Chapter Six

As I walked Tristan to the door, I gave him another hug.
“Good Luck tonight,” he said, “and don’t do anything stupid.”
“Oh, come on, Tris. You know me. I won’t…on purpose.” I gave him a conniving smile and closed the door behind him.
It was days like this that really made up for all the days that flat-out suck. I finally understood what permutation was and how to use it. I was going to a party tonight for a guy who is way beyond beautiful. It was almost like a miracle.
Friday night beneath the stars; in a field behind your yard, you and I are painting pictures in the sky. Sometimes we don’t say a thing. Just listen to the crickets sing, everything I need is right here by my side. And I know everything about you, and I don’t live without you. I’m only up when you’re not down. Don’t want to fly if you’re still on the ground. It’s like no matter what I do. Well you drive me crazy half the time, the other half I’m only trying to let you know what I feel is true; I’m only me when I’m I with you.
I love Taylor Swift. I really look up to her. She’s so perfect, down to earth, sweet and one hell of a singer. I started rummaging through my closet trying to find something decent to wear. I couldn’t figure out what to wear, let alone the fact that I don’t know when it is, or even where it is. I decided to give Damien a call. I hesitatingly dialed the number he gave me. My heart started racing as I listened to the dial tone. It stopped.
“Hey Katie.”
“Damien?”
“Yeah, hi.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“I just knew.”
There was a long silence. So I figured I’d say something.
“So, I have no idea what kind of party you’re having, where it is, what to bring, or what time it is.” I said it all in one breath. It was so hard to talk even knowing he was on the other end of the line.
“It’s at my house, 344 Serenity Court; from 6 to 2am. Semi formal. And you don’t need to bring anything. It’s just a party for fun. I really hope you can make it.”
Oh, my gosh, he actually wants me to come. I felt so special.
“Uh…yeah, I’ll definitely be there. Thanks.” I quickly hung up the phone so I wouldn’t embarrass myself any more.
I glanced at the clock – 2:45 pm.


I tore through my closet frantically. I needed to find something decent to impress him, let alone anyone else who happens to be there. I finally found a red dress. Not too formal, but definitely not casual. I went into the bathroom and sitting on the counter was the ring.
The ring was just a gold circlet. I couldn’t tell if it was real or not. But what I did find out was that there was an engraving in the ring. I couldn’t tell what it said though. So I found one of my mom’s cleaners for her jewelry. I could finally see what it said.


I put on my make up and got my handbag. I refuse to call it a purse because I hate purses. They’re too girly for me. I put my cell phone in, then my wallet and zipped it up. As I was heading out of the house, my mother stopped me.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to Damien’s party, remember?”
“Oh, that’s right. Okay well, take my car and be home by 2:45.”
“W-w-what did you just say?” I asked, stunned.
“I said be home by 2:45?” She looked at me like I was stupid.
“Okay…I’ll be home before then.”
And with that, I walked out the door.