Tonight was going to be perfect, and Hayden Fitzpatrick would have it no other way.
Distantly, she could hear the buzz of the workers downstairs, adding last minute touches for her party. Hayden smiled; she loved this time of year. Her house maid gave her a quizzical look, "why are you smiling?"
She gazed in the full length mirror in front of her. Her red dress shimmered as she spun, the silky fabric shining under the light. The beautiful dress clung to her body, in a way that should have been indecent. But the dress was far too elegant.
She smoothed her hands over the soft fabric that would have touched the ground, had it not been for the silver three-inch heels she adorned. Hayden had always preferred to feel taller than everyone, and when she could not achieve this task naturally, she had started sporting high heeled shoes. Suffice to say, she could probably walk, no run, a 10k marathon in 3-inch pumps.
Delicately, she traced the silver beading of her dress with her finger. The two beaded straps went from under her boobs, and crisscrossed at her neck. The two pieces extended over her shoulders, and connected to the skirt of her dress just above her tailbone. To say the dress was going to turn heads, well that was an understatement.
The color alone called for attention, which was why no one else at her party was allowed to wear red. Not that Hayden was catty enough to stop anyone; it was just a well known fact that no one but Hayden Fitzpatrick wore red at the Fitzpatrick's annual New Year's gala.
"I'm smiling because I know I'm going to kill tonight," Hayden stated, with a wink. She quickly pulled her brown hair up into a messy elegant bun, and retouched her makeup. Her amber eyes shone brightly, partly because of the eyeliner she had on, and also because of the natural glint in her eyes.
After giving herself another quick once over, she headed out the door.
The murmur of guests downstairs had gradually escalated into a jumble of conversations, concerning vacations, hook ups, and other people's family matters.
Hayden smiled at everyone that turned to greet her. She could feel the eyes of every male in the room on her staring yearningly. Every whisper about her, good or bad, only made her smile wider. She stopped a waiter to grab a glass of champagne, while conversing with her peers.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a brown haired boy walking in. The way he walked set him apart from the rest of the crowd. He did not pretend to have false confidence, but instead walked with his head down, occasionally looking up over the crowd. The second time he scanned the room, his eyes fell on hers. He smiled fondly while gazing at her.
Christopher Wellington was always one to make a quiet entrance, and that was what she loved about him. Their friendship was, albeit bizarre, but very well neutralized. His need to draw attention away from himself balanced her need for constant attention. He knew her better than anyone, and Hayden could not picture life without him. He was her rock; solid and always there to lean on.
Chris knew better than anyone that the tortoise always came last in a race. And he had occupied that position for some time now. However, he had decided he could no longer pace that slow. He knew what he wanted, and tonight, at his best friend's party, he was going to get it.
Caught up in his thoughts, Chris did not notice the broad shouldered, tall, bodyguard in front of him.
"Name?" the man questioned, rather rudely. Chris smiled slightly, he hated coping with awkward situations.
"Invitation?" flashing the man the red invitation, Chris passed by when he was allowed entry.
Right when he entered the room, he scanned the crowd for her. He knew looking at the sides of the room would be a feeble mistake. Hayden preferred, no demanded, the center of the room, and he knew that was where she would be.
Looking around, he finally caught her eye. Hayden broke away from a group of girls she was conversing with, and headed toward him.
Chris could not help but take in her beauty as she walked toward him; he had never been able to comprehend how she oozed so much confidence. He had always lacked in that area. But tonight he had to be more like Hayden, he needed to demand attention.
Hayden grabbed Chris by the tie, and pulled him toward her, "my, my, monsieur Chris, aren't we looking handsome tonight?"
Christopher smiled at her feebly, he shrugged his shoulders in a characteristically Chris fashion. "As do you Madame."
She smiled, grabbing another glass of wine, and drowning it in seconds.
Christopher frowned at his best friend, "how much have you had to drink?"
"fourorfive," she mumbled. He rolled his eyes, knowing full well what she was preparing for.
"No more, okay?" he said, grabbing the wine glass, and downing it himself. "Try and be sober for this party, I prefer you that way."
