Fading (2 page)

"Because my mother was standing right there, and I just didn't want to deal with any more of her nagging. So, he asked, I said yes. We are just going out for a drink, that's all. No biggie."

"Here, wear these shoes."

"Thanks," I say as I slip on my gold Tory Burch sandals. I run a brush through my long, thick brown hair and give myself one last look in the mirror.

Smearing on some lip-gloss, I make my way toward the kitchen. When I grab my cell off the bar to check my texts, I see I have one missed call from Jase. I met Jason around the same time I met Kimber. I immediately connected with him and can tell him anything. I love Kimber, but for some reason, I'm able to let all my walls down with Jase.

There's a knock on the door, and I yell for Kimber to answer it. Quickly, I type out a text for Jase.

Heading out for a few hours. Come by later. Dying to see you
.

Tossing my phone in my purse, I walk into the living room to meet Jack.

"Hey, Jack."

"Hi, Candace. You look great," he says, and I hear Kimber let out a tiny snort. I shoot her a look over my shoulder and mouth '
be nice
!'

I hop into Jack's car and we head to Prescriptions, a trendy upscale bar in downtown Seattle. Jack parks and then swiftly makes his way to my door to open it for me. Taking my hand, he helps me out of his small Audi.

When we walk inside, the bar is dimly lit and scattered with sleek leather couches and leather-upholstered coffee tables. The main bar runs along one of the walls and is made of a rich chocolate wood. Spanning the length of the wall behind the bar of lit-up bottles is a solid black chalkboard with the word 'Prescriptions' written across it with all the drinks listed below in a unique, artistic script. As we settle onto one of the couches, a waitress comes by; Jack orders a beer, and I order a glass of red wine.

Lifting his knee, he angles himself toward me on the sofa and asks, "So, how come I've never seen you at the country club before? I see your parents often, but never you."

"Not my scene, I guess. My mother serves on a few committees, so she practically lives there."

Jack narrows his dark blue eyes at me, and the edge of his mouth lifts into a slight grin. "You don't get along with your mother, do you?"

"It's complicated," I sigh. "We have very different views on life. She's really into appearances. Looking the part. Playing the role. I just don't see the point."

The waitress arrives with our drinks, and I take a generous sip of my wine. I can't help but notice how sexy he looks as he tilts his head back to take a drink from his bottle of beer.
Maybe I was wrong; maybe he's not a douche.
I let out a small giggle at my thought.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how maybe I had gotten the wrong impression of you the other day." I take another sip of my drink. "So, Jack, tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"Hobbies? Major? What do you plan on doing after you graduate?"

"Well, I play on the lacrosse team, and I'm studying Political Science." He takes another swig of his beer and clarifies, "I'm pre-law. So after this year I plan on going to Stanford for law school. What about you?"

"I'm a Fine Arts major. Ballet. Another thing my mother doesn't approve of."

"So, what are your plans after this year?"

"Auditions, I guess. I mean, I'd like to dance professionally for as long as I can. Eventually I want to teach."

We fall into easy conversation as we continue to talk and get to know each other better. He seems genuinely interested in what I have to say. Jack isn't the typical guy I go for; he's a frat boy and comes from an upbringing such as myself, but he's really nice and for the most part, seems down to earth.

I tend to have a lot of first dates with guys but never find myself in a relationship with any of them. I don't really know the reason for that; maybe I just haven't found anyone that I care enough about to keep around. I'm not a slut by any means, far from it. I've only slept with one guy, my high school boyfriend. We dated off and on for over a year and wound up having sex the night of our graduation. I was young and stupid, but that was three years ago, and I haven't heard from him since that night.

After a couple of hours pass easily, I excuse myself to the ladies' room. I wash my hands and search my purse for a hair tie. The wine is starting to make me feel warm, and I need to get the hair off of my neck. I have always wanted short hair, but as a dancer, it needs to be long enough to secure in a bun on top of my head. So for now, I have long, thick, dark brown hair with natural golden highlights that hangs a few inches below my shoulders. When I finally find a hair tie, I quickly sweep my hair up into a ponytail.

When I return, Jack stands up and holds out his hand for me. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I say as I slide my hand into his.

Jack parks his car in front of my house, and once again, jumps out and opens my door for me. He walks me up to the front door and says, "I really had fun with you tonight. How about we do this again?"

"Umm, yea. That would be nice," I say as he leans in and lightly brushes his lips against my cheek. My neck heats, and I feel slightly embarrassed by the gesture.

"I'll call you so we can set something up."

"Okay, that sounds good. Thanks for the drinks. I had a really nice time."

"Me too. Goodnight, Candace."

"Night, Jack."

I watch him walk back to his car, and I turn to open the door. Instead, the door handle jerks out of my hand, and I stumble to my knees inside the house.

