Chasing Grace - Chapter 8

Losing things.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

I rolled onto my back, holding up my book so it would hit the light just enough for me to read.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

Heather shifts in her bed, eyes watching me like a hawk as if she were waiting for something.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

I refused to give in to her staring, knowing what conversation would spark if I addressed her.

Tick... Tick... Tick...

"Are we seriously just going to sit here on a Friday night and listen to the clock?!" She snaps.

"I'm reading," I say contently with a shrug of my shoulders.

"I'm bored."

"Too bad."

"No," she doesn't take my reply as an answer. Standing up, she strips off her pajamas. "We were invited to a party." She rummages through her suitcase, making clothing fly through the air. "Not to mention the fact it's an A-list party and the main attraction is super hot and interested in you." I let my focus go back to my book. I hear her huff and stop over. Snatching the book out of my hands, she continues to the window, throwing it like a Frisbee into the night sky.


"I'll buy you a new book if you come with me." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"It's too late to go out," I complain. Checking the obnoxiously loud clock behind her, she rolls her eyes.

"It's 9:00."

"I have nothing to wear." My excuse wasn't enough, because she threw an emerald-green sequence dress in my face.

"Change... NOW." Her motherly voice came out too quickly, frightening me. An hour later I was hesitantly walking up the cobbled street to the lit up building, containing famous names, pounding music, and blinding lights.

"You could move a little faster, I know those aren't hard heals to walk in," Heather puts a fire under me with her words.

"What if this is a mistake?" I stop, causing her to wait for me.

"What do you mean? You look stunning, and your being outrageous," she sees the scared look in my eyes.

"What if I am being outrageous? What if this is all a joke and I'm falling into the trap of thinking I might be in the same league as him?" I let my arms hug myself due to the goosebumps.

"There is no way this is a joke. I know for a fact it isn't, because he wouldn't travel all the way to Greece to play some sick game," Heather gives me a reassuring smile.

"He came to have a photo shoot," I look at her puzzled. She shifts and glances down at her feet.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you, but he asked to have the photo shoot here because he saw our plane tickets." Her words cause me to go into shock.

"He came here for me?" I question which caused her to nod. I let myself have a second to sink in the news before hooking arms with my best friend and continuing the walk to the party. After dodging the press and giving the guards our names, we entered the raging party. A DJ was staged in the front of the room. A few dome-shaped rooms were dimly lit, near the DJ with signs that read "VIP". Otherwise there were multiple tables stood tall for people to enjoy their drinks before drifting off to the dance floor. The large ceiling hosted shards of glass to reflect the variety of lights and I watched as a server passed us with mystical drinks that had smoke rising off them. Heather was too entranced by the flashiness of the party, she didn't notice the two guards whispering to one another, glancing at us before one of them disappeared.

"I don't know about this, Heather." I yell in her ear over the music. Not missing a chance to dance, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the crowd. I wasn't the best dancer, to be quite frank, I was kinda awkward but it felt good to dance. When we finally decided to grab drinks, Heather and I were starstruck by the people we saw. Gawking at them, we didn't get the courage to speak up. Giggling like school girls, it was a blast until the DJ's voice came over the speakers and announced.

"I hope everyone is having an awesome time tonight! We are here celebrating the young, handsome, and talented Nathan Davis!" Everyone began to clap, so I rolled my eyes and lazily slapped my hands together, sarcastically causing Heather to nudge me. "However, he has a very special lady who is in the building that he would like to shout out to." My heart stops. "Grace? Grace Mason? We know you're in the building, might as well hop on stage here." My cheeks turn red as everyone begins to look around for this mysterious "Grace". They begin to chant my name before I hunch over and make a break for the bathroom.

"Grace?" I hear someone call. "I know you're in here." It's Heather and she was right. I was in a stall with my feet up on the stool so no one would see me. "Come on out, Grace. No one's in here."

Revealing myself, she sighs in relief.

"They stopped calling your name and put the music back on."

"Good," I muttered, fixing my hair pins in the mirror.

"But, that doesn't mean everyone one has dropped your name. People are asking around for you." Her information frustrates me.

"Why would he do this to me?!" I whip around to glare at her.

"Why don't you ask him?" She mumbles.

"Fine!" I start stomping out but she calls after me.

"I was joking!"

But, I wasn't. Making a straight shot for the dome-shaped rooms, I knew exactly where to find them. I recognized him behind one of the sheer curtains, laughing and drinking with some slutty girls and his American friends. I suddenly get stopped by a large guard.

"Sorry, but you need permission before entering," the man had to be at least 6'8 and bench 250 pounds. I was too furious to be intimidated, though. I tried to step past him, but he shifted in front of me again.

"I need in there. NOW!" I yell, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.

"No, you're not allowed." He puts up a hand, but I try to push past him. When I do, he wraps his arms around me, trying to restrain my power. Nathan notices the struggle happening outside the sheer curtain and pushes it open.

"What's going on out here?" He yells over the music, when his eyes meet mine, his face goes soft.

"This lady was trying to break into your room, sir." The guard warned him, still gripping me tightly, making me uncomfortable.

"Let her go, this is Grace." Nathan explains, "You should know better than to handle a girl like that." The guard deeply apologizes before Nathan wraps a protective arm around me. Glancing at his friends who watched the scene, he decides to take me to the next room over. When he settled me onto the sofa, I push him away, remembering that I was angry.

"Why would you do that to me?!" I yell at him.

"Do what? Save you from that asshole of a guard?" He huffs as if I owe him.

"No! Try and pull me up on stage! You knew that I would never do that and I hate attention like that." My fury has an effect on him as I see him retreat and his facial features fall in disappointment.

"I couldn't lose you," he mumbles.

"What?" I hiss. He walks over and closes a few layers of the sheer curtains so no one could see us. It wasn't until now that I realized how quiet these rooms were. The dome-shaped and small opening caused us to hear music but not be overwhelmed with the base. Not to mention, I could speak in a normal tone. He turns and looks at me for a second before saying, "I have a problem with losing things."

"Losing things? Like losing keys or money?" I try to understand what he was getting at.

"Losing girls." He clarifies. Loosening his black skinny tie, it draws my attention to his sharp white shirt and dress pants that fit him perfectly. I force my eyes to look at his face instead of his body. He came to sit next to me, placing his face into his hands.

"Everyone has breakups." I let my hand lightly trace his back in a comforting format.

"It's not just that." He pauses and lets his gaze land on the curtain, as if he were drifting into a distant memory. "Her name was Amy. We were teenagers and crazy about each other, not in love, but cared for each other a lot. We were at a party and drinking too much. I saw her with some guy who was 18 and got mad. We fought and she ended up getting in the car with him that night, drunk. She wasn't answering her phone all night but the next morning I got a call that she had died in an accident."

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry," I try to not sound so astonished to prevent any pain.

"That's not where it ends. When I was 18, I proposed to a girl after knowing her for 5 months. Mother adored her and she seemed like the perfect match. I wanted to love her, she was the only thing that made sense in my life. She made my social status skyrocket and made everything simple. One morning I woke up and she was gone with a note that said 'This was meant to end. Don't look for me.' But, I did. I looked for her until Mum finally said 'Why are you looking for something you never loved.' So I lost her."

I felt my heart sink.

Here he was.

Pretty, rich, successful boy, who had no problems in the world, just poured his heart to me, helping me to understand that I judged him too quickly.

"Oh, Nathan," I take a deep breath, "I'm so sorry."

"I've never been in love, but the two times I could have, I lost them. That's why I believe love is a myth. But, when I met you, I had this feeling that I could lose you. You were too special." He finally meets my gaze.


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Published: 8/20/2013
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