A couple stumbled into the kitchen, interrupting us. The girl was dressed as a rabbit with ears and a poufy white tail, although with her white leotard and fishnet stockings she looked more like a Playboy bunny. The guy was just dressed in black. I had overheard him earlier telling people he was a shadow. They were both obviously drunk as the girl giggled and the guy grinned crookedly as he wrapped his arms around her and they started making out. They seemed oblivious to us.
Simon raised an eyebrow and shot me an amused look. "Why don't we let Hugh Hefner and company have some privacy?"
"Good idea," I replied. I let Simon guide me out of the kitchen with a hand on my elbow, stepping past the couple who were now making some X-rated sounds as they groped each other. I just hoped that they weren't actually going to do the deed in the kitchen. I didn't want to imagine the clean up involved.
Simon and I continued into the party that was now in full swing. I had anticipated a full house but not the crush of people who had maneuvered themselves into our apartment.
Simon guided me near a window that had been opened to allow some cool air into the warm apartment. He bent his head down so that I could hear him above the noise of the party, his lips brushing my ear. I shivered at the contact, hoping Simon didn't notice. "Do you want me to get you a drink?"
I nodded so that I didn't have to yell to be heard.
"Be right back."
I watched Simon make his way across the room, often being stopped by people to talk. I turned around and faced the window, the air cooling my face. I wondered whether I should seriously consider going to Connecticut with him. I knew that it was a dangerous idea, but a part of me argued that it was harmless. It wasn't as if we would be going alone to his parent's house. Grant and Sarah would be coming along. And as much as Sarah had insisted earlier that she wasn't paying Grant any attention during the party, I had seen her with him tonight as they walked around the party as if they were a couple. I knew she would be ecstatic to go home with Simon since Grant lived so nearby. We had never visited Grant in his hometown. I think he had never invited us because he had been wary of us running into Cara since she attended school there.
My mind was weighing the pros and cons when I suddenly felt the cool air wafting from the window become hot. It felt hot enough to almost singe the hair on my arms. I peered into the night, wondering where the hot air was coming from. I could feel the heat making my eyes start to water. I started thinking that it wasn't a good idea to be in front of the window when I felt a rush of searingly hot air that seemed to punch me in the face, its force pushing me back and making me stumble. I grabbed the edge of the window ledge to catch myself from falling when I heard it. A thready voice filled with pain.
Help me.
I sucked in my breath and steadied myself, leaning closer to the window. Was someone out there in trouble? I couldn't see anything in the darkness of the night so I turned to walk to the door to check outside when Simon appeared before me.
; He handed me a glass of punch. "Here you go." His forehead creased as he got a good look at me. "Are you okay? Your face looks flushed." He narrowed his eyes. "How many drinks have you had?"
"Good grief," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Only two, Dad." I raised my hands to my cheeks, feeling them burning hot. Was it from the hot air that had rushed over me? So it wasn't my imagination. "I think there's someone outside who needs help."
Simon's eyebrows came together. "What do you mean?"
I walked past him towards the door, setting the glass of punch on a side table. "I heard something." I didn't want to give any further explanation because I wasn't sure what I had heard.
I stepped outside the front door and heard Simon follow me. I leaned over the railing of the stairs, craning my head around the corner of the building where the window was, trying to see anything in the darkness.
"Caitlin," Simon said impatiently. "Be careful. You're going to fall over."
I ignored him and bent over more. I looked down at the ground below the window. Since we were on the second story, it was hard for me to see anything. I wondered where the hot air could have come from since we weren't on the ground level and the building next to us had no windows on the side.
Simon grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Am I going to have to carry you back in?"
I turned to him, annoyed by his high-handedness. "I heard something. I'm just going to check downstairs."
I heard Simon sigh but I was already making my way down the stairs. I heard his footsteps follow me. He mumbled something, sounding disgruntled, but I couldn't catch what he said. I turned around sharply at the bottom of the steps, causing Simon to almost bump into me.
"I didn't ask for your help, did I? So stop your complaining and go back upstairs." I was feeling tense and anxious and I didn't need his griping. Now that I was removed from the party and out in the night air, I felt unease building in me. Even so, I would have rather been alone than have Simon mutter about me acting irrational, which I was sure he was doing.
I could barely make out Simon's face in the darkness of the night, but I could see the determined glint in his eye. "Sorry. I'm not letting you run out here like a crazy person getting yourself hurt."
I made a sound of exasperation and turned around, walking to the side of the apartment building. I stopped at the spot that was below the second story window. I looked up and could hear the faint sounds of the party drifting down from the open window, as well as the shaft of light. I looked down around the grass that was between our apartment building and the one next door but I couldn't see anything unusual. It was hard to see anything at all since the only light was coming from our window on the second floor.
I took a deep breath, feeling the tension dissipating. I had just imagined it. Maybe I should really stop drinking, even though I only had two like I had told Simon. I turned back to him with a sigh. "Never mind. Let's just go back inside."
Simon raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, following me back up the stairs to the party.
"There you are!" Sarah exclaimed when I entered the apartment. She saw Simon entering behind me and gave me a curious look but just grabbed my hand. "It's time for Jenny's cake."
I let her lead me into the kitchen, not looking behind me to see what Simon was doing. Fortunately the amorous couple from earlier was no longer there.
Sarah and I pulled out the large cake we had gotten for Jenny from the refrigerator and inserted twenty-one candles. It was a large sheet cake so fortunately there was plenty of room for them.