Hayden had to smile at her best friend, grabbing his hand she started to lead him towards the dance floor. She stopped, when he stayed rooted to his spot.
"I have to go to the bathroom, how about I meet you there next song?" Hayden nodded, and walked back toward the center of the room. On her way, grabbing another glass of wine.
Her hand was knocked aside before she could grab the stem of the glass. She turned to scream at the waiter, who was he to stop her?
Instead she turned to be greeted by the very reason she was drinking. He held her glass triumphantly, his eyes raking over her body. Somehow, she felt like she was standing in that room naked, but she met his stare head on. This was not so hard to do, since her heels brought her up to his height.
Hayden took in his messy, yet perfect, black hair, which had probably taken him hours to achieve. His blue eyes twinkled as she gazed at him, knowing full well she did not wish to speak to him. She was further angered by the fact that he wore a red shirt with his tuxedo. No one ever broke the dress code at her parties.
"It seems your blind, probably one of the reasons you always take the wrong girl home after a party," Hayden commented nonchalantly. Making sure to clear her face of any emotion.
Tristan McCallum smiled slightly, seeing through his ex-girlfriends defenses. She had always been one to play games, and state things as if they did not matter. He knew secretly her cold demeanor was because he had hurt her. But he did not care, none of that mattered anymore. They were finally on a level playing field.
An eye for eye, as they say.
"What can I say, I have short term memory lose," he answered, slowly sipping his drink. "Oh, and I do have to say, you do look quite stunning. Which guy do you plan on trapping tonight?"
Hayden's eyes started to sting. If there was one person that could, and would, always be able to get under her skin, it was Tristan. It did not help matters that he had been in her pants too.
She still did not know what had gone wrong between them. Their relationship had been going perfectly until he started cheating. She ignored the rumors at first, fully believing in him, and the fact that he loved her.
Gradually, however, the cheating became very pronounced. It was almost as if he wanted her to catch him. So she did, and they argued, and then broke up. She had cried about it forever, and her heart still ached. He had truly broken her, and after that she had become even more of a cold hearted queen than before.
Hayden Fitzpatrick was not one to fall in love easily, but once there, was also one to not fall out quickly either.
"As do you," she stated, caressing his cheek. "Now why don't you go find some fake blonde to play with, there seem to be a lot of willing, and brainless candidates here tonight. You'll probably be able to have at least, hmm… four, in the next hour?"
Tristan McCallum smirked, "you underestimate me, I could have at least six," and with that said, he walked away.
Hayden shook her head, how could have something that had felt so amazing, end up being the worst thing that had ever happened to her. Sighing, she headed towards the dance floor, and found Chris. He was waiting for her at the edge of the crowd. She grabbed his hand, and danced with him. She forgot all about Tristan as she let the music vibrate through her body. She felt herself relaxing, and started to melt with the music. She sashayed and shimmed against, and with Chris, just like they always did.
She smiled up at him, staring into his twinkling green eyes. They always had fun together.
Tristan grabbed the closest girl to him. She obliged, more than willingly, as he lead her to the dance floor. He pulled her tightly against him.
Across the dance floor, he could still see Chris and Hayden. Always together, he thought, bitterly.
He was the reason why they had broken up. Christopher Wellington. Why had the social faux pas chosen his girlfriend to go after? Hell, Tristan would have been more than happy to set the guy up. But no, Chris had always stayed with Hayden.
But Tristan had never taken it to heart. He had understood that Chris and Hayden were like teenage girls and boy bands, they needed each other. And he had never questioned it. Never once raised an eyebrow when Chris had joined them on movie nights.
And the two of them had taken advantage of his trust. They had played him, more than a strung out guitar.
But that did not matter anymore, Tristan had gotten his revenge. And now, here he was free, and able to stick it in any girl he wanted.
That was one thing Tristan had that Chris did not, the ability to make girls crawl after him. And he decided, as he grabbed another girl out of the crowd to join him and his new friend, was enough, for the time being anyway.
"Yeah Chris?"She murmured against his shoulder, as the soft music played in the background.
"I need to speak to you about something, and it's kind of level 100 priority," he stated, his voice serious. Hayden could not help but smile.
