Finally a new chapter! It seriously took me ages to write this chapter. I really hope you guys like it. Remember to leave me a comment to let me know what you think!
I'm so tired right now, so no babbling,haha.
Oh, but the song for this chapter is "A thousand years" by Christina Perri. It's for the dancing scene between Chason and Runa. Please listen to it while reading the dancing scene! :)
It takes me about a split second to realize what I’m doing. I jump away from him, gasping horrified. “Oh my God,” I whisper. “Oh my God.” I look around me to see if anyone saw it, but luckily, no one’s paying attention to us at all.
Chason just stares at me, his mouth hanging open. He looks like he’s about to say something, but then he closes his mouth again almost immediately.
Oh God, kill me now.
“I’m – so so sorry, Chason,” I manage to get out. “I don’t know why I did that, oh my God, this is so embarrassing.”
He doesn’t answer me, just keeps gaping at me with widened eyes and mouth formed as a small ‘o’.
I just really wish the floor would open up and swallow me.
I should probably say something to him. Tell him why the hell I just kissed him. Probably apologize more properly, because I don’t think he even heard my lame attempt at saying sorry. Yes, this would be the perfect time to explain everything. But I’m too much of a coward to do that. So, in an awfully humiliating moment like this, what do I do?
I run fast as hell.
I bump right into the dark-skinned boy from Grim. The glass he’s holding falls to the ground with a shattering sound, before breaking into a million pieces. He glares at me grumpily, his eyes narrowing while he looks at me up and down. I wince; this guy is really huge.
“I’m sorry – ” I stutter, unable to look at him.
His dark-grey eyes bore into mine. “Don’t worry about it,” he says calmly.
“I – er – well, see you later,” I tell him while trying to find a way around this tall, well-built boy. He just shrugs, before walking away like nothing had happened.
Cato grabs my arm a few minutes later. I smile at him gratefully, collapsing into his arms. “Jesus, Runa, I thought he was going to kill you,” Cato chuckles lightly.
I laugh shakily. “Yeah, I thought so too.”
He pulls away from me. “Well, let me see you then,” he grins.
I do a little twirl for him, which almost results in me tripping again. High-heels and my feet are such a bad combination.
Cato gapes at me. The expression on his face actually mirrors Chason’s face after I kissed him. “Runa, you – ” he shakes his head, like he’s completely speechless.
I raise my eyebrows. “I what?” I ask him, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.
He puts a hand under my chin, lifting it up so that our eyes are locked. “You look so incredibly beautiful, do you know that?” he whispers tenderly.
I kiss his cheek. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” I point out, tracing my fingers down his silky smooth suit jacket. Understatement of the century. I swear nothing is more handsome than Cato in his black suit and purple tie. An image of Chason immediately pops into my head, but I push it to the back of my mind. Stop thinking about him, stop thinking about him.
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