The Wanderers Beginning: The Wanderers, Reborn, & Unforgiven (157 page)

             
“Hey Kyle,” Roman said, coming up behind me. When he noticed my tense expression he asked, “Is everything okay?”

             
“Fine,” I said. Roman looked to Kyle not convinced. Nate returned with the drinks looking just as confused as Roman. “Come on.” I took Roman’s hand and pulled him away. We joined Riley and Justin. I risked a look back over my shoulder and saw Kyle and Nate arguing. Kyle slammed his fist into the wall behind him, causing stone to break and fall to pieces on the ground. Thankfully only a few people nearby had noticed the incident.

             
Kyle stormed out of the party almost knocking Josie over in the process. “What’s his problem?” she asked.

             
“Nate said part of the reason you guys are here is because of me.”

             
Josie took a sip of her drink. “Don’t listen to Nate. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

             
“Josie, please don’t lie to me.”

             
“Ella,” she pulled me aside. “Honestly, I don’t know all the details, but what I can tell you is you have nothing to worry about.”

             
“Why do I feel you guys aren’t telling me the whole truth?”

             
“Ella, I promise you. It’s not as big as you think it is.”

             
“Josie.”

             
“Ella, really, would I lie to you?” I made a face saying, ‘yes, you would’. “About something serious?” I sighed. “Trust me, okay?”

             
“Yeah.” I gave it up for now. No sense in ruining the mood. If Josie said it was no big deal than I had to trust she was right. I changed the subject. “So is your lover boy here?”

             
“Yes,” she squealed excited. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.” She pulled me over to a crowd of people which included Cassidy, Sienna, Sophia, and a few other new students I met earlier this week. Josie was practically jumping out of her knee high boots in anticipation of introducing me to this new guy she was fawning over. She taped him on the shoulder and he turned around to greet me.

             
I could see the appeal, he was very attractive. His medium bronze hair stood up all over the place in protest. Looking like he took hours just to get them to go in all different directions. He had broad shoulders and a strong build. He was so tall I had to stretch my neck just to look up into his eyes, eyes that were the color of amethysts and dangerously engrossing.

             
The more I looked, the more I felt drawn to him. Like there was an invisible force pulling me closer and closer until I was touching him. I was hypnotized by his eyes and for a moment, it was only him and me in the room. I heard classical music playing in the background. “Ella…hello…Ella?” Josie nudged me. I took a step back. The noises from around me grew louder and I remembered I was at a party. Josie looked at me funny. Apparently she had been trying to get my attention but I was too enthralled by this guy to even notice.

             
I shook my head embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I blushed.

             
“It’s okay,” he said in a husky voice. His smile only enhanced the draw. “I’m Lucas.”

             
“Ella,” I managed to get out.

             
“Yeah, I got that.” I looked away feeling like an idiot.

             
Roman walked up beside me, startling me. “Hey,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I turned around and you were gone.”

             
“Sorry, Josie wanted me to meet someone. Roman, this is Lucas.” He shook his hand kindly and then threw his arm around me. It took everything I had not to knock it off. I knew what he was doing. He could put on a face all he wanted, but I knew he was only pretending. I let it go anyways. No sense in starting a fight over something silly.

             
Josie put her attention back on Lucas and I found myself still not able to tear my eyes away from his and from what I could tell, neither could he. Something about his eyes seemed familiar. I looked a little deeper and I swear I could see different forms shaping inside his irises. Startled, I took a step back. “Are you okay?” Roman asked. “You look a little flushed.”

             
“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just a little warm in here.”

             
“Oh, sorry,” he said, dropping his arm.

             
I giggled. “It’s not you, well, some of it is,” I winked. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

             
“You want to get out of here?”

             
“Not yet, but soon,” I said, pushing up on my tiptoes to kiss his lips.

             
I spent most of the party with Roman and watched while Josie flirted shamelessly with Lucas. Every now and then I would look over my shoulder. I wasn’t sure if it was natural paranoia or the fact  that last time Mackenzie played a prank on me and I was trying to keep an eye out, making sure I stayed as far away from her as possible. As if she knew I was thinking about her, she strolled by, smirking. She was latched on to Dean and it took all I had not to throw up right where I stood. I glowered at him, letting him know I was not pleased with his choice of date for the evening. I thought I made it clear that it was not necessary for him to continue with the plan and we would come up with a new one, but Dean never did listen.

             
I also noticed Cameron and Austin were on opposite sides of the room and while Mackenzie’s attention was on Dean, his was on Cameron. “Hey, is everything okay with you and Austin?” I asked her.

             
“Yeah, he’s just being a dick as usual. He’s still pissed I left without saying anything and he thinks I cheated on him.”

             
“What, that’s crazy? Why would he think that?” She just shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like there was anyone you could have cheated on him with I mean there was Dean, but that would never even be an option,” I laughed.

             
Cameron laughed. “Yeah, right,” she said with a soft tone.

             
“Well, he’ll get over it. If not his loss.”

             
“Thanks Ella,” she said, smiling kindly.

             
Shortly after, Roman and I had decided to make our way out of the party so we could spend some time alone. “Leaving so soon?” Lucas asked as we said our goodbyes.

             
“I’m not so much in the mood for a party,” I admitted.

