Carter didn't seem much for words. Perhaps it was just her insecurities talking. He had acknowledged her cheeky remarks and yet he seemed to want to pull her away from the party. While a part of her<i>did</i>want to get away from the intense music and awkward loitering, she didn't really<i>know</i>him either. His gaze was a bit intense but he seemed relaxed too.<br/><br/>The debate in her mind rendered her to pause and look at him. She studied the way he stood; his mannerisms and body language told her that he was being genuine. There was no one that she saw at the party that she recognized, so she already felt a little alone. A part of her scolded herself for thinking it was a bright idea of coming to a upperclassman party. Fraternizing, drinking...and lord knew what else.<br/><br/>Chelsea's pause took only a matter of seconds. It felt like a long time in her head, but she also felt vulnerable. Not just around him, but at the party itself. At least if she was out on the patio she'd still be around people and there'd be less she'd have to micro-manage to avoid being roofied. She was the overly cautious type but most of that was because she wasn't used to those types of things. Horror stories were ripe with situations like these. Especially in a small country town.<br/><br/>Carter seemed to have started towards the patio without her. Her internal revelry and debate lasted just a moment too long. He was looking for an answer, and she had to decide whether or not to trust him.<i>Would</i>she follow him? Blinking, Chelsea found his smirk and intense gaze impossible to ignore. One look at him made her heart flutter like a girl with a crush and her lower belly fill with a warmth of excitement.<br/><br/>Giving him a small smile as her face flushed, Chelsea followed him and took his outstretched hand. Who knew the next chance she'd get at something like this?