Fire River

Fire River

Chapter 24

The bedroom door was closed but the room was anything but quiet. On the lower floor of the Wethersfield’s river side house. Mr. and Mrs. Westerfeld were gone as usually leaving to one of the biggest charities in Manhattan with the rest of the Knights Ridge parents. Alone, who was currently letting what seemed like the entire roster of Knights Ridge Prep School enter the house.

The music was blaring through the shocking speakers not only in one room but the black rubber wires were running through the hallways leading through out the entire bottom floor letting the black speakers bounce with musical notes.

The house was filled to capacity now and the walls were busting through the seems. The party goers were gratefully unaware as of now as of now, as the bathroom line was constant leading the flow of beer from the two kegs sitting in the bathtub.

But behind the closed door the room was just as loud, the music echoing up the stairs and through the walls but suddenly it seemed as if two heavy breaths over came any noise or silence that could be heard. The window was open letting the shining moon fall in through the otherwise dark room.

“What are we doing?” Serena questioned out of breath as her hands tugged at Noah Scott’s clothes as the fumbled across the carpeted floor falling onto the bed, although she questioned her own morals, and how she could do this now after all the months of being both stubborn and hurt but now she couldn’t seem to help herself, at this point it hurt too bad not to do it.

“What are we not doing?” Noah questioned in the heat of the moment as he pressed down on her slim body kissing softly along her smooth neck. She reached her arms down grasping at the edge of the Abercrombie tee shirt and pulling it over his head. He slowly inched his hand down her waste and up her skirt and grabbed the top of her panties.

“We can’t do this.” Serena moaned as Noah tossed her underwear across the room, her voice was deep and heavy as if saying the words were just a ploy to make herself feel better until she could press his lips upon hers again. “Then why don’t we stop?” Noah Scott asked leaning completely on top of the young seventeen year old blonde, his face only centimeters from her playing a torturing, sexy game. “Shut up.” She moaned with a smile as she pulled his head down to her lips but his soft shaggy light brown hair.

It probably wasn’t right for the godess and god of Knights Ridge to have extreme foreplay on top of Mr. and Mrs. Westerfelds bed while their best friend Charlotte-Marie Myers was crouched over the toilet allowing upchucks of various drink spew into the toilet bowel, not that that particular noise was unheard either.

“You’re perfect, just ugh. So perfect Serena.” Noah Scott mumbled into her ear brushing away her beautiful blonde bob. “I’m not…” She murmured as he began to tug her skirt down to her knees. As the words came to a stop and the moment came to a heighten of passion Serena Allen cringed: “Noah…wait.” But before he could ask a question or react Serena had already jumped off the bed nearly naked pulling her skirt back on with great expertise and dropping her shirt over her lacy bra.

Noah stood perfectly still after pulling on his boxers awkwardly unaware of how to react. “I can’t…” “I….” You could hear a soft cry come from the bathroom from Charlotte-Marie as another knocked on the bedroom door. “No?” An obnoxiously familiar voice. “Yeah?” Noah cringed keeping his eyes sternly on Serena. “Is Charlotte in there still?”

The couple grunted as Noah Scott rushed to get dressed and cover his perfect body with wasted gotten and knits before opening the door. “I’ll take her outside…its too stuffy in here.” Within a few minutes Lorelei Miller was walking through the room Charlotte completely dependent on her shoulders her face green with embarrassment and envy a look she never gloated.

“No… I have o-nly had sex once.” Noah grunted crossing his arms. “Once... With Nate...On my birthday.” Serena Allen contorted her face to a strange smile before letting out a cold breath. “And I know everyone has this idea of me… but that night was a mistake and I don’t want us to be like that. It shouldn’t be like that.” And for maybe once in a long while Serena sounded content, and sincere, happy and at the same time sober.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me? About any of it?” Noah questioned as she suddenly snapped back a quiet giggle erupting from her perfectly shaped Chanel vamp lip glossed lips and she sighed. “It’s all just a mystery.”

Inside of the Westerfeld house a raging party was still going on, the tap on the kegs coming to an end and the music library coming to a close while outside the green grass was erupted by six bodies sprawled out across the front lawn.

Their bodies arranged in a snow angel form one right next to each other a perfect row that perhaps was only viable from the sky above them that was quietly coming into the morning as the sky began to lighten. “Let’s play a game?” Nate Westerfeld muttered from his mouth as he lay with his head against the grass, his eye lids shut lightly and his girlfriend hand in hand next to him. “Truth or dare!” Serena belted out for all to hear.

“How many different guys have you had sex with?” Nate perverted yelled. “One.” Katie Scott said rather proudly at the end of the line. “Five.” Serena said turning her head ever so slightly to wink in Noah’s direction. She lied partly for the mystery and partly because for the rest of her life she wanted Nate’s bad side of be jealous. Just like she always would secretly be jealous of Katie.

“Two guys… and one very experienced man.” A drunken Charlotte-Marie belted from the other end of the line. “I’m a virgin.” Lorelei said ever so mildly after a good bit of silence as the five fellow Knights Ridge kids bit their lip across the row. “Oh shit.” Charlotte said getting up with a bolt running right behind the white SAAB to quiet sound of an upchucked drink for hours passed.

The river was laying right behind the few scattered trees of the Knights Ridge woods where countless Halloween extravaganzas and illegal shows downs were held, right across the street from the Westerfelds residence where the best parties of any Knights Ridges kid childhood took place while across the entire small Connecticut town, scattered memories of drunken holidays, stupid fights and unhealthy sex-parades took place could never be forgotten.

But across the Westerfelds lawn were six very different classic Knights Ridge kids who lived in a town the kids were over sexed and partook in to much underage drinking too soon, the parents worked hard during the day and hid their private life’s at night and the gossip was heavier than any where else known.

And as the sun began to rise over the small town the six kids quietly opened their eyes looking at the exact spot and moment where the rising sun hit the edge of the river running through the middle of the town holding everyone’s secrets captive. And at the exact moment the river set on fire.

THE END.