Motive

Unexpected

~Mary Jay~

Mrs. Rivera and I had made our way back to civilization after she had convinced me to stay for a while longer. I promised her 8 songs and a picture, much to Easton's dismay.

"One dance, it'll be fun." I urged Easton. The lights has dimmed slightly now and the dancing was in full swing.

"No."

"Why not, ditto?"

"Dancing isn't my thing." He shrugged, refusing eye contact.

"It's not about 'being your thing.' Just have fun!" I pushed.

"I'm good."

"Easton." I scolded.

"Go ask Louis."

I raised an eyebrow at that. If he wanted to be messy, I could get dirty.

"Alright." I licked my lips and turned on my heels, making a beeline for the light-haired boy. I could feel Easton looking, but I didn't turn around once.

I looked to good tonight for it to all go to waste.

Louis's small talk with a family member quickly came to a halt as his eyes laid on me. I smiled smoothly and held out a hand.

"Care to dance?"

He downed the last of his champagne and nodded a 'see you later' to the man he was talking with.

He complied, nodding as we walked towards the dancing bash. We started with a light sway and he began speaking,

"Trouble in paradise?"

I scoffed and shook my head, "There is no paradise with Easton."

"You sure about that?"

"Positive."

He narrowed his eyes, "So, he has no issue with you dancing with me right now?"

"Not that I know of."

"Hm. The absolute glare he's giving me right now says otherwise." He spun us around so I was facing Easton now.

He wasn't wrong about the glare.

"Ignore him," I waved it off, "He's just upset I left him alone. He's not very social."

Louis gave a breathless laugh, "No, really? I couldn't tell by the fact he's only conversed with you tonight."

I returned the laugh, "That's Easton for you."

"How long have you known each other?"

"3 months or so. I happened to transfer to his school not too long ago."

"Do you enjoy spending time with him?" Louis spun us around so he was facing Easton again.

"Sometimes. I never know when he's going to be in a good or bad mood. Some moments, like today, he's helping me up stairs and holding my bag. Then at others, like now, he gets in these moods where he doesn't talk to anyone. Not even his best friend who he's known since like- fourth grade."

"I don't think he can control it."

"What do you mean?" It was my turn to furrow my eyebrows.

"Remember when I told you about my psychology major? We learn about this kinda stuff. By the way he carries himself that he's not just an asshole for no reason. He's not super cocky and his body language is calm. His face tells more than his mouth does."

"I don't know anything about him. Or his past even. I just know he. . he's just Easton. Simply him."

Louis shrugged, "It wouldn't hurt to ask him about it."