Wall of secrets

Chapter 17

But someone immediately caught my eye

Something about this guy looked familiar.

His hair was all ruffled up, yet neat at the same time, he was wearing a black suit with a white tie. His mask was white and black with no detail.

I looked away because I didn't want to stare at him for too long, otherwise he will think I'm a creep.

Viola was taking her time do I decided to walk down the corridor just took look at the pictures on the wall.

Each frame had a inspiring quote.
I was staring at this one quote...

"When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew" - William Shakespeare

"I like that one too," a familiar voice said making me jump.

I turned around and saw the same guy I saw a few minutes ago standing right beside me with a smirk plastered on his face along with his eyes glowing as the light reflected on them.

I immediately knew,

It was Carter.

"Fan of William Shakespeare?" He asked taking a small step towards me.

"Always did always will." I said smiling.

"Ah, well I must know your name because of your passionate love for Shakespeare," he said sounding all 'charming.'

I knew he was just fooling around, so I decided to play along.

"Ah Sierra is the name," I said pushing my hair behind my ear. "So are you a fan of William Shakespeare?"

"Always did always will," he said with his smirk getting bigger.

"Ah I see what you did there," I said chuckling.

"May I have this dance?" He said offering his hand.

"With these drunk people? I don't think you would last a second without someone grabbing you and making you play spin the bottle," I said laughing.

"How about we ditch this party then and head out to the tree you like... A little birdy told me you have a thing for this particular tree," he said wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Let's hope this bird isn't stalking my every move," I said winking.

"Oh trust me, you have no idea."

I felt myself blushing a little at his comment, gosh why though?

"Goodness Sierra, not even half way through the night and you're already blushing," he chuckled.

"I'm not blushing," I said.

"Then why are you turning red?" He asked.

"It's called makeup."

"Well I'm no expert at makeup, but I do know that makeup can't magically spread onto your face," he smirked.

"You know, I never found out what your name is," I said changing the topic.

"Ah see, you said it yourself, found out."