Ditched [Reserved Para]
Greyson stood there in the mass of people dancing around him. He was unable to make out any words amongst the chattering between them all and the pounding of the bass from the DJ's mix. His eyes slowly trailed along the faces, Elijah had disappeared, no doubt off with some girl he just met in a more private setting. Greyson sighed as he began to make his way through the crowd over to one of the booths along the wall area. He slid into it and brought his hands up to the table top, his cell phone in hand as he texted his brother asking him where he had gotten off to. Why am I even here? I should just head home. No... if I go home mom and dad will ask where Eli is. It's not my damn problem though if he gets in trouble for this. Ugh, we're suppose to keep an eye on each other though. His childishness is a reflection on me... damn it. Ten minutes passed by and there was no reply from Elijah. Grey hesitantly sunk into the cushioned booth he sat at praying no one tried to ID him.