"Okay, do you want to go outside?" He nodded, and led her outside. Once there he situated himself on a swinging chair, and patted the spot beside him.
Hayden could not help but notice his fidgetiness, and the way he kept nervously running his fingers through his hair.
"What's wrong Chris?" She asked, gently, which was a rare thing for Hayden to do.
"I have something to tell you, and I really hope you don't overreact. But you need to hear me out, and please," he stated, stopping her before she could speak, "don't interrupt me."
Hayden nodded, shocked, she had never heard Chris speak with so much certainty. His tone was so unlike himself. She could not help but listen intently.
"I- I'm in love. But this girl, she doesn't know it," he stated.
"AWW, that's so sweet Chris!" Hayden exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him.
"Stop!" Chris replied, gently pulling her off of him, he stood up. "I need you to listen."
He waited a second before continuing, "I love her so much Hayden, but I have no idea how to say it. And, the thing is, she's different than all the girls at school."
Hayden smiled, Christopher deserved someone different, "different how?"
"She's more mature and way too gorgeous to go for a guy like me-
Christopher stopped mid-sentence, his words choked by the too tight grasp of his best friend, "I bet you anything that she loves you more than you can imagine. Trust me, Chris, when I say, your one in a million."
He blushed, pulling away. Just as he was about to speak, a loud, snarky laugh interrupted them.
"You two really are meant for each other," Tristan stated, smirking in their direction. His steps toward them were sluggish, and the dilated pupils of his eyes proved that he was on the verge of being drunk. That or he was a very good actor.
"We were kind of talking," Hayden said, angrily, "could you please leave?"
"NO!" Tristan yelled, losing his ever present composure, "I want to hear this, just as much as you do. I've probably been waiting longer too."
"What are you talking about?" Chris questioned, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion.
"Your love declaration. I've been wondering how long you'd wait till Hayden and I broke up to get in her pants again. It was only a matter of time."
A hurt look passed over Hayden's face, but Tristan continued. "Well, Chris, bud, let me be the first to say, she is very satisfying. Just don't let her think you're trying to take control, Hayden likes to harness the reins," he stated, winking at Hayden.
A tear slid down Hayden's cheek, one that she had been holding in for a very long time. She mentally slapped herself, she had promised to never cry over Tristan McCallum ever again. She wiped at her face, stood up and left.
Tristan watched as his ex-girlfriend fled back inside. She was not one to take someone insulting her; he was surprised she had walked away. Yet, that meant he had hurt her badly, which eased his broken heart slightly.
He turned back to Chris, half expecting him to have run after Hayden, like the pet he was. But instead he was met with a fist coming at his face.
Christopher handed Tristan an ice pack. He had felt bad for resorting to violence, but Tristan had angered him. No one got away with hurting Hayden like that.
"What's your problem man?" Chris asked, "All you do is hurt her, why can't you just stay away?"
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Tristan questioned. Chris was taken aback by the amount of venom in his voice.
"Okay, stop dancing around whatever it is you want to say, and just say it!" Chris yelled.
"Stop acting like you don't know Wellington. I KNOW YOU SLEPT WITH HER! I saw you sneaking out of her house this summer, almost every day. What did you think I wasn't going to find out? I'm not any idiot you know."
Christopher blushed a deep shade of scarlet. Tristan felt the need to punch the bastard even more. How dare he act embarrassed.
"Iwasn'twithHayden," the brown-haired boy mumbled, his hair falling to cover his face.
"Then who were you with? Don't lie," Tristan stated, half believing Chris. There was a quality about him that made him seem almost trustworthy. But Tristan knew better than to trust anyone.
Chris sighed, "that was what I was trying to tell Hayden. Over the summer, when you and her became more serious, I didn't really have anyone to hang out with anymore. I didn't want to intrude on your dates anymore. So I started to hang out in the library more. I don't know how, but one day I met Hayden's older sister there. We talked, and had coffee, and then somehow, it became a regular occurrence. We met every day, and then randomly she invited me to a college party. Of course I said yes, because well, you know the Fitzpatrick appeal. And then somehow, by the end of the night I ended up in her room. And then every night after that. She just wanted something fun, but I started to fall for her, and tonight I was going to tell her how I feel."
