Children of Sin Ch. 4

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In the crowded party atmosphere filled with the smells of beer and the sounds of hip-hop in the air, the last person Grant expected to see tonight was Leslie. He had only been at the party for about five minutes when he suddenly recognized her, standing across the room from him and apparently having a blast. One of the most beautiful girls in his class, as well as one of his sister's best-friends, was standing only a couple of yards away.

"Holy shit... Is that Leslie Daniels? What's she doing here?" Grant instantly asked Big Gordie Hailey, a friend of his from one of his math classes, as well as numerous parties.

"Hell if I know," the more than 300 pound giant replied. Grant began to remember the crush he had on her back in his freshman year, which had gotten worse when she had started coming over to his house to sometimes visit his sister. Hell, he still hadn't fully recovered from his crush on her. Then another thought came to him.

"Wait, if she's here, where's what's-his-name?" Grant asked.

"You mean Samuel Kim?"

"Yeah, Samuel..." Grant felt like laughing at saying that name. Hell, he didn't have anything against the guy, but he still couldn't figure out how the hell a guy who hung out with the potheads and the geeks was able to score a prom date with Leslie Daniels. Leslie Daniels, who had probably been asked out at least once by every jock and "player" at his school, and who had turned down more than 90% of them. Hell, even Grant had failed to get her to go out on a date with him, though, because of their friendship, he did get pretty close. She even reminded him of his sister, not being much of a social-butterfly, but very attractive, with a sweet demeanor. That was probably why they had been such close friends for so long, though Leslie tended to be a bit more out going than the bookish Ericka.

"Samuel's here too, somewhere." Gordie said in a distracted manner, neither of the two young men taking their eyes off of the beautiful young woman in the red skirt and blouse. Her hair was tied up in an attractive style, and she was in the middle of a grouping of people, laughing and chatting. A couple seconds later, she turned and hurried up a flight of stairs to the second floor of the house, and, as if being brought out of hypnosis, Grant and Gordie immediately turned back to talk with each other.

"Damn, she looks absolutely perfect tonight," Grant said, shaking his head as if waking up from a dream.

"Whoo, you got that right," Gordie exhaled and chuckled. "It's just kinda weird..."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I didn't think Leslie ever went to parties."

"No, I mean Pamela," Gordie said, instantly getting a confused look from Grant. He continued, "I mean, all night, Pamela's been like eye-ballin' Leslie and Samuel."

"Hell, she's probably just as confused about their dating as the rest of us," Grant chuckled.

"Naw, it wasn't like that. It was like, I don't know, she was planning something..."

Grant immediately let out a laugh.

"I'm serious," Gordie exclaimed, though even he couldn't help but chuckle along with him. "I know that girl, and she's done some pretty bad shit to girls who piss her off. And now she just up and disappeared..."

"Don't worry about it, Gordie. I'm sure it was nothing. I know Pamela can be a real bitch sometimes, but I doubt she's out for blood or anything," Grant said, patting Gordie's shoulder and trying to ease his friend's worries. Of course, in the back of his head, Grant knew that Pamela Matthews, the ring-leader of one of the most popular cliques in school, was capable of doing just about anything. She was a grade-A bitch, and was even a little intimidating to Grant. He normally didn't socialize with her or her small cluster of friends, though they had both flirted with each other a number of times over the years. She had a serious bod on her, but he just didn't always agree with her attitude. There was nothing that killed the mood on a date worse than a horrible attitude. She was a bit of an elitist, which was just not his style, and which also made his pal Gordie's attraction toward her seem all the more humorous.

Gordie immediately started chuckling, getting Grant's attention. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" he asked.

"I was just thinkin', with Leslie dating Samuel Kim, and suddenly coming out to the parties, maybe you sister will start showing up to parties too," Gordie grinned, giving Grant a short jab in the shoulder.

"Shit, you might be right," Grant laughed. Leave it to good old Gordie to have such a one-track mind. He loved talking to the guy, mostly because Gordie's appetite for the ladies rivaled even his own. He was constantly flirting with just about any cute girl, at school or at parties. Grant felt like maybe he should be a little more jealous about some of Gordie's flirtation toward his sis, but hell, what did he really care anyway? It wasn't like she ever gave in to Gordie's advances anyway. Besides, it was more or less just Gordie's nature. In reality, the guy probably only succeeded about 25% of the time when he was "working his game" on some girl. Gordie was really just an all around fun guy to be around, and flirting was just a part of his personality.

