What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...

What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...[16]

Chapter 16

As unwilling as I was to admit it, Sebastian was one amazing dancer. I Lost track of time as I whirled around, gliding across the floor with my date. By the time I gathered enough sense to check the time, it was already past midnight, catching me off guard. How had it gotten so late so quickly?

The music I was currently dancing to was a slow song, meaning all partners on the dance floor were pressed together romantically or staring lovingly into each others eyes. Since I was not up for the latter choice, I went with the first, my body already pressed up against Sebastian’s, our feet swaying side to side with the slow beat. We were both tired, and not up for too much effort, especially with such a drowsy song.

As I sighed against Sebastian’s neck, I couldn’t help but feel bad for being with him tonight. I didn’t like him… anymore, and I knew- more or less- what his motives were. Did he know that I knew? If he did, why hasn’t he confronted me about it yet, and if he happened to not know yet, how long would it take for him to figure it out? What would he do when he found out that I knew about his evil intents?

As I thought about everything more and more, panic bubbled up my throat, causing my heart to pick up speed. I knew that if I didn’t calm down, Sebastian would surely ask me what was wrong, and I didn’t know that I would be a convincing enough liar at the moment. I had had quite a few glasses of spiked punch, and since I was such a light-weight, I could feel the alcohol pressing heavily on my head.

I squirmed uncomfortably. The last thing I wanted to do now was to dance to a slow serenade. The alcohol was encouraging me to go crazy and dance my heart out… wasn’t that the more intriguing idea?

I pulled my head out of the crook of Sebastian’s neck and told him I was off to get another drink. He nodded and walked off the stage towards a group of teens, most likely to talk to them in his boredom.

I maneuvered my way through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone.

Well, I tried.

The alcohol in my system wasn’t about to let me go by too easily, making me stumble over myself like I had two left feet. It was rather embarrassing.

Finally making it to the punch table, I noticed Damien and his friend. What was his name again, Jack? Black? Heh, Jack Black… I giggled to myself, swaying slightly on the spot.

“Damien… DAMIEN!” I called, waving my hands over my head frantically. He took notice to me, his face lighting up with amusement.

I stumbled over to him, draping one arm over his shoulder, but still facing him, nose to nose. I gulped down my drink in one go, thankfully not spilling any down my check.

“My dear Nia, are you drunk?” He chuckled at me. Well at least one of us was sober…

I shook my head vigorously in denial, “me, drunk? Why Damien, you do have quite the imagination don’t you?” I pointed my finger in his face, touching his nose lightly, “and here I had my doubts about you.”

“Isn’t he such a laugh?” I cried out happily to his friend over Damien’s shoulder, but no one was there… how odd, I could have sworn I saw his friend standing with him earlier. My face twisted into a confused frown.

“Didn’t there used to be a cutie standing behind you?” I garbled, not sure how much of that he actually understood. But thankfully my confused expression was enough that he caught my hint and began laughing. I scowled at him.

“What’ssso funny Dames?”

Just then the cute face I had been looking for earlier bobbed into my view, but on the other side of Damien. I jumped in surprise. How had he gotten there?