White Roses

Part Three (05/12/2013)

White Roses
Nhica Moico

                  (05/12/2013)
                 
 
    
               

                      Part Three

                   “Where did you go? I’ve been looking for you!” Shane’s friend Venice said. Venice’s party had started, but Shane decided to come late. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to go, but the fact that Red and Holly was here, she didn’t know if she would be able to cope or even get over about Red being married.

                      
                       
                    “I decided to come late. And I brought someone with me, is that okay, Venice?” Shane asked, feeling a little ashamed of bringing Finnick to her friend’s party without Venice knowing. And also, so that she didn’t look like a loser coming by herself while Red and Holly came together, and her other best friend Bella didn’t seem to want to cone. It occurred to her that it was better to bring a date along with her, and despite of Finnick refusing at first, she was excited. Excited to show the new wedded couple that she didn’t need anyone worrying about, just because she confessed her unforbidden love for Red.

                   “Sure!” Venice said, bringing her back to reality. Her friend looked at her, the kind of stare that would want someone to cringe under her gaze. Shane felt self-conscious about her dress tonight. Though she was the only one wearing white—she hoped—a very tight, white dress that was made of silk. Just the right clothing Red would wear if he was still single. But maybe he still likes it? Even if he was married? Shane thought, and found the idea ridiculous. Of course, Red wouldn’t like it if it was her, he would be more likely to be delighted to see his own wife to wear such clothing.

                  Turning back around, Shane reached her hand out behind her to grab her date’s hand. Finnick, looking a little dishevelled and a little bored, was surprise to see Shane waiting for him to lift his hand and took hers. Seeming that he got over that shock, a huge grin broke free from his lips and took her hand. They made their way to the kitchen, and each got their own drinks. The song had changed into a fast, loud music that would want to make your hips sway and make you raise your hands up in the air, and wave them.

                 Without thinking, Shane grabbed Finnick and looped her arms around his neck. Taking the hint, Finnick placed both of his hands on her waist and lost themselves to the music. Sweaty bodies grinding together, and drinks was being passed along.

                After about an hour of dancing, and it seemed like Finnick was tired, he called out to the music, “Do you want to have some fresh air?” Shane nodded, and linked her fingers through her dates when he offered his big, rough hand.

             The squeezed through the bodies, and managed to get out, laughing. They laughed until their stomach hurts and both Shane and Finnick had to clutch their stomachs. Until two figure made its way to their direction, making Shane sat up.

             It was Red and Holly. A shiver ran down on her spine, making her shiver. As if understanding, Finnick took formed again and squared his shoulders. As if he was about to defend Shane if someone come near her. Out in the distance, Holly waved, while her best friend Red looking grim. Like what he looked like when she first saw him after the ceremony. Shane cautiously waved back, her old habit going back again; her fingers going up her curly hair.