《Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight;
Do my hair up real, real nice;
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating.
'Cause I just wanna look good for you.'
Good for you - Selena Gomez》
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I didn't know out meant 'the club' in Lucas's language. I tried to negotiate with him to cancel the plan, but he always tends to make his way through his words. So, I made a deal with him that I'll go only if the girls came along, and without any hesitation, he agreed. That's the thing about him, he has never once denied whatever I have ever wanted from him, and I love him for that. He has never once broken his promise to me and he has always been there whenever I needed him. That's why I didn't mind staying his friend, I just wanted him to be in my life any way possible. Even if that meant, us being best friends for the rest of our lives.
In the evening, Sam, and Chloe arrived at my place to get ready for our carouse. I picked out a crop top and jeans to wear. But Sam beat me to it, handing me over a black backless above knee-length dress. It was beautiful but not the kind of dress I wore. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm not wearing that thing." I said, pointing at the dress.
"Oh, yes, you are." Sam insisted.
"But this is so...tiny," I said, glancing at the dress in my hand.
"And we're supposed to have fun tonight. So, you're going to wear that dress because I'm not listening to anything." Did I mention, Sam can be really persuasive when she wants to be. "Okay, Fine!!!" I finally decided to wear the dress pairing it with my black stilettos and a golden purse.
Sam wore a blue-cut dress while Chloe fitted herself into a blood-red short dress. Chloe had the perfect body for any tight dress to look good on her. Sam did my makeup, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I was stunned by the girl staring back at me, "Who's this girl? I never imagined I could look this pretty." I whirled around in excitement.
"You are always pretty, Rach," Sam said as I jumped up and hugged her, "Thank you, Sam."
Soon we were all ready as we picked up our jackets and headed downstairs. Lucas and Matt were talking to Paul about some serious topic, football, I guess.
Yeah, I know Football isn't an important topic. but for them, it is.
When Lucas finally looked up and saw me, he stared at me with a look I couldn't precisely decipher. Did he like how I looked, or have I done too much makeup? I should've wiped the lipstick off my lips.
"Get the girls back by midnight." Mom said to Lucas, interrupting my thoughts.
"Let them enjoy," Paul tried to convince Mom as Lucas continued to stare at me.
Before Mom could say anything else, Lucas interrupted, clearing his throat, "Yes, Emily, we will be back by midnight." And then we all headed to the club.
The club was already crowded at eight. We pushed past the people to find Tyler already there with some other guys from the school. They did an amazing job at arranging the fake passes. We talked for a while as everyone ordered their drinks. I decided to go with the juice, but Sam pulled the glass out of my hand, handing me a shot of tequila, "Live a little, Rach."
Maybe she's right. I'm eighteen for god's sake, I should live a little, and so I gulped down the tequila shot in one go, and my throat burned at the sensation, but it felt good, and so I continued. I had just finished my third glass when Lucas stood up and grabbed my hand. "That's enough drinking Grace."
"But I just got started, I want to have fun tonight." I pouted at him and he pulled me to the dance floor along with him, "Let's dance then."
"I don't know how to dance!"
Now on the dance floor, he grabbed my hips and pulled my body flush against his, leaving no room between us. "Shut up and dance."
"Just go with the flow," he whispered, and all the giggles and smiles left my face, and my body began to move against his to the music. I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I noticed that his expression was different l, almost concentrated. I ran my hands over his chest, which tensed under my touch. The closer we were, the closer I needed him to be. My hair was everywhere on my face and he removed his one hand from my hips, tucking my hairs behind my ear. I don't know if it was alcohol or the lust that I was drunk in. Maybe your feelings become more strong when you're drunk and above that this was my first time drinking ever.
I turned to face him with a smile. My hands began at his shoulders, and then I let my fingers run-up to his messy hair as I leaned onto his shoulder tucking at his curls. We just danced like that, leaning into each other as I kept hearing the sound of his heartbeat...thud, thud. I leaned back against his chest and rested the back of my head on his shoulder and my heartbeat even faster against my rib cage. He gripped my hips and pulled me tighter into him. I was enjoying every moment of it with him, with the boy I had loved forever. Nothing else mattered at this moment.
And from what it seemed, he was enjoying it too.
"You look so gorgeous, Grace. I had wanted to tell you this from the moment you stepped down the stairs." He said truthfully. That explains the look.
"You don't look so bad yourself," I replied.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my hair. Any rational thought disappeared. The song was ending, but I didn't want to stop just yet. I leaned back, my head against his shoulder. Some of my hair fell away, exposing the skin of my neck. I was so lost until he touched his lips to the soft spot just behind my ear and kissed my neck.
At this, my body tensed, and I pulled away. As if I had come back to my senses, I realized I was supposed to keep my distance from him. Almost all our school friends and classmates were here at this place and if any of them would've seen us like this, the rumors would've got out of hand. This is what he did with every other girl, and I didn't want to be one of those.
"What, Grace?" he asked, chuckling.
"You think this is going to change people's thinking about us? Look around Lucas, all our school friends are present in this club, here and there."
He laughed once. "After that dance, you had with me just now, you are suddenly worried about appearances. I don't care what they think about us, Grace. I only care what you think about me "
"We're just friends, Lucas. Friends don't do this." I said pointing between us.
"If not this then what do friends do?" I shot him a look and then turned to face forward.
"Grace," he said, grabbing my arm and I pull away. "Lucas, just stay away, okay."
His face scrunched in confusion and anger as if I've said something worse and just when he was about to speak, Tiffany appeared next to him. "Look who's here. If it isn't the one and only Lucas James."
"Tiffany," Lucas turned away from now his whole attention on her. I eyed her, taken off guard. Tiffany was an old conquest of Lucas. She left school last year. Why was she here?
"Who's this? Your new girlfriend?" Tiffany said, not even glancing my way. She knew very well who I was.
That bitch.
"Oh please, you know very well that I don't do girlfriends." He replied nonchalantly as if it was the last thing he'd ever do. Of course, he would clear the misunderstanding, sudden anger overcomes me but also there's this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe because, not a while ago, he was dancing with me as if I was the only one for him, and now he is flirting with someone else.
"Are you busy for a dance with me?" She asked him, and he replied, "No," glaring at me, he grabbed Tiffany's hand and led her to the dance floor. She complied, happily swinging their arms until they hit the dance floor.
They started dancing with each other and she wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. They danced for a while, and soon enough they were so close, staring at each other when she leaned into him with her mouth slightly open, but before I could see anything, I turned away.
Betrayal. That's what I felt, but I shouldn't be feeling this way, I shouldn't be feeling anything. I was the one who pushed him away just now because that was the right thing to do. Already, loving him was becoming painful for me, and now I couldn't hurt myself anymore by getting involved with him in any other way when I know I won't be the last person, because that's how he was, and that's how he'll always be.
I watched around the club and spotted Sam and Matt dancing, as I smiled at them; I knew something was going on between them. Chloe was busy as well.
I was left all alone in the bar, as always.
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