The Thirteenth

~Chapter Thirteen- Part Two~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Thirteen- Part Two

"Hmm... Someone is too quiet." He slipped in the empty seat. I was sitting alone. Al was with her family and attending guests with her mother, and it seemed like she met some guy which kept her occupied. I, on the other hand, had nothing to do and was fidgeting with the table cloth. Oh, I also ate everything I had on my plate. I asked for second servings too.

"Go away before I punch your face,"

"Ooh, what did I do now?" He said, swirling the champagne flute and sipping it.

When I didn't reply, he gave me a skeptical look, placed the glass on the table and held out his hand. "Dance with me,"

"Not bored enough, also I will add, foolish enough to do that."

"We both know that's not true."

He was right. Deep down, very deep, maybe like the Mariana Trench deep, I wanted to dance with him. I mean, who wouldn't?

I eyed his champagne on the table. I grabbed the drink and flushed it down my throat, the liquid smoothly gliding down. To my left, there was another drink a random stranger had left it behind without drinking. I took the stemmed glass between my fingers and flushed that down too. I honestly didn't know what I was doing.

"Okay, you're underage."

"I don't remember you saying that when we first met at the pub."

That shut him.

If I were to dance with him, it wasn't going to be in the most sober state of mind. Gulping two champagne glasses wouldn't exactly mean getting drunk, but it at least counted for something, right?

Tomorrow was my mom's half death anniversary. That put me off my happy mood ever since I saw all these people being happy with their family. I stood at level zero for family and its happiness.

The thoughts pricked my mind and I was vulnerable. Very low.

He raised his eyebrows amusedly when I placed the glass down and locked my hand into his extended one. I lifted myself up and he did too.

He slid his arm around my waist and I followed him to the dance floor. There were a lot of couples in each other's arms. Her heads on his shoulders was the thing. A romantic gesture, basically. Was I going to do the same with my sexy-as-hell teacher? This was all kinds of wrong.

He's a goddamn teacher, you imbecile! Just don't, before you regret your own irrational shit.

One dance won't hurt if it'll make you forget your pain for now.

Oh please. You know he's one cocky piece of–

Go do it. The heart interrupted.

My mind lost the battle. My heart wanted this, wanted the dance with him. He was a big-headed, adamant, haughty jerk. He was not who he claimed to be – a definite no, I knew that. But there was something about him. Something that my pathetic mind couldn't wrap around, hopefully it would, soon. His presence became a constant in the past few weeks and I was getting used to it. Sometimes it actually felt like he cared for me more than others, of course, in his own arrogant ways.

His skilled arms suddenly positioned my body towards their own and now I was facing him. My fragile little arms were on his sturdy, muscular shoulders. He looked dapper in his suit. His hair was gelled and combed neatly, unlike his usual school look. He looked breath-taking. Surely, my bowtie enhanced the look.

Saying that I was nervous would be the biggest understatement. I was all kinds of mess. Breathing became harder. Holding his gaze was difficult. The proximity gave me gooseflesh. His earthy cologne wafted through my nostrils and I felt so giddy.

The Search Is Over by The Survivor was being played by a band. He moved gracefully and his steely eyes were piercing mine the entire time. I couldn't hold them for long.

"Tell me,"

A small smile formed on his pink full lips. "Tell you what?"

I rolled my eyes. "You do know that this will give everyone the wrong impression."

"Oh, it will." He laughed. His laugh was light, carefree and hearing it made me...relaxed, happy?

"You will also get caught. You don't seem to mind that."

"Maybe I don't."

"It'll be because of me." I grimaced, and tried to take my arms off his shoulders.

"You don't get to go anywhere. If I get fired, so be it." When I raised my eyebrows questioningly, he continued. "What happened?"

"What do you mean? Nothing happened."

"We've been through this too many times. Something's always up and you shove it under the rug."

"And yet you don't seem to give up."

"Not the one to give up." He dipped me, and people around us clapped. My cheeks turned red. What the hell!

"That was unexpec–"

"What does your father do?"

"Works at the FDA. Why do you wanna know?"

"Making small talk. Your mother?" His sharp scrutiny broke for a second to look for someone behind me. It landed back on me, after a few seconds.

"She –"

The applause cut me. Every person's eye was on the star couple of the day and they kissed passionately as soon as the song ended. I looked around and loosened my hold. He turned stiff, maybe because he didn't get his answer. But he sported an ever-so charming smile and stepped forward, narrowing the distance between us.

I held my breath and my pulse quickened.

What was happening?

His soft lips grazed my cheek as he inched closer to my ear. "Later," he whispered hoarsely, and kissed my cheek. He rested his lips on my cheek a couple of seconds longer than necessary and then swiftly walked away without saying another word or looking at me.

My cold fingers traced the spot on my cheek where his lips were just a second ago. I saw his retreating form and all the blood in my body crept into my cheeks. The heat spread like wildfire throughout my face and I shivered a little.

I glanced at everybody around me to make sure no one saw what he did. At the far corner of the room, Tanya had her eyes fixed on me. When my eyes met hers, she gave me a tight smile. She didn't look so pleased. Shit!

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Short chapter, I know. But this is the second part of the wedding, second part of the chapter and so on. The next few chapters will lay out a lot of interesting pieces and boy, am I interested.

And Mr. Wilson kissing Amelia? Ooooohhh... On the cheek of course, but nevertheless kissed. Your thoughts people?

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