GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 43: DANCE MATTERS

I dedicate this chapter to the sweet and talented @GemTheKoala to thank her for the beautiful aesthetics she's made 🤩 (you can find them in the chapter Readers' Arts at the beginning 👀 so tell me what you think there!) Thank you for this and all your support on this story! Love you 😘🌠

'Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?

Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?

Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire Cat smile?

Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting?

I felt your arms twisting around me

It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind'

"And what do we do at a prom?" Blade asked as he pushed the swing door leading to the ballroom, keeping it open for me, and I turned to look at him.

The question sounded genuine; well, of course, it was, as he'd never gone to one, and it was so far from the weed nights at the bar. I wasn't even sure how to describe it as he blinked at me.

"Um... it's like sneaking in a fancy party." I grinned at the memory, and I knew he would understand. "You eat, watch people around, and... dance."

It seemed like a pretty accurate comparison as I stepped into the wide room, and even if there was no starry ceiling or expansive golden sculptures, the decoration team had done a pretty good job with all the balloons in the colors of our school on the ceiling, around the large pillars, and surrounding the small stage, and the red and white ribbons and flowers at every corner. There was even a band playing and a long buffet on the left side, and of course, the dancefloor already filling with couples dressed elegantly in the middle.

There was just one important difference I'd forgotten. Here, we weren't Lucy Lucas and Ford Wels, and everyone knew us, well, me. But still, many eyes turned to us both, wide eyes, followed by judging stares, disapproving pouts, and even some hushed whispers I caught in the silence between two songs.

I would have wished that it was because of a huge stain on my dress, but no, it wasn't me they were judging.

Blade and his dark aura were catching all the lights like I'd expected, and also the eyes, first of the chaperons that didn't even reply to my polite greetings and checked our invitations twice, then of the students standing bored near the entrance, and then progressively more and more people as we advanced into the large room, and I guessed Spencer was in all those eyes, even if I didn't look farther when Blade froze in his steps.

For once, all this attention on me didn't make the blood rush to my cheeks; it raced the opposite way, cascading down and dragging my smile, my stomach, and my heart as I turned to the look of horror on his sharp features.

I'd just wanted to spend a beautiful night, but it seemed impossible when there were people around, and coming here didn't appear like a great idea anymore. I had never wanted for some of his first steps into my world to feel like some judgment walk, and finally, it was my gaze that fell down as I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes and watch them freezing too.

"There's no booze?!"

My head snapped up, and I could feel all my insides that had crushed down arising with a giggle as I followed his wide gaze. He wasn't looking at all the people judging him; he was gaping at the 'no alcohol' sign above the buffet.