"What the hell, Kimber?!"

Nodding her head towards the door, she questions, "Mmm hmm...what was that all about?"

Pushing myself off the floor to stand, I look at her with an annoyed expression on my face, "What was
what
all about?"

"Him kissing you on the cheek. Lame." She scrunches up her nose in disgust. "Who does that?"

"God, whatever. And you didn't have to watch him kiss me. I swear your voyeurism knows no limits."

"Well?" she continues, staring at me with her way too curious, blue eyes.

"Ooh, leave me alone," I sigh. "I might have been wrong about him. He's a pretty decent guy. I think we might try and get together again. We'll see." I walk to my bedroom to change clothes, and Kimber follows me. She lies across my bed while I put on a pair of cut-off sweat shorts and a cami.

I watch Kimber as she stares up at the ceiling in deep thought with her wavy blonde hair fanned out around her. Kimber is beautiful, and she knows it. She's fit but has been blessed with feminine curves, where I have more of a straight, lean body. Typical ballerina form.

Still staring at the ceiling, she says, "Shit, Candace, do you realize that we are about to start our senior year, and I have yet to come across any decent husband material?"

I bust out into a fit of laughter. "Is this the crap that is constantly floating through your head?"

"Well...kinda. I mean, I have never had to work a day in my life, and I'll be damned if I have to work after we graduate. I mean, if I had a job, when would we ever hang out?" She gives me an evil smirk.

"You're crazy, but I love you so much." I lay down behind her and give her a tight hug.

"Hey, girls," Jase's voice booms through the house.

I jump up, run to the living room, and give him a big hug. Kimber quickly follows me and steps in for her hug while I take the two wine bottles out of his hands. I walk to the kitchen to grab a corkscrew and some wine glasses. When I return to the living room, I set everything down on the coffee table and make myself comfortable on the floor. Opening the wine, I pour myself a glass while I watch Kimber and Jase talk as they sit together on the couch. Jase is a very attractive guy. He has a hard, athletic build, and his skin is lightly tanned. He wears his thick, brown hair, which has turned more of a blond over the course of the summer, lightly gelled in a messy faux-hawk. His eyes are a unique shade of light gold that stand out against his dark lashes.

"So, how was your trip to San Diego?" I ask.

Jase finishes pouring his glass and says, "It was good. I hung out with friends, went out to a few bars, and saw some bands. You know, the usual visit home."

I take a sip of my wine and smile, "Well, we're glad you're back."

"You have no idea how happy I am to be back," he says with a straight face, and I can see a hint of tension in his eyes.

"Man, was it that bad, Jase?" Kimber asks.

"It's just not home to me anymore. Plus, I missed you bitches," he laughs, and his mood instantly shifts. "So, what have I missed?"

I get the feeling that Jase is hiding something about his trip back home. I look at him as he is downing his glass of wine faster than usual. Yep, he's definitely hiding something. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear Kimber speak up.

"Well, Candace is dating a douche from Mommy and Daddy's country club," she says as she winks at me.

"I am not!" I say. "We went out for drinks. That's all."

"Are you seeing him again?" she asks even though she already knows the answer.

"You're seeing him again?" Jase questions, scrunching his eyebrows together. "Wait, who's
him
? Who are you seeing?"

"No. I mean, yes. God, really, it's no big deal."

"Must be if he's getting a second date," Jase says as he takes another drink. "Is that where you were earlier? On your date?"

"Uh huh," I nod.

"Where did you guys go? You never told me," Kimber asks as she folds her legs underneath her.

"We went to Prescriptions."

"I love that place," Kimber says. "Anyway. New subject. What the hell are we doing this week before classes start back up?"

"I have some serious studio time I need to put in. I also have to work."

"You always keep yourself so busy," Jase says. I don't even try to make excuses because he's right. I just shake my head and take another sip of my wine.

After a while, Jase and Kimber decide to watch some trash TV. I move to the couch and lie down with my head on Jase's lap while we all watch MTV. As he combs his fingers through my hair, it isn't long until I doze off.

I wake up to the feel of my bed dipping down and I smell wine. Jase lies behind me and wraps his muscular arms around my waist. I nestle back into his warm chest.

"Did I wake you?" he whispers.

"Yeah, but it's okay," I mumble quietly. "What time is it?"

"Around two. You passed out, so I carried you in here and hung out with Kimber for a while longer."

"Is she asleep?"

"Yeah, and snoring like a beast." We both laugh quietly at his words.

I roll over in his arms to face him in the dark, even though we can't see each other. I lay my head on his chest, and he wraps one arm around my waist and the other cups the back of my head.

"So, why did your trip really suck? I know something's bothering you."

Jase lets out a long sigh before saying, "I told them."

I wrap my arms tighter around him. "What did they say?"