Midnight Dawn

Midnight Dawn Chapter 9

Eric

This tie really itches. 

I was at the glorified Prom, and all I could think of was that my suit was strangling me. I swear that thing had its own evil mind.

The only redeeming perk of this torture was that Jordan was with me, and his chipper attitude had me smiling like we weren't wallflowering it here.

The entire time so far was spent in a corner putting into words how this event sucked with my best friend. Neither of us had dates, even though some girls had taken it to ask us. No thank you, very much.

To prove my point, a black haired teen sidled up to where we were goofing around. One look at her minuscule dress and I wanted to drive my head in the punch bowl. I could mouth the words that she was going to say next inside my head.

"So, wanna dance," she flirted heavily, fake eyelashes a batting away. So predictable, I could win an award for my extreme estimation skills.

Even though she was blatantly ignoring Jordan and getting in my face, he piped "Sure thing!" grinning wickedly. I couldn't help but chuckle as he yanked her to the floor and started doing a tango/waltz at high speed. Everyone gave a wide berth to the flailing arms and the shrieking girl. Eventually, he shoved her away and she went staggering to her cronies, giving him the stink eye, whatever hairdo she had totally messed up.

I high fived him triumphantly. "You saved me there," I thanked appreciably, and he chuckled. "I doubt any more will approach us anytime soon."

He was right. Sure, they glanced at us, but never ventured within a twelve foot radius. So, happily, we had fun ourselves.

I was loosening the noose around my neck when I spotted her. Just like that, my head was out the roof. Every male probably thought the same thing.

Her dress was a swirl of blue fabrics, with a tight bodice and ruffles that cascaded to the floor. Her glistening hair shone with golden highlights, and her features were sharp underneath the aquamarine mask. She portrayed an air of mystique, and was as tumultuous as the sea whilst as serene as the twinkling stars above.

'You're going mushy' a nasty voice cuffed me back to whatever sense I had lost. She was just another dolled up brat.

Jordan looked too amused for his own good. "Ooh, the surly, stone-hearted Eric is whipped at the sight of this pretty gal."

"Am not," I grunted and shoved him. A conniving smirk dancing across his face.

"Maybe you should meet the lass," he sing-songed, and started pushing me in her direction. I struggled against him wriggling furiously. "Dance with her Romeo!" he teased.

I spun out of his grip and turned out him shouting, "No!" When partygoers glanced at me funny I lowered my voice and hissed, "No, I'm not going to spend my time on a stupid girl. Leave me be!"

"Easy there, Tybalt!" Jordan said with his hands raised in mock surrender.

"What does R and J references have to anything?" I questioned. He shrugged.

"I'm trying to string together the destiny of two star-crossed lovers," he said. I glared at him. "But since you won't accept your fate, dear Montague, I'll talk to her myself," and with that, he whisked away. I started to snap at him but he was already over there, chatting it up with the beauty. Argh, not a beauty!

The song changed to a slowish one, and couples started to dance. Actually, they clung to each other and turned slowly in circles. I saw Jordan hold up the girl's hand, and then they started waltzing. Waltzing, as in ballroom dancing! He looked a unsure at first, but soon got the hang of it.