Hearing Light: Chapter 10 (Part 2)

"Lee goes first!" shouted Chris. He looked at her and smirked. She shook her head and looked at the bottle, "Fine." Her hand reached over and spun the bottle. It spun around and around until it came to a stop on a certain tall boy. Lawrence stared at the bottle for a few seconds before looking up at Charlie and back at the bottle. He sighed, "Okay, just get it over with." He leaned towards Charlie and kissed her lightly before going to spin the bottle. It spun around and around and around before coming to a stop on a certain blonde in denial. Her face turned pink and she scooted closer to Lawrence. As soon as he looked at her, she smiled and kissed him.

One second passed.

Ten seconds passed.

Twenty seconds passed. Anair turning blood red by now.

Twenty-five seconds passed, and Lawrence had his eyes open.

Twenty-seven seconds, and he was trying to pull away from her, but he was stuck in her iron grasp. His eyes widened as he struggled harder to get away from Anair. She finally broke away and Lawrence was panting for breath. Anair looked at him and smiled, he returned it with a chuckle and an eye roll.

Zane shivered, "My god, I hope that it doesn’t land on me. You’re crazy girl!" Everyone laughed and Anair pulled her knees up to rest her head on. "Ha! If I had to, you could believe-"she spun the bottle, "That I definitely not kiss you like I did Lawrence." The bottle spun~ and spun~ and landed on…Zane!

Zane sighed and he looked at her, "I need to learn to keep my mouth shut."

So they did their thing, quick, just like Anair had said. But then Zane ran into the kitchen to wash his mouth. She looked at him, "Very mature Zane!" The water from the sink was rushing and he made gagging sounds as he spit out the water from his mouth into the sink. We were all laughing until he came back in and sat down. Zane spun the bottle and it went around and around and around, until it happened to land on the person I wanted it least to be, me. I looked at him, "Why did it have to be pistachio?!" I murmured frustrated and he began to laugh a bit. I looked at him and sigh as he came close. He kissed me softly and before he could even try anything funny I pulled away and he laughed, "Aw, Naomi, you’re no fun!" I stuck my tongue out at him and spun the bottle...

Round and round the bottle goes; where will it stop? Nobody knows! I had my fingers crossed that it not be Zane again. It slowly loomed over to him and I let out a frustrated sigh. He began to laugh and looked at Lawrence who was almost at a burst of tears laughing. I frowned; I was definitely not enjoying this. I quickly pecked him before running into the bathroom washing my mouth out. Zane imitated Anair’s voice and said, "Very mature Naomi!"

I looked back from the bathroom and shouted, "Shut it Zane!!" He laughed and spun the bottle. It made its circular path and landed on the highlight of the night, "Lawrence." I looked at him and said to Lawrence, "Revenge~!" before he could hit me for saying it. He tried to jump up, "No! No way! I’m NOT going to kiss a dude! No matter what some damn bottle says!"

Chris and Quinn who were sitting right next to Lawrence pulled him back down and made sure he stayed there. Same with Zane, who would have almost gotten away if it weren’t for Vincent. They sat there frustrated and confused, until I went up from behind Zane and Charlie went up from behind Lawrence and shouted, "Kiss!" They collided with each other and almost banged heads together by accident. They were stuck like that for a few seconds before Charlie and I let go of their heads. They pulled away with a "Pop!" and they both looked at each other. Lawrence was the first person to be up and trying to claw off his lips. I think Zane passed out.
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It reached around 2:00 AM before all the boys left, the only ones remaining were Quinn, Vincent, and Chris. I couldn’t find Charlie or Chris, so I expected them to be somewhere alone together. I was talking to Vincent and Quinn, while Anair and Stephanie were setting up their sleeping bags in my room. Vincent stood up and yawned, "Can I use your bathroom before I go?" I nodded and began to tell him, "It’s upstairs to the-" Vincent began to laugh.
"I’ve been to your house a lot, I know where it is." He winked, causing Quinn to slightly stir in his seat angrily. I shook my head embarrassed and said, "That’s nice to know Vinny. Now go and use the restroom you weirdo."

Vincent shrugged and trudged upstairs slowly. Quinn looked at me nervously and said, "Look… Naomi…I’m sorry for crashing your party. We didn’t mean to stay for so long." I grinned at him and replied, "It’s no problem Q."

He smiled and looked at me, "You called me Q!" I nodded, but he replied, "Aw, now I don’t like it that much…keep calling me Quinn. I like that better." I laughed before looked at him waiting for him to continue.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know I really care for you…and I almost think I…" blushed Quinn. He looked at me gently before pulling me towards him, and kissing me gently. His eyes were closed and he was blushing. After a few seconds he broke away.
He continued, "I think I like you."

I looked at him shocked and red faced. I didn’t know how to react. No one had ever liked me and I didn’t think anyone would.

"Quinn…I didn’t know you felt that way." He sat back a bit and chuckled a bit, "Ha, to tell you the truth I was extremely jealous of Zane tonight. Well except for him kissing Lawrence."

I began to laugh, "I know right? He was so unlucky when it came to that spin!"

"He so deserved it," joked Quinn. I agreed. I began to laugh and Quinn got quiet as he looked down nervously. I became slightly confused as I looked up at Vincent standing at the top of the stairs. He seemed sad, but the expression changed to a fake laughter. Quinn looked at me quickly, "I have to go now. I’ll see you later I guess." He stood up and quickly walked out, shutting the door lightly. I watched him as he walked next door and entered his house.

Vincent walked down the stairs and came over to my side. He looked at me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Naomi, you’ve been marked with the seal of death. The killer’s kiss." He said sadly.

I looked at him and the air around us seemed to get dense. "How much did you see Vincent?"

"Enough; and enough to know that boy is bad news. You can’t be hanging out with him Naomi."

My nose crinkled a bit at his words slowly wearing away at me like acid, "Who are you to say who I can and can’t hang out with? And you know nothing about Quinn."

"Actually, I do," He retorted, "His brother’s face has appeared in newspapers everywhere two years ago. They say that every girl Quinton Leon would kiss would be the next to die. People don’t know why though…they’d be stabbed or even put in cardiac arrest from being strangled."

I scoffed, "Vincent…I can’t believe you’d go as low as to making up fake stories about Quinn." Vincent stood up quickly and his voice’s tone began to become colder and louder, "You think I would say something that isn’t true?!" I got quiet and looked down. I was silent before looking up at him, "Well then why? Why would you tell a lie if you want to protect me?"

Vincent was frustrated beyond belief. He looked at me and said, "The reason I would tell the TRUTH is because loving him is going to kill you! I would rather have you broken hearted then dead!"

I shrunk back a bit in my chair, "Vincent…why do you care so much?" He seemed to bite back an answer before the look in his eyes became calm and gentle. He grabbed my hand and looked at me, "Because I like you more than Quinton does." He let go of my hand and turned around, "I’m sorry Naomi, but if you are ever in danger, I will protect you. Even if that danger is the man you ‘love’" Vincent began to walk towards the door and opened it. He turned to smile at me a small noticeable bit of sadness before walking outside and closing the door. Vincent strode down the street and disappeared under the moonlight. I stood there silent, watching my knight walk away. Next door laid my prince. Or, what I thought to be my prince. I turned off the light in the living room and walked upstairs, only to be left wondering who the right one was. My Prince of the Night? Or My Prince of the Light?