"Ericka and Leslie are pretty tight, right? I mean, they still hang out with each other a lot?" Big G asked.

"Not so much these days. I think Ericka was probably the most surprised of us all when Leslie started dating Samuel," Grant replied, already anticipating Gordie's next question. It was weird how those two girls were. They were practically inseparable back in freshman and sophomore year, but, now that Grant thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time Leslie had spent the night at their house, or Ericka at hers. Seemed that lately, the two girlfriends had started to drift apart. Oh well, that's life, Grant thought.

After a few more minutes of light-hearted conversation, Gordie eventually walked off, chasing after a rather attractive member of the cheerleading squad, leaving Grant alone on the couch. After another minute, he decided he was going to do a bit of socializing himself, and got up and started to walk toward an attractive group of females in the next room. As he was walking past the staircase, however, he was interrupted by a body running into him.

"Damn!" he swore out loud, getting ready to curse-out whoever just interrupted his "flow", when he suddenly realized who it was. "Leslie?"

She looked up at him, her eyes red and glistening with tears. She was sniffling and very obviously distressed.

"Leslie, what's wrong?" he said, almost scared at her behavior. She immediately started sobbing even worse, and gathering some attention from the surrounding people. He put his arm around her, and she began to cry into his shoulder, arousing some more attention. Realizing that this was probably not a good place to talk about whatever it was that was troubling her, he offered to take her outside to talk. As they walked out the front door, he got a few concerned questions from people, mostly stuff like, "Is she all right? What's wrong?" but he maneuvered their way out to the front porch, where it was much quieter. It took some time, but she eventually calmed down some, at least enough for Grant to ask her again, "What happened, Leslie?"

They sat on a railing on the large front porch, the world suddenly seeming much more silent. She looked out across the large front lawn of the Parish's property, the sound of music and laughter coming from inside the house, a little muffled. She gave out a large sigh, and finally said, "I didn't know you'd be here tonight, Grant."

"Leslie, what happened in there?" Grant asked again, determined to find out what would have gotten her in such a state. Then, suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, and he immediately asked, "Leslie, where's Samuel?"

Almost immediately, she started to tear up a bit, and Grant, going with his first instinct, gave her a hug, rubbing her back to comfort her a bit as she stifled back another sob. As she calmed a bit again, she sighed and just muttered, "I don't really want to talk about it."

Goddamn it, that prick. If that Samuel did something to hurt Leslie...

"Hey, listen, are you going to be okay? You want to go back in?"

"No, I'd rather not," Leslie said, sniffing some and wiping her tears from her face. She began to giggle a bit.

"What? What's so funny?" Grant asked.

"Nothing, it's just... I bet you didn't expect to see me here, did you?" she said, starting to giggle a little more.

"No, I guess I really wasn't," Grant laughed in agreement. They grew silent again, listening to the party going on inside.

"Would it... would it be okay if you gave me a ride home?" she said in a sad sort of tone. It was obvious she wasn't going to be walking back inside of that house. He decided not to ask any more questions, and agreed. They walked down to his car without another word being said between them.

When he started his car, the CD player automatically started to play where it had left off, and they began to drive off into the night. The song, "Disarm" by the Smashing Pumpkins, was one of Grant's favorites, and he began to bob his head with the beat. He suddenly realized that Leslie was singing along with Billy Corigan, a little silently, almost as if whispering the lyrics to herself. She stared out the window, staring out into the starry sky, brightened by the full moon. Grant couldn't help but feel amazed by the sight of the moment. As the song ended, she let out a contented sigh.

"That's one of my favorite songs," she said, turning to smile at him.

