Forgetting Pain (Chaos)

I smile lightly, relief coursing through me. I can tell she noticed my blush and am glad she didn't mention it. I get the impression she knew why my cheeks were on fire.
I see her offer a hand, and am tempted to take it, but I'm afraid of what she would say when she felt the sweat on it. I'm nervous, mostly because I've never been to a party before. I know you dance at parties, but that's about it, and I'm sure there's more to it then just that.
I've seen parties from a distance, though. Sometimes, at the edge of a lake in the woods, people have them. There's laughter and music and torches lit everywhere along with girls who are wearing bikinis and guys who look like they could lift a truck. And of course, since no Peacekeepers are around, some teens who have had a little too much to drink. Curiosity allows me to stay for a minute before I race away, not wanting to spy.
So instead I pull my hand back to wipe it on my shorts, hoping she gets the message. I walk beside her, and then, very cautiously, begin to speak.
"So... er...," I can feel my face heat up again in embarrassment, and I smile, trying to ease my nervousness, "what exactly do you do at parties? I've never really been to one, so I don't know what they're like. I mean, how do you have fun at them? Swim, dance, talk...?"
I feel like a complete idiot, especially when I'm sure Flight has been to many parties. I'm sure she's actually had a lot of fun in life, unlike me. To me, the most fun I've had is the exhileration of racing through the woods at night.
But I don't say that out loud.

Forcing my nervousness down, I put on a lazy smile, my eyes shimmering with excitement. My first time upclose to a party, and I'm already noticing things about how people are acting, what they're doing, who they're with. I see some couples dancing to the beat of the fast music, some people laughing in the water as they swim, and some guys off to the side, waiting for the perfect girl to approach. I watch all of this with curiosity.
Almost immediately I notice some guys' eyes on Flight, and I know she'll be busy tonight. I grin in her direction, a sign that all nervousness is gone, replaced with excitement. This is gonna be fun, and that's why I came here. To have fun.
No one really seems to notice me as I walk through the large crowds. Either they're too focused on Flight, too absorbed with each other, or I'm not looking hard enough. The third is really true, because I know if I see someone watching me I'll turn red despite my giddiness.
Again noting some guys are watching Flight, I lift my eyebrows. Well, are you gonna follow me all night, or actually have some fun?
After that I dive into the crowd of dancers, unsure where I'm going but not really caring. People move around me, easily following the beat. I move to the edge of the crowd, suddenly uncertain of myself. Then I notice the water, and realizing a need to loosen up and have some real fun I pull of my shorts and wade into the water, keeping my hair dry. I plan on dancing later.
I have no idea where Flight is, so instead of swimming, I turn around and try to find her.
I'm sure she's not wandering alone like me.

For a moment, I see her dancing with some boys. I smile, and for a moment, just glad she's having a good time, I relax and just wander around in the water for a while. Once I'm tired of being by myself, I begin to search for Flight again. For a moment, I think I see a flash of raven hair, but suddenly it vanishes.
Didn't she see me? She must of, so why did she disappear?
And then I see why, and my heart practically leaps into my throat. I stab of fear runs through me, and then a wave of anger. I glare at the place I last saw Flight.
I'm gonna kill her...
The boy looks cautious, which to me is a good sign. He's a few inches taller the me with a confident smile but shy brown eyes.
It comforts me a little, so when he asks me if I'd like to dance, I can talk without stuttering.
"Sounds awesome."
His eyes brighten a little, and I completely relax. I take his hand with my damp one and he leads me out of the water. The music is fast, and I'm grateful he doesn't lead me far into the crowd. For a moment, we both feel akward, and stand almost two feet away from each other. But as the music seeps into our veins and we warm up, we get closer and closer until we're only a few inches apart, and I can feel his breath on my face. I'm partially dry, and my hair swings from side to side.
Suddenly, I see Flight in the shadows. I grin challengingly.
Go on. Outdo me.

When I feel someone's hands wrap around my waist, I nearly jump out of my skin. I'm about to spin around when I feel her chin rest on my shoulder and hear her farmiliar voice. "Having fun?"
Her breath tells me she's been drinking, but she's sober enough for me. I watch a boy do a back flip, and grin. Then my eyes wander to the water, where there appears to be a game of tag going on.
I smile slightly. "Don't scare me like that."
For a moment, I'm silent, and then my smile widens. "And yes, I'm having fun. I've danced with a few boys, walking through the water, and talk a little. Nothing too big."
I smile wider. "I can tell you've had fun, though."
My eyes wander around at all the people. "So, what do you suggest we do next?"

As she yanks me up the hill towards the cliff, I stare at it uneasily. I love heights, but certain experiences have made me not like falling from them. And definately not jumping.
But Flight seems so eager I can't say no to her and follow her willingly, feeling my cheeks flaming at the boys that are staring at us. It goes away quickly again, and then Flight is at the edge of the cliff. She rocks for a moment, and again I am unsure whether I should jump or not.
"Better hurry in after me," she says, and I'm about to tell her this might not be the best idea when the next words escape her lips. "I can't swim."
And then she's gone.
For one split second, I'm too stunned to move, to do anything. Too shocked. And then, without another thought about my bad experiances with falling, I scream, "Flight!"
This attracts some of the boys attention, but I don't dare waste time explaining as I leap off the edge. For a few seconds, I'm falling.
And then I feel a jolt as I hit the water. I'm immediately searching for Flight, and when I find her, I wrap my arms around her waste and yank her up above the surface. Some water escapes into my mouth and runs down my throat, and I'm coughing and trying to move at the same time, my lungs screaming for air I can't find.
"I can't breath!" I gasp as if saying it aloud will help.
We go under again, and again I yank us back up. "I- can't- breath!"