Chapter 29: The Party

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I had been wrong to worry the other day about school and what I'd do. I didn't have school the day after dancing in the streets. I had it three days after, today. Every day that I went to Antonio's I trained and left right after, not sure how to act if I saw David.

But now it was Monday and I was beginning to feel like a nervous wreck. I already put my top on inside out, dropped my brush three times, drank tea with no sugar, and have proceeded to have a mini heart attack every time I heard a car driving down the street.

I stood in my bathroom, hands on the counter while I stared down my reflection.

"Alright, you've got to get a grip. Nothing happened. So you're going to act like nothing happened, because nothing did happen. And what almost happened was an accident and absolutely in no way an indication of...anything. We were both dizzy from dancing and it messed with our brains, that's all," I said sternly, meeting my light grey eyes in the mirror. But thinking about that day now, him holding me, the warm look in his eyes, how soft his lips suddenly looked...it made my cheeks burn a bright pink color and made my whole body flush with warmth.

"No, stop it. I don't know what that was, so ignore it. Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened," I repeated, pressing my knuckles to my temples. "You can't do anything even if you wanted too. He'll be killed. Someone will kill him if you...there's nothing going on."

"Fayth? What are you doing?" Penn asked from behind me.

I whirled around, my already blazing cheeks feeling hotter than a fire. "I...uh...nothing. There's nothing going on here."

"Yeah I heard as much," he shot me an amused look, "What's wrong with you? You look a little bit flustered."

"I'm not flustered."

"Uh-huh. Sure," he said doubtfully. "Well David is coming down the street and he should be here in three, two, on-" I heard his car outside my house. "Man, am I good," Penn grinned.

"Aww man," I groaned, rushing out of the bathroom to grab my stuff. I pulled my old hoodie on, needing that familiar comfort to get me through the day. I ran down the stairs at lightning speed, nearly falling down in the process, before I pulled on my shoes, hopping on one leg as I tried to get some balance for this usually easy task.

I grabbed my coat and bag and ran out the door, locking it up swiftly as I pulled my jacket on and got in the car.

"Good morning," he said, smiling at me as he pulled away from the curb.

I blinked in surprise.

"You okay?" he asked, his smile starting to fall as he peered at me in between looking at the road.

"I'm fine," I said slowly, looking out the windshield. Did I imagine the whole thing? Or maybe I was right and nothing happened at all.

The drive to school was somewhat quiet but it was a relaxed quiet. But even then, I was still too afraid to look at him, just in case. I pulled my hood up and over my head as we got out. We walked into school together, went to our lockers and to class just like normal, but we didn't speak much. It was all a little unnerving, especially since I had no idea what to do.

And not to mention, in between my awkward time with David there was also the crime scene to worry about. Since the case was solved last week, they no longer needed it so they cleaned the entire school and opened it. But despite all their cleaning, the residue of what happened was still there. Kids who had lockers in that area asked to change lockers, kids in classes there either passed without a care or they bowed their heads as they walked past.

But for me it was different. I couldn't walk past that area without knowing exactly what happened, how it happened and who was there. Even going near that area was dreadful. Any classes I had to get through using that hallway...I made sure to loop around the long way. David noticed and asked me about it, but I simply told him it didn't feel right to walk by there. But really it was because I wasn't going to take the chance to walk past and not be able to block the vision. I couldn't bear to watch it again, especially not the whole thing.

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