Twisted

Chapter 11:Habits

Amber's POV

I was right earlier by saying that this wouldn't be the usual clichèd dinner I've come upon through my life. This was worse. Everybody was so coped up in their own food and fascinated with the expensive utensils they are currently using.

Gosh!!!! I want to go home and curl up on my bed. I would feel more comfortable there than here sitting with a pair of pumps that makes my feet sore.

Finally! Someone cut through the thick line of silence. Daniel's mother.

"So Amber,you've grown into a beautiful young lady. What/who made you do it? I remember you being the girl who always runs into trouble with my baby boy." She said. Reminiscing the past.

"Well, I had to live into my own reality. And my passion in dancing also helped me to find myself in the lost crowded pools of emotion." I answered truthfully.

"Oh you dance?" She asked almost surprised.

"Yeah. It's been my passion when I was 7." Answering completely with my age to make a link through what really happened.

Daniel's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he heard about the age and the passion he never knew. Ha! How could you know that I have loved dancing when you weren't there for me and support me through all my emotional ride? Instead you vanished in thin air.

Daniel cleared his throat clearly disturbed by the fact that I just reminded him what he had done to me. Serves you right.

"So Amber,can you do an intermission number for one of our galas?" Tessie-Daniel's mom- asked.

"Sure. I'd be honored." I answered.

"Great. Our galas won't be that boring now Vector." Smiling at her husband.

Her husband looked up from his plate and answered. "Yeah that's great." He said with a genuine smile.

"Wouldn't you like that Daniel? You won't be alone anymore at our gala,and you'll watch you best friend dance! That is so amazing right?" Tessie asked her son,excitement clear on her features.

"Yeah." Daniel answered quietly.

Well now my talent will be used for a good cause. I'm glad that I would be showing off my talent now. I've always wanted to dance,and his abandonment triggered my long past dream of dancing. Dancing for him leaving,dancing for my emotions,dancing for my feelings for him that easily faded away as I tried to stand up on my own.

And yes, I loved him. But the key word there is loved. Past tense. Never be brought back. Just a petty memory when I was young and stupid.

The dinner was finally done. And we're on our way home,riding one of my father's expensive cars. Looking out the window got me wrapped up in our memories. This neighborhood was our treasure. A lot has happened here. A lot of emotions had been let out. A lot had also changed. We were happy back then but then he left me. That hurt too much. So this neighborhood now serves as the keeper of those memories.

I got out off our car,and went straightly to the door to open it and made a b-line to my room. But my beloved brother has other ideas.

"Hey Am." Nathan emerged from the kitchen.

"What Nathan?" I aksed,irritation dripping from every word.

"How's the dinner?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

And he had the nerve to smile after leaving me to endure that awkward dinner! Great! Note the sarcasm.

"It was great!" I answered sarcastically.

"Really?" Shock evident now in his features as he asked.

"No! You idiot! Why would it be okay if I was having dinner with my long lost best friend that was here for almost 4 years and I had no fucking clue that he was really here at our school. Having some periods together!" I retorted fastly. I was catching my breath at the end of my rant.

"You done yet?" Nathan asked.

"Yes." I answered breathlessly.

"I know how to remove those anger in you." He said. That cheeky smile returning on his face.

I raised my left eyebrow clearly indicating for him to continue cause it got my attention too quickly.

"I'm going to bring you to a party." He continued excitedly.

My eyes almost bulged out off its sockets. I have never been to a party since me and Blake broke up. It just reminded me of the old days me and him together.

Would it be ok? I could use a couple of drinks though. My reputation would never come back to normal if I do this.

After conteplating between right and wrong. I have made up my mind.

"Okay." I answered.

I guess it's time to party.