Leaving The Friendzone

Chapter 31

Matthews Dunlop.

There was a sudden click, heard through my pleasure-muddled senses, and the next thing I knew, a bright, steady wave of light flooded over Elena and me, almost as if we were placed under the spotlight on a stage.

At once, we broke off the kiss, both breathing hard. I wanted to shield Elena from the light, so I took her off my lap and placed her beside me, adjusting a little so my frame blocked her from the beam of the light—torchlight.

"Who the fuck is that?" I squinted when after several moments the holder of the torch had said nothing.

"What the fuck you think you're doing out here when everyone else is back inside?"

I knew that voice all too well. Sarg.

He was the security man. Everyone referred to him as Sarg, because of his commanding attitude and dictating nature, but he was generally a nice guy. And his real name was Craig.

At his words, I felt the blood rush to my face, firing it up and spreading the heat to the other parts of my body, my skin most especially. Had he been watching us the whole time? The entire freaking time? Because I'd done a lot of freaky things with my hands within the space of the five minutes Elena and I had been making out.

"Nope, I haven't," he said, turning on the flashlight then.

The after-effects of the bright light in my eyes still present, I blinked severally. "You haven't what?"

"I haven't been watching you both the whole time," he said. "What kind of creepy do you think I am?"

"I never said you were," I swallowed.

"'Course you did," he shrugged. "You thought it, so technically you did."

How . . . how did he know that?

He began walking past us then, Elena and I. "No fondling in the school premises, kids." He said as he walked past us. "Take her home or something if you're not enjoying the prom anymore."

By the next minute, he was gone. I drew in a long breath and exhaled. Finally, I was able to breathe properly.

"What was that?" Elena said from beside me, laughter in her tone.

"I don't know what that was." I shook my head with a smile on my lips. "But here's what I know, I do not ever want to experience that. Ever again."

"Dude," Elena chuckled. "I felt like a deer caught in the very bright headlights of a car."

"At least now we know what they feel like," I breathed and Elena let out a laugh, the sound of its music to my ears.

With a smile, I said, "Do you wanna, um, maybe go home? I'm bored of the party anyway. Maybe I can drop you off and then leave for my place."

"Sure," Elena nodded. "I'd like to go home now."

"Alright." I stood up at once and held a hand out to her. "Come on."

She placed her small hand in mine and I pulled her up.

"The car's over at the parking lot," I began saying when all of a sudden, she let out a yelp.

"Ow," she groaned, holding a hand to her right ankle whilst using me as support

I frowned, holding onto her tightly so she didn't fall. "What's wrong?"

"I think I, uh, sprained my ankle a bit a while ago. Darned heels. I told you I wasn't into heels."

Only then did I notice the pair of heels beside her feet. They were the ones I'd gifted her a couple of days ago.