Chapter 28: Dancing and Fighting

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------I know, its been way too long again! I reread the whole story and made various changes throughout. If you happen to read this story for the second time, you will find some dialogue changes and small differences. Half of this chapter I wrote about a year ago, and the other half I wrote over the past few days. I hope it's okay! Please, please, please let me know what you think about the new chapter!

P.S. The song posted above is to get you in the mood for the dancing in this chapter. I recently heard this song, and it reminded me so much of Reuban and Jaime. I'm not entirely sure why, but I picture this song for the dance. Feel free to listen and tell me if you think it fits!------

Chapter 28

Despite my absolute paralysis at the thought of dancing in front of so many people, Alex's strong hold on my waist gave me security. I felt all my reservations melt away in his embrace. This wasn't like dancing with Reuban; with Reuban, I felt an emotion I was too afraid to admit even to myself; with Alex, I felt safe and comfortable. I felt like I was in the arms of a friend.

I noticed Seth glancing over at us in extreme shock. He had to make a bet for me to dance with him, so I could understand why he would be so surprised. I didn't even hesitate when deciding to dance with Alex.

I wanted to see Reuban. I tried to look over Alex's shoulder and spot him, but it was no use. There were too many people in-between us. I wondered if he was still sitting in his throne or if he was dancing.

He was probably dancing.

He was probably dancing with Charlotte.

A pang shot through my chest at the thought. It shouldn't bother me, the thought of them together shouldn't bother me, but it did. Just the thought of Charlotte in Reuban's arms the way I once was made me sick. I didn't understand this emotion, and I didn't want to understand.

"I'm glad you came with me tonight." Alex said quietly into my ear. He jolted me out of my inner monologue.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, me too. I'm happy I came with you; I wouldn't have wanted to come alone." He smiled and pulled me through a small twirl. I couldn't help but smile back and let out a little giggle. He pulled me back close to him. "I'm really glad I have you as a friend."

The words came out without me thinking about them. It felt so natural to say, and it was genuinely the way I felt. He looked shocked for only a moment before smiling at me bigger than ever before. I tried to ignore the guilt in my stomach while thinking of my soon departure.

"I feel the same. It's been so different since you got here."

"Different?" I couldn't help but wonder if this was an insult or a compliment.

"Different in a good way. Every day since you've come feels lighter. Easier." Warmth spread through my body.

"Sometimes... being here feels like a dream, as if one day I'll wake up in my bed at home and everything will be back to normal." I tucked my head into the crook of his neck as tears threatened to fill my eyes. "But other times... I feel like my life before here was a dream. Everything here is more real and exciting than anything I've ever experienced. I wouldn't give this feeling up for anything. Well... almost anything." I mumbled the last part as my Samie came to mind.

"What would you give it up for?" He asked curiously.

"Sam." The word came out of my mouth without thinking. I was so comfortable; I opened up without intending to. He pulled away from me and held me at arm's length. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the tears brimming my eyelids.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" I saw sincere concern in his expression, and all of a sudden, I knew my plan to escape was a mistake. I couldn't leave. I had to stay here; I belonged here.

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