He blushed again, and Tristan sat there, dumbfounded. "You mean to say, you never slept with Hayden?"
"NO! Of course not! Hayden and I are just friends." Chris stated, and watched as Tristan jumped out of his seat and ran back inside.
'This is not how I planned my night,' Hayden thought bitterly, as she sat in her closet, with her knees drawn to her chest. Her mascara was running down her face, her hair was now more messy than elegant, and her three inch heels were thrown carelessly on the floor.
She was supposed to be getting over him, not crying every time he said something to her. And what had he been going on about anyway? About her and Chris. Everyone knew that was never going to happen. They knew each other too closely to even consider dating.
Hayden sighed; she was not going to get her perfect New Year's kiss tonight. Let alone even go back downstairs. A fresh wave of tears hit, and Hayden had to do everything in her power to stop them.
The sound of the door being opened made her look up, ready to lash at whoever was disturbing her.
Tristan stood staring down at a side of Hayden Fitzpatrick he had never seen in his life. Tear streamed down her face, and her shoulders sagged in defeat. He felt a tug at his heart, he had done this to her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so so so sorry."
He watched her turn her head defiantly, "If you're done can you please leave."
He sighed, knowing she would never forgive him. He turned to leave, but the door knob would not budge.
"Uh, Hayden, were locked in here," Tristan stated, taking this as some sort of sign that he was meant to make things right with the girl crumpled on the floor. Slowly, he lowered himself beside her, attempting to catch at her hand.
She got up, shrugging him off, and turned the knob frantically, screaming at the top of her lungs. After ten minutes of yelling, she gave up, and slid to the floor.
"While we're stuck here, do you mind if I tell you a story?"
A grunt was her only reply, "well it starts off with a girl and a boy. You see this boy is very stupid, and very jealous of the girl's best friend. He becomes paranoid, and starts thinking the girl and her best friend are sleeping together, and decides to cheat on her back. He then continues to make things worse by fighting, and breaking up with the girl. And even after they break up, he continues to harass this girl because he is so angered that he got played. He fails to realize that the girl never cheated, and he's a pompous dickhead for not seeing what was right in front of him," Tristan paused, searching Hayden's face. The look on her face was passive, but he could tell she was listening. "The thing is, this boy had been paranoid because he had started to care very strongly for this girl. He had started to love her, and didn't know what to do with those feelings. And maybe, he was a little scared to commit since he had never felt this way before."
Hayden stared unblinkingly at her ex-boyfriend. He had never shared so much about his feelings with her before. She inwardly smiled, he loved her.
But then she remembered all the horrible things he had said and done. The girls he had cheated with.
"That doesn't take back all the awful things you've done and said. All the girls you slept with," Hayden whispered, finally letting the pain out.
"If it helps," Tristan stated, moving closer towards her, "I never slept, or so much as kissed, any of them. I just made you think that."
"How do I know you aren't lying?"
"Oh, believe me, I tried. Boy did I try. But every time I got near one of them, I started comparing them to you, and they just dimmed in comparison," he paused. The countdown had started downstairs.
"Just please, forgive me. I'm pouring my heart out, which isn't something I normally do."
"How do I know you're going to commit?"
There was a long pause.
7, 6, 5, 4,
"Because I love you," Tristan stated, with every ounce of feeling in him. She said nothing.
"I love you too," she whispered.
Hayden found herself wrapped in Tristan's embrace, breathing him in. He kissed her lovingly, and she let him take control. She trusted him enough to lead the way, and for once, Hayden Fitzpatrick found herself relinquishing her crown.
"This night was perfect," she breathed against his lips.
"Better than perfect," he replied.
Author's Note: Hey everyone! I know this is totally random, but I thought I'd update with a cute one-shot. I actually had this written before, but I lost it when my hard-drive crashed. So I had to re-write it. I actually had a bunch of stuff written to post, but that all got lost too. It's my fault though, since I was stupid not to back it up. Anyways, enjoy, and add me on livejournal for updates! (Link on Profile)