Our Little Secret

Chapter 84

I've said too much.

Realising my mistake, I stand up in a haste. "Wanna go back inside? It's freezing out here." I ask Jimmy quickly, who appears to be processing my words. He looks up at me as I speak with a wrinkle of confusion on his forehead. I believe he's trying to figure out who I'm talking about. I pray that he's too drunk to even use his brain.

"Yeah, sure." He says standing up as well, staggering slightly as he goes.

I did speak the truth when I said I was freezing. Goosebumps are rising on my arms and I hurry as fast as I can to get inside. I've barely gotten my whole body through the sliding door when I stop abruptly in my tracks, making Jimmy crash right into me.

Sarah's still dancing with the idiot, only they're barely even dancing anymore - they're making out. I feel my heart stop and then shatter into a million pieces. Never have I felt like this before. I feel betrayed, devastated and heart broken, but mostly I feel hopeless. Like I'm the cause of this. I could, and should, be the one standing there, kissing and holding her. Not that dork face with pimples across his face.

Soon enough anger and jealousy kicks in and I feel my muscles clench in frustration. I need to punch something, now.

"Dude, are you alright?" Jimmy has noticed my rigid posture and pat my back to lighten me up.

"I'm fine." I say through clenched teeth as I stare at the guy holding my girl. She belongs to me and it seems it's about time I do something about it. I've just decided to walk up and punch the living shit out the dork kissing Sarah, when I remember our current relationship.

"Fucking hell." I mutter under my breath and think of the bet. If I walk up to Sarah now and interrupt, I will be the one having my ass kicked. I haven't seen Sarah kick-box live, but I know, from Karen, that she's damn good at it.

I stand there feeling helpless and confused as a girl comes up to me. She wears a crop top and black jeans over her long legs. Her brown hair is short and frizzy. She wears a heavy eyeliner over her almond eyes and have dark coloured lips.

"Hey, Jack." She purrs as she gets closer. Having no idea who she is, I raise a brow but don't tell her off. I need a distraction and this girl might be it. I don't have to do much for her to follow me toward the dance floor. A dark hello and a cocky smile does the trick and soon enough we're out on the dance floor, close together.

Now this is what I'm good at, getting girls to do exactly what I want when I want it. Meddling with emotions and shit isn't my thing. I position us on the dance floor in a way that makes it possible for me to keep a look on Sarah. They have stopped kissing and are once again hump dancing. It looks like shit if you ask me.

Waiting for the right opportunity, I bring the brunette closer with a hand on her back. Pushing her towards me and holding her in place, while keeping an eye on Sarah. Now she's talking and laughing with the dude. She decides to look around the dance floor and this is where I see my chance. When her eyes finally fall upon me they grow big, especially when she sees the girl in my arms. I seize my opportunity of revenge and bring the girl in for a deep kiss, which she welcomes. Satisfaction mixed with some other darker feelings spread trough my body, knowing Sarah's seeing this. Once we break apart I immediately turn Sarah's way. Her face is pale as a sheet, but her eyes burn with fury. Grabbing a hold of dork face she brings him to her lips and they start to make out as well.

I grunt as I watch the two go at it and when they finally break apart she looks my way with a victorious sneer. I squint my eyes, take on her challenge and somehow it turns into a weird kissing challenge. We each take turns to kiss our company deeply, only to immediately turn the other's way with a triumphal look. If it weren't for the fact that she kissing another guy I would enjoy this competition.

After awhile I completely forget that it's Sarah I'm competing against and not kissing. Which makes my kisses more passionate and deep. After having kisses the non-Sarah-girl in the most tender way possible, I turn to look at the real Sarah. What I meet is not something that brings me feelings of triumph. Her facial expression is one of horror and sadness, her eyes express what I felt earlier - like her heart has shattered into pieces. With a slight head shake of denial she lets go of dork face and run the other way.

"Sarah!" I scream and plow my way through the crowd. Sarah makes her escape up the stairs and I barely have the chance too see her do so. Even more people have decided to be on the dance floor and it takes me far too long time to get to the stairs. Once I reach them I rush upwards, taking two steps in one go. Finally I reach the top and start looking down the hallway, trying to figure if Sarah's gone right or left. Thankfully it isn't too long and I can see her walking towards one of the secluded rooms, where Jimmy wish for people to keep out.

"Sarah, wait!" I shout and start to run after her. I'm sure that she's heard me but she keeps walking with her back towards me. Once I am near enough I reach out and grab ahold of her, turning her my way.