Once His [ON BREAK]

Nine

Life comes with drama, love, death, and a side of surprises.

I think everyone has experienced at least one of those, and a great deal of those were being thrown at me on the night of the Halloween dance. My first dance of my whole high school career had a mix of all four, not to mention a ton of lies. And secrets. And promises.

And promises undone.

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"Okay, ladies and gents, grab your date for a slow dance!" the way-to cheerful DJ shouted into his microphone, grabbing a disk and slamming it into the player, the slow tune catching up into the large crowd of teenagers' brains. I had lost Jason about five minutes ago, as he had gone to get me a glass of punch. It seemed hazy in the room, yet there was no alcohol, but since there were no adult chaperones, it was really possible someone has spiked the punch with some.

"Hey!" a voice called into my ear, over the slow beat of a song in the distance. I turned swiftly on my heel, facing Jason, dark hair swinging in his eyes, as he grinned his famous smile, holding our a glass of pink liquid in my direction. "I hope its not spiked, Case. Sorry if it is." he winked.

I laughed cheerfully, happy he was back and I wasn't left alone. I brought the plastic cup to my lips, leaning it forward so the fruity liquid went down my throat. I coughed dramatically as I felt a spicy sort of feel on my throat, scratching at it uncomfortably. Jason gave me a look of worry, and I only smiled.

"Just went down the wrong pipe," I said, praying that I hadn't just drunk alcohol. He gave me a smile, then a nod, gesturing towards the dance floor. "Slow dance, m'lady?" he asked, a cheesy smile spreading across his face, holding out his hand politely. I gave a loud chuckle at the act, and  kindly accepted his hand, shaking at the thought of dancing-or how I looked while doing it: dying-with my crush. I hoped he couldn't see the beet red blush coming up onto my cheeks, and we headed out to the floor, where couples held onto each other for dear life.

I let a breath out, facing Jason as I laced my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him, his body heat spreading onto me, causing me to smile, feeling a bit more comfortable in the situation. He took the time to put his arms on my waist, holding my hips and swaying himself side to side, which resulted in me doing the same, keeping the same tempo as him. Jason gave me a toothy smile as he shrugged me closer to him, my head falling onto his shoulder softly. My face went blank, and I closed my eyes as I kept the movement of my hips going. Neither of us were talking, and it was all silent, expect for the soft music in the background.

It was the best night ever.

As you can see, I used the past tense of the word 'is', which meant it was no longer the best night ever. That's because it all went downhill after that first slow dance with my crush, and my first ever school dance.

"Casey?" Jason's soft voice above me whispered. I nodded my head up, almost whacking my face against my date's cheek, causing me to blush incredibly. "Are you okay? You seem tired." he asked sympathetically, brushing a curly strand of hair out my face. "Your eyes look beautiful in the dark." he muttered under his breath, leaning him face closer to mine, leaning my chin upwards, looking deeper into my eyes, making me gulp in the awkward position I was being held in.

What if he kissed me? What would I do? Would I kiss back? Would I push him away? What if he didn't kiss me?

Questions flowed through my brain, causing me to freak out, my arms shaking and a familiar pinkish glow arriving on my cheeks, filling them up with the rosiness. Jason didn't seem to notice my state, and presumed on moving his body to the slow tempo, which I found myself still doing, and my arms still clamped around his neck. He still had his hands on my cheeks, and did what I least expected. Or should I say, what I really expected.