Vampires Suck

Chapter 21: Highs and Lows

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We arrived at the Grenada Theater fifteen minutes later. Luke told me I could pick the movie—and being me, I decided I wanted to watch the new scary movie that was out, mainly because I wanted to make fun of it the whole time. Luke seemed amused by my decision, but he didn't comment on it, and instead went and paid for our tickets. As we were going to our theater, I felt a strange sensation at the back of my neck, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. It was probably the air conditioning, this movie theater always felt like a damn freezer every time I went here.

As we were heading to our seats, we passed by someone seated at the end of the row that I thought looked familiar, but we went by too quick for me to process it. Quickly, I turned around, but as soon as I did, the seat was empty. There was no one else seated near it either. Talk about creepy.

We kept going then, finally sitting at the very back—a.k.a. the make-out section. Instantly, I started to get nervous. I'd never actually kissed a boy before, how the hell was I going to make out with one?

Not long after we sat, the lights dimmed, and all of the movie trailers came on. I was very aware of Luke sitting so close to me, our arms brushing on the armrest, and I wondered if he was just as aware as I was. After a few minutes passed and the trailers were over, the movie began with a bloodcurdling scream that already freaked out the rest of the movie theater, but had no effect on me. I was too busy trying not to think about the fact that Luke was slowly lacing his fingers through mine. He began to rub circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, and I found it very hard to concentrate.

For the next thirty minutes, I had no idea what was going on throughout the movie, because Luke would not stop playing with my fingers. I mean, I had no intentions of stopping him—but still. Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore, and I peeked at Luke. Instantly, I met his gaze, which was both yearning and mischievous. My breathing deepened, and my blood rushed when I saw his eyes flicker to my lips. His eyes flickered back to mine hesitantly, as if asking for my permission to kiss me. The thought was so sweet, my heart warmed and I gave him a little nod. He seemed relieved afterward, and his lips lifted into a small smile. Ever so slightly, he began to lean in closer, closer, closer—

And that's when I panicked.

"Uhh, I have to go to the bathroom," I whispered sheepishly, thankful that the dark hid my burning cheeks.

Immediately, he pulled back. I didn't fail to see the confusion flash across his face before it turned into the usual light expression he wore. "Sure," he simply responded, no hint of disappointment in his voice, though I knew he must have been.

Quickly, I grabbed my purse and headed out of the theater, getting even more angry and embarrassed with myself with every step that I took. I didn't know why I did it. Luke was everything I'd ever wanted, so why in God's name did I have to be such a chicken when it came to finally kissing him? Hell, every other time, it took nearly everything in me not to throw myself at him.

Was it because I was just not used to boys when it came to romance? Or—was it because some small part of me didn't want to kiss him? I shut that thought down as quickly as it came.

No. I like Luke. End of story.

As soon as I got out into the light hallway, I began to make my way towards the bathroom, but stopped abruptly. Walking over towards the concessions, I caught a glimpse of the familiar silhouette of the person that was in the theater again. I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out who it could've been.