"Yeah... mine too," he answered, still unsure of what to say in this situation. It had been a long time since he had a conversation with Leslie. Too long. He was about to tell her this when he noticed her pull two clips from her hair and let it cascade down her shoulders. As cute as she was with her hair up, she was absolutely stunning with it down, her dirty-blonde hair shining in the blue moonlight. Grabbing her purse, she searched through it and grabbed a white head-band, pulling her long hair back from her face. He saw the head-band, and automatically, a light-bulb switched on in Grant's head.

"You know, Leslie," he began, trying to keep his eyes on the road, even though the vision beside him was quite distracting, "You and Ericka... you haven't been hanging out too much lately, have you?"

She smiled a bit as she snapped the little clasp on her purse before answering, "Well, you know how it is. Times have just been a little hectic lately. I've been busy with yearbook staff and looking for colleges, not to mention school work..."

"Not to mention your new boyfriend," Grant interrupted, and automatically realized he shouldn't have said that. He looked at her, and she turned back toward the passenger-side window. "I'm sorry, Leslie, I..."

"No, no, it's okay," she said, giving him that same sad smile. "I guess the thing with Samuel has been taking up a lot of my time lately. I'm just starting to realize that myself." She wasn't on the verge of tears anymore, but Grant could tell that it was a subject that was cutting into her.

"I didn't mean to bring it up. We don't have to talk at all if you don't want..."

"No, I... I think I need someone to talk to about this, actually," she said, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. Grant realized that she needed an ear, and he was more than willing to offer his, but he was also very wary about talking about relationships.

"I don't know if I'm the best person to be talking to about this," he said before adding, "but I'm willing to listen."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that," Leslie apologized.

"No, it's fine, it's just..." Grant started, before he noticed the clock on his stereo said 12:45. Then he got an idea. "Hey, you know what... if you want, I could take you back to my place and we could see if Ericka's still awake," he said, raising his eyebrows and giving her his trademark smile. He just hoped that his sis hadn't decided to call it a night early, because right now, her old friend probably needed her the most.

"You know what," she said, considering the question, before finally responding, "Sure, why not? I can always call my dad up to let him know where I'm at, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I spent the night at your house."

"It's been a while, but I'm sure we can still accommodate you," Grant grinned, and they both laughed. He came to a cross-road and made a left turn, heading toward his own house instead of Leslie's.

When they arrived at the secluded Stewart residence, the whole place was dark. They walked in quietly, and while Grant busied himself with putting away his jacket in his room, Leslie went and knocked on Ericka's bedroom door. She came back to Grant's room a few seconds later.

"She's completely knocked-out," Leslie giggled.

"Figures," Grant chuckled. "Well, anyway, how about I get you something to drink, and we can talk in the living room?"

"Sounds good to me," Leslie said, lightly throwing her jacket and purse on Grant's bed.

After a while, the two teens were sitting on the large sofa in the living room, laughing and talking about the "good old days." They were trying to keep their voices down so as not to wake up Ericka, despite the fact that all of the bedrooms in the house were mostly sound-proof, a fact that seemed to have slipped both Grant and Leslie's minds. However, it still didn't stop Leslie from laughing rather loudly at some of the crazy things the three of them had done. For a moment, Grant had totally forgotten the scene at the party and their conversation in the car, and he was simply enjoying being around her.

Leslie brought up a question, "So, Grant, how did you ever put up with us two?"

"Oh hell, Ericka's a trip herself. I'm used to her acting like a fool, so with you around, it was like the usual thing, only in stereo," Grant quipped, instantly bringing a laugh from Leslie. He wasn't sure, but he could detect that Leslie was probably a little drunk from the party, but he decided not to press the issue.

"I bet you loved having two girls running around this house," she teased.

"Well, it certainly wasn't unpleasant," he smiled back. She grinned at his response.

"Yeah, I know you probably tried to sneak a peek at us when I spent the night," she teased a little more.

"Hey, c'mon! I wouldn't do that. That was probably my dad, the dirty old man," he grinned, and she immediately started to laugh again. In truth, he remembered how completely horny he got with both Leslie and Ericka running around the house in their little pajamas or in nothing but long T-shirts. Having those two girls around was both a blessing and a curse, and he remembered just how much he used to masturbate in his room during those nights. She sipped the last contents of her Coke, and he offered her another.

