look around then." 
The rest walked off and something bit at my heart when the Indian girl who'd probably stolen my heart with her goddamn lips a couple of weeks ago, wasn't there.

"So... the entire group of you's here, yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Except Cris. She'll prolly come later." Amber said. Then she giggled. "Y'know, the tire-bursting incident has left a bad taste in her mouth. And it's still there." She giggled.

I smirked. "Yikes. I see." I cursed myself internally. Stupid douchebag.

"Could I have some vodka? The kinds you have are pretty awesome."

"Sure." 

The two of us walked to the drink stand. Amber looked pretty cute in her doll costume, gotta say.
As for me, I wore a plain black button up shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and black jeans. Some minimal stuff on my face to make me look like a vampire.
I'd never been interested in this shit anyway, unfortunately. At least not anymore.

After a few drinks, me and Amber disappeared in one of the secluded corners, away from the rooftop bar party. 

"You really know perfection, Chasey." Amber drawled. I estimated this was probably her sixth shot of vodka, considering her special new sobriquet for me.

I offer her a smile, and turn my eyes back to the scenery of the city in front of us.

I felt her warm, soft and plump fingers caress my arms unexpectedly. "Y'know, guys who know perfection really catch my heart."

"Really? Good for you." I smirked, not that interested. My mind was... still somewhere else.

She came right in front of me, and I let out an internal sigh. I swear, with the amount of effort she's trying to draw me in to kiss her, we would've been in a room by now.
Only hurdle: my mind was on something else. Or someone else, rather. 
The someone I threw this party to see and talk with, perhaps fix stuff too.

But then, what could I do if she wouldn't come? I had a determined-to-get-laid blonde right in front of me.

I finally looked down at her. Hope gleamed in her eyes. 

"You really have perfection I must say... I do like guys who know perfection... not that I mind the imperfect, but..." She drawled, all the while tilting her body nearer and nearer to mine. 

"Really? Which means I catch your heart too?" I said, nearing my face to hers, all the while snaking an arm around her waist.

"You must be a mind reader." She drawled, her eyes shining with, probably, lust.