Mysterious Notebook

strangers in the night

'Love was just a dance away'

Some weird voice kept repeating the phrase in my mind. I frowned, annoyed with my stupid hormones or whatever it was that triggered the stupid voice to talk inside my head.

"Relax. Why are you so tense?" Bryan asked me.

We were dancing.

No.. actually he was dancing while I was basically standing on his boots.

Since I told Bryan in a last attempt to escape dancing with him, that I cannot dance at all, he has been waltzing around the floor with my feet on top of his boots.

To say the least it was very embarassing for me. Cross it, it was very sweet of him! No.. it was embarassing. And.. sweet ...... just a little bit.

I sighed, inner conflicts are so exhausting.

"People are staring at us. Will you put me down? I swear I'll try dancing." I replied nervously.

Everybody had stopped dancing to watch us. Apparently, 'Bryan brought his girl and is dancing with her' was a special event. So naturally all eyes were glued on us.

"No. I like it when you blush. You look beautiful with your face all flushed up and your eyes wild." The annoying jerk replied with a smirk.

I was blushing top to bottom, from my face to toes probably. I hated attention and being stared at made me freak out. Especially in the given situation being stared at 'with a guy while dancing, on top of his feet' topped the list of my freaking out possibilities.

Wild eyes.. As if my eyes can be described as anything but dull grey.

Finally, Bryan's dad saved me when he asked his wife to dance with him and slowly everybody resumed their dancing again.

"What are you thinking?"

This guy was so tall that inspite of standing on his toes I was still much below his height. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. Or so I hoped I did because everytime I looked at him I forgot my intentions usually.

Remind me what I am doing here again?

Yes.. dancing and pretending to be the fake date of this guy.

Earth to Annie.

My phone vibrated and I flipped it on to check the time. It was getting late and I needed to get home before curfew.

"I need to go home. Soon."

Bryan groaned against my neck sending goosebumps down my spine that I failed to classify as good or a bad thing.

I guess it was a mixture of both. Good because it felt yumm... ok.. no its all just a big bad thing. We are fake dates and I'd rather not get a huge crush on this bum now. I reprimanded myself.

I would have taken a cab and returned home but much to my disappointment Bryan wanted to drop me.

I wish he would act more like a jerk so that I know for certain that he is one because at the rate this guy is going on I am soon .. nope. I dont like any jerk. And he is a jerk no doubt. A jerk who fakes dates and lies to parents and makes utterly innocent girls like me dangerously vulnerable by acting all nice and gentlemanly.

With a snort I secretly patted myself for not getting charmwd by him just like Max had predicted I wont.

I was still wearing my self-appreciatory smile when suddenly the ground below my feet vanished and I got air-borne; I screamed "help I'm being kidnapped" getting half-scared to death. But nobody saved me from the clutches of my kidnapper who once again proved himself to be the jerk by his signature deep throated chuckle.

I felt so stupid for over-reacting but more annoyed with him than ever. Who in their right mind carries a girl my age above their shoulder this way like I am some three year old wailing toddler?!

My irritation and anger made me bold enough to shout, "Put me down you jerk. How dare you.. I am gonna.. "

"You are gonna what Annie?" Bryan stopped walking to wherever he was going, which I hoped was to his car.

I stammered trying to find a proper comeback and ended up saying, "I will tell Lily!"

I meant Max uh shit.

I bit my lower lip in frustration as I realised the slip of tongue.

He started laughing again, this time I felt scared he would lose his balance and drop me on the ground.

He tossed me inside his car and locked the door. Then he got in the car and turned towards me. His eyes were still smiling with the last joke.

The proximity of our bodies in the closed confined space of the car made me uncomfortable and I slowly shuffled as far as I could from him.

He just sat watching me quietly with an amused expression.

Somehow this attention was freaking me out. I refused to make any eye contact with him afraid that he might make an advance that I might not be able to resist if I was looking at him.

I fingered my dress and fiddled with it while asking him, "Why are you not driving me home?"

"Why are you not looking at me?"

"What?" I pretended to not comprehend him.

"Look at me."

"Drive me home or I will get out and take a cab myself." I muttered.

"Just look at me once."

His voice was very soft and yet really close, I was so nervous I hadnt noticed that he had reached my side.

I backed away, pressing myself to the door behind me and glanced at him for a brief second.

He kissed me.

My eyes widened as my mind registered the kiss slowly and then I slapped him and was running out of the car.

I was probably not the most brave person but I was trying to become bolder. And that kiss was forced on me. I wasnt prepared for it. He had no right to do that when we were just fake dates, practically strangers.

I ran out into the empty street outside the driveway, scared that I might be followed.

There were no passing cabs nearby. My curfew time was drawing closer. I looked behind me to check if he was coming behind me.

It would be wiser to start walking than wait for a cab. So I started walking down the road.

After walking what seemed to me like miles, because I was not good with stelletos I had been walking barefoot and that was painful; finally a passing car took pity on me.

I took the cab home and finally reached in time.

With a nod mom dismissed me and I was more than happy to retire to my room.

I changed into my old rags and plopped onto my bed. But I hit something.

Somebody groaned loudly.

Somebody on MY bed groaned!

I jumped to my feet and flicked the lamp on. I could make out a shape lying on my bed under the blankets.

Who the fuck is in my bed?!