"Mmm, yes please," she said, lounging out a bit on the sofa. As he got up, she curled her feet up on the sofa. He took a moment to take in her image, her long, smooth legs showing off in the high-slit skirt she wore. She rocked her head around and massaged her neck a little, and his eyes naturally drifted down her neck to her chest, the low v-neck of her blouse showing a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Wake up, boy, he thought to himself.

"Another Coke, or maybe something a little... harder?" Grant offered, that sly grin appearing on his face again. He didn't know why, but suddenly the sly, silver-tongued talent of his was starting to resurface again. His self-confidence was starting to ease back to the fore-front, and despite knowing that this was probably the most inappropriate time to start flirting with Leslie, he just couldn't help himself.

"I don't think I should drink any more tonight," she replied a little lazily.

"Ah-ha! I thought you were acting a little buzzed," he said.

"Oh, you think I'm buzzed, huh? Well in that case, I'll have a little rum in my Coke, please," she smiled back at him, almost matching the same sly intent behind it.

Grant just shook his head and chuckled, and made his way to his father's bar. His dad knew that Grant drank, so he never bothered to lock up the liquor cabinets or anything. Besides, if his son was going to get drunk, might as well do it at home instead of driving all over town, his dad reasoned. While he worked at mixing their drinks, Grant decided to ask her some questions that he had been avoiding all night.

"So, Leslie, how is it that you and Samuel hooked-up?"

She was a little silent at first, but she eventually answered, "Well, that's quite a long story in itself. But, basically, to make a long story short, he asked me out, and I accepted."

"Oh, come on. He just asked, and you said 'yes,' and that was it? I asked, and you never said yes."

"Yeah, well, he wasn't the brother to one of my best friends, either," she quipped back. "Besides, Ericka would have killed me if I had said yes."

"What?" Grant asked, kind of perplexed by her response.

"Nevermind," she answered back.

"But seriously, what was it that made you say yes to him?"

"Why not him?" she suddenly turned to look at him, almost defensive in her tone. "I mean, he's funny, he's really sweet, he's got a good heart, and a big... he's a very talented guy." Grant was even more perplexed by that answer. Did she just say he had "a big" something?

"What do you mean by 'talent?' Hell, I have talent," he said as he let the ice-cubes clink in the glasses.

Leslie just sighed and turned back around in her seat. "I mean he's a very... sensitive person. His artwork, his writing, it has a deep feeling to it..."

"Oh please, don't tell me you're one of those girls who go for that 'sensitive artist' crap, are you?" Grant was trying to keep the mood light, but he was kind of getting ticked at her answers.

"Oh, Jeezus, Grant. If I'd known you'd act so offended that I dated Samuel instead of you..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Look, let's just forget it, okay?" Grant apologized. He really didn't want it to look like he was jealous or anything, even though he was. He handed her the drink, seated himself in his over-stuffed La-Z-Boy across from her, and they continued to talk. She told him about some of Samuel's artwork and his short stories, about some of the things they did on dates, but as much as she talked, he really found it to be ridiculous. She was going over all of his good points, but obviously there was something she wasn't telling him, something that related to her running away from the party in tears. He watched her, and found that his eyes couldn't help but drift down to her nice, full breasts. He needed to change the topic, otherwise he was going to keep drifting off like this.

"Leslie," Grant started, interrupting her description of a particular date that they had gone on a week ago. "Leslie... what happened at the party? I know it had something to do with Samuel, right?"

She froze, and her eyes instantly went down into her lap, looking down into her drink, her fingers tracing around the edge of her glass. She was trying to hide something, he knew it, and she wasn't going to be able to get off her chest whatever it was that was troubling her if she didn't talk to him.

"If Samuel did something to you, if he tried anything funny..." Grant started to get angry, already fearing the worst. That jerk-off probably tried to get her to suck his dick or something, he thought. As angry as this made him, he could feel his cock begin to stir inside his pants.

"No, it wasn't like that," she said, but instantly clammed-up.

"C'mon, Leslie. Something happened. I don't want to push the issue if it's too uncomfortable for you to say, but I want to know. I don't like to see you cry like that." He really didn't mean for it to sound like a line or something, but his instincts were usually right on about these sort of things. He needed to know.