Secrets Never Secrets Chapter Two

Chapter Two-The Party

I stared blankly out my window as Matt walked up the stone path to my house. A couple seconds later, I heard the doorbell ring and my mother open it. She greeted Matt and let him in. Of course. She loved Matt. She'd always thought we were meant for each other. I, however, disagreed.
"Sarah! Matt's here for you!" I heard my mom call from downstairs. Damn. What was I supposed to say to him? 'I'm going to a party, but no, you can't come'? And I don't think I could lie to him. He wouldn't believe me. I've always been a terrible liar...
"Sarah!" My mom called again.

MATT'S POV

I waited patiently for Sarah in her living room after her mom called for her. I had decided to take her out to dinner. I was doing everything I could to stop her from ever figuring out about Mariah. Ah, Mariah. I was still surprised that Sarah hadn't already guessed that I was cheating on her. Mariah was just so hot! I couldn't resist. I mean, I am a man after all. But I would make damn sure that she never found out.
I'd already told the guys at school, who knew, not to say anything. We all laugh about it together. It's kind of an inside joke if you know what I mean. And I don't feel guilty about it. That's what Sarah gets for dating a playa.
"Hey, Matt." She said as she came down the steps. She had a white rope on and her hair was in a towel. There was something different about the way she greeted me. She gave me a quick hug. I tried to kiss her, but she turned away.
"Hey, baby." I grinned. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Huh? Oh, um...nothing." She replied oddly. Too quickly. Her words ran together and it sounded more like, "Huhoh? Umnothin."
"Ok, well I'm going to take you out tonight. For Dinner--" I said before she interrupted me.
"I already ate. And I'm way tired. I'm going to sleep in like fifteen minutes. Sorry." She rambled. She guided me to the door even though I was unwilling to leave. I almost protested, but the look in her eyes worried me. I became angry.
"Whatever." I said and walked out the door she had just opened for me to leave. I slammed the door hard behind me. Damn it! What the hell was she up to? Never mind that! I had my own shit to attend to. I quickly walked to my truck and got in. Then I dialed that all-too familiar number.
"Hello?" Mariah answered after two rings.


SARAH'S POV

It was hard to lie to Matt, I can admit. The way he slammed the door behind him stung. Like right after you get stung by a wasp. A burning sensation in the middle of my chest. He was so pissed. And I would be too, if I were him. He could tell I was up to something. But I wouldn't let that worry me. I was going to have fun, no matter what.
Shortly after he left, Liz arrived. She walked into my bedroom holding two clothes hangers with our outfits on them. I was amazed. They looked great. She had created a short, black party dress with ruffles on the end for me. For her, she had a long, black pleated leather skirt and a silver sequin halter top that had pink and blue lettering reading "Party Girl".
She helped me with my hair by straightening it. I curled my bangs. She pulled up her pretty blonde hair in a messy bun that looked perfect. I'd always thought she looked prettier than me, but any time I mentioned it she would get angry. She thought I was prettier than her. Crazy person.
When we pulled up to Carla's house, it was eight 'o' clock. Her house was huge. Her drive way was more like a parking lot.
When we got inside, Carla waved and smiled. The music was so loud we could hardly hear. The All American Rejects were performing on what looked like a stage for a concert more than a home. The song "Dirty Little Secret" was just coming on. That was my favorite song! Everyone started dancing and soon enough Liz and I were too.
The song ended and the lead vocalist of the All American Rejects announced that it was open mic now. Anyone could sing.
"You should sing." Liz suggested suddenly. What? Me, sing? I hadn't sung since the eighth grade, and I certainly wasn't going to now.
"What? No way." I responded.
"Why not? You're good! C'mon, you could sing 'Like You Do' by Angel Taylor. You love to sing that." She reasoned.
"But there's a lot of people here and--"I said, but she abruptly grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the stage.
"You can do this." She said. And that ended the discussion. I was doing it. Oh, god.
She walked on stage and told the band what song I was singing. She then pushed me to the mic and walked off stage. The lights lowered. The crowd fell silent. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. The familiar music that I'd always sung along to started. I picked up the mic and began to sing...





AIDEN'S POV

I looked around. I was outside of my comfort zone. It wasn't usual to be around so many regular people.
The lights dimmed and everyone's attention fell to a single girl on stage. A spotlight fell upon her. At first look, she was nothing special. Then, I looked again. She wore a short, black dress that clung to her every curve. She had long, light, brown hair that hung down to her waist. As she looked innocently into the crowd, I felt empathy for her. She seemed beyond terrified to be in front of so many random people.
A soft beat started and soon an acoustic guitar began playing a simple melody. The room was then filled with the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard, even with my inhuman ears. She was singing. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.
The song ended and she walked off stage, her face pink. She seemed embarrassed. Had she not heard the beautiful sound that had just erupted from her throat?
I realized I had the urge to talk to her. Not just talk, but ask her to dance. Without thinking, I walked the ten feet to wear she was standing. I tapped on her tan little shoulder. She turned and faced me. I was breathless. It was like I couldn't find the words to say.
"Hi," She said quietly, but friendly. Finally, I got the courage to speak.
"Hello," I replied. "Would you like to dance?" She quickly glimpsed at the girl next to her, whom I hadn't noticed. The other girl nodded.
"Sure," She responded. Just at that moment, a slow song sounded from the stage. Perfect, I thought. I wrapped my arm around the small of her back and took her hand. She immediately rested her opposite hand on my shoulder. We danced and swayed with the music as if no one else could see us. She gazed up into my eyes. I was...stunned.