Dance Untill Dusk

Prelouge

I walked or more like limped into the gym of Plaeuto High School. Banners hung on the huge walls showing pride and great joy in there mascot the Coyote. People dressed in formal clothes were in the middle of the room dancing or on the sides standing and talking. Few gave me looks before whispering to someone next to them. I stood petrified as soon the whispers turned louder and everyone was staring at me.

"..." I said nothing my cool green eyes staring out cutting into anyone who looked at me.

Before I could take another step Jackson stepped out of the group. His cold brown eyes caught mine and he he smirked and walked up to be with a few of his guys following close behind.

Was this guy seriously wanting to finish the fight here and now? I wondered my body tensing under his harsh glare. Frankly right now I think I could snap that chicken bone neck of his right now.

"Well hello little Traitor." He amused himself by saying. The music was blaring in the room and a couple people found it more Interesting to dance then to stare at me, which I secretly gave thanks for. "Jackson." I said simply my eyes cutting into his.

"How are you feeling?" He said in a vulgar tone as he stared at me with his superior stance and his cold falcon eyes. "Better, if you must know." I muttered and finally turned and shouldered past him heading toward the D.G where I knew Samantha would be. A hard hand clasped on my shoulder and yanked me back.

I cursed as I was yanked back In front of Jackson one of his buddies holding me in place but not to noticeable by the teachers. "Don't run traitor." Jackson sputtered at me his face getting a bit red.

"Oh, should I stare at you and picture you bleeding in multiple ways?" I shot back even though it was the worst comeback ever I still said it with power.  Jackson snickered lowering his head to my ear as was about to say something when he was yanked back.

"Jackson." Bryson said his coal black hair plastered on his face with sweat. Jackson growled pushing Bryson away from him and brushed down his suit. "Your gonna regret that." He said before walking away with his buddies.

"In your dreams.." I heard Bryson whisper to himself before he turned to me. His turquoise eyes slithering over my body appreciating the grey dress I wore. Slim but not to slim. "You look pretty." He chuckled.

"Oh, don't make me slap you." I threatened him laughing. He grinned and held out his arm and I linked mine with his. I could feel his muscles strained and exhausted underneath his suit. "You come back from Basketball?" I asked him as we both stared at the dance floor. "You know me so well." He chucked and lead me out. I pondered on what he said, it was so true....but yet completely wrong.