             
“That’s a shame. I was hoping to get to know you better,” he smiled charmingly.

             
“Maybe some other time,” I said, clinging closer to Roman, who to my surprise was keeping his cool. Lucas smiled and turned back around. I pushed Roman out of the room wanting to get as far away as I could from Lucas. I didn’t know what it was about him, but something set me on edge and until I could figure out what his deal was, I was going to keep my distance.

             
Roman mistook my rush to get out of there as sign for us to hurry back to the room.  He yanked me up the steps so fast I thought he was going to pull my arm out of the socket. “I can’t run that fast in heels,” I complained, afraid I’d break my ankle. Roman stopped and gestured for me to hop on his back. He carried me up the last two flights of stairs. I giggled as he ran down the hall to my room. I handed him the key to unlock the door and then jumped off his back.

             
Once inside he slammed the door shut and pushed me up against it attacking me with his lips. He had my clothes off in record time. I laughed at his eagerness and walked over to the bed signaling him to follow me with my finger. He hopped on one foot trying to get off his shoes. He was naked before he even hit the bed. I pulled him down on top of me and he didn’t waste any time showing me just how much he loved me.

             
When it was over, I held him close, savoring the moment. I was content and I didn’t want this feeling to go away. Afraid it would be a while before we got this chance again, Roman took advantage of me all, night, long.

I found myself in an unfamiliar forest, walking around barefoot, and wearing a tattered dress. As the scene played out before me, I knew this felt familiar, even though I didn’t know where I was. I knew there was someone else there too, but I wasn’t going to run. “Tristan?” I called out, wondering if this was his doing. After the last nightmare he left me in, I wouldn’t be surprised.

             
I walked a little further, trying to take in my surroundings. I heard a rustling to my left and I froze. I looked over to see that it was just a tree frog. I took another step and then another gathering my bearings. When I reached a clearing, I stood there, remembering this same one in a dream I had last year. “Tristan, if this is your idea of some sick joke you can knock it off,” I yelled, trying to get him to expose himself. He was the only other person who knew about the dream.

             
When he didn’t come out and reveal himself, I stood there with my arms crossed and huffed. I tried to wake myself up, but I was stuck. I felt something long and slimy slither across my foot. My eyes darted down in time to see a large snake making its way across the ground.

             
I screamed, jumping out of the way. My voice echoed through the forest and when I looked up, Tristan was standing across the clearing from me. “Why are you doing this?” I demanded.

             
He stood there motionless.

             
“So you’re not going to say anything?”

             
Again, nothing.

             
We both stood there silently, watching each other. Before I knew it he was in front of me in a flash. His hands gripped my shoulders so tight I thought they’d bruise. “Tristan, stop it,” I pleaded, trying to break free, but he was too strong. I knew I would have to find a way to get through to him or he would break both my arms. I looked up into his deep, dark eyes, and all I saw was a bottomless pit of nothing – just deep, dark depths of black. This was not Tristan or this version of him was not one I knew.

             
Frightened, I forced myself to wake up, but I couldn’t. There was no escaping this nightmare. I pleaded with him to let me go. He let out a low, guttural growl, exposing his fangs and going for my neck. I screamed so hard and loud I finally woke myself up.

             
I sat up in bed panting. My whole body shaking from the terrifying nightmare I just saw. Roman woke up and turned to me, examining my pale face. “Ella, what is it?”

             
I swiped a shaky hand across my sweaty forehead. “Just a bad dream,” I said.

             
“Do you want to talk about it?” Concern was written all over his face. I threw my arms around him, holding on tight. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed.

             
“Just don’t let go.”

             
He pulled me back down to the bed and held me close until I was able to rest comfortably. I was afraid to fall asleep, but I needed the rest. I thought maybe this time I would pay Tristan a visit and get this whole thing straightened out. I wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, but I knew I had to give it a shot or I might not be able to sleep again.

             
I closed my eyes and pictured Tristan. I thought about picturing the time we spent on the beach but was afraid he might drown me. Then I thought about the dream where we were on the cliff and quickly shook away the thought for fear of him pushing me off the cliff. Didn’t know if you could actually die in your dreams or not, but I was not willing to find out.

             
I thought really hard of the perfect place, one that was safe, and one that I could picture clearly. I thought of all the roses and lilies glistening from the bright moonlight. I thought of the pond and the stone steps lined up along the path. Then I thought of Tristan. I pictured him the way he was, the night he made dinner for me and him. I pictured us dancing under the stars as we did that night, him holding me close, and promising to never let me go.

             
When I opened my eyes, I saw the garden exactly as I pictured it. I spun around in search of Tristan, but he was nowhere to be seen. Either I failed in my attempt or he was just that mad at me. “Ella?” There was surprise and shock in his voice.

             
I slowly turned around to face him. He looked horrible. His eyes grew wide at the sight of me. His expression said I was the last person he expected to see and for a moment I believed these nightmares weren’t his doing. “What are you doing here?” he said, taking a step toward me. I took one back. His shoulders fell and he dropped his head. “I understand. You have every right to be mad, but I thought I was doing the right thing.”

             
“I’m only here to tell you to stop. Stop the nightmares. I get you’re pissed, but it’s a little much, even for you.”