We were having a great time during dinner that night. Ethan was done eating before me so I tried to keep my eyes on my plate because I could just feel his gaze piercing through me. I was probably blushing the whole time. After I was finally done eating, I heard him chuckle softly.
"What?" I asked, feeling self concious.
"You eat really slow."
I replied sarcastically, "Oh I'm sorry, next time I'll have to be faster."
He grinned and said, "Nah, I don't mind. Watching you blush is entertaining enough."
Why did he always know the perfect to say? I felt my cheeks flush slightly so I changed the topic and asked him, "You want to dance?"
The smirk faded as he mumbled, "Um, yeah. But you'll have to teach me, I'm not much of a dancer."
I was surprised but I took his hand and led him to the cute little dance floor. A few more couples were dancing by now. I told him to place his hands on my waist, he did. Then wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly started swaying to the music. I loved slow dancing. It was so romantic. But I had to teach him every step, it took some effort to make him learn how to do it right.
Once we were finally moving together in harmony I looked up at his face and he smiled down at me and pecked my lips. Then we made some small conversation. He told me about some random school stories which kept me laughing during the dance.
"So I was picked my team and..." he rambled on like this about this football match he had won against his friend Tyler. It's not like I was getting bored of listening to him, something else had caught my attention. I watched how he moved his feet along the floor, suiting the music just right. He wasn't even doing it the simple way I taught him. He looked like he'd been dancing like this for years.
"I didn't even have the most skilled people on my-"
"Wait." I interrupted.
"You already knew how to dance!" I accused him.
"Oh, you noticed, huh?" he said plainly.
Ok so first he lied to me and now he's pretending it's no big deal?
"So you lied..."
Finally he realised that I was actually upset about this, as silly as it seemed.
"I just wanted to.. you know..."
"No, I don't know. Would you care to explain Mr. Reed?"
"I just like that expression on your face when you're teaching something. You look so determined to get it right. It's cute," he smirked.
"Oh," was all I could say, looking down. "So what were you saying about the match with Tyler?"
He rolled his eyes recognising my poor attempt at changing subject. Thanksfully, He let it go, and continued his story.
We got back in the car after dinner and dancing.
"So... that was the date?" I asked.
"Nope. We're going to Tyler's party now."
"Oh... really?" I didn't think this would be a good idea. Teenagers like Ethan and his friends have parties full of crazy music, drunk people, and accidents. Not good for me. I didn't want to think about what happened last time I was at a party like this. Just remembering that night made me shudder.
"You okay Marissa? You seem a little.."
I was NOT going to think about that night, that party. I couldn't ruin this perfect date. I had promised myself I would never tell anyone and just forget about it. It wasn't hard, especially after my parent's accident. I was too busy mourning their death to think about what had happened a few nights before that.
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Living AgainTeen Fiction
Marissa Miller survived the tragic accident that killed her family and dog. Since that fateful day, things have been so different. She has lost contact with her friends and has moved to a boarding school, sent to by her aunt, her new guardian. Maris...