Jealous Heart

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Agnes POV

The time has come.

Let's get ready for the Valentine's Dance!

Tayra, Daphne, Ericka and I all out on our dresses and make-up and perfume and jewellery in a rush.

We still looked fab tho.

My dress was a black one with a short flowery top above it, with the number 48 in bold, black letters on it.

Tayra's dress was a flowery one, hot pink with a matching beige jacket.

Daphne simply wore a black dress.

Then, Ericka had decided to put on a purple dress with a sparkly bow just above the right part of her waist.

We entered the room where the dance was in. My eyes scanned the room for James or Marja. Neither of them were there. I let out a sigh and walked along my friends.

Suddenly I saw the person I most hated (after Marja):

Anne.

She was wearing a long blue dress and sat in a corner with Michael annoying her.

That boy flirts with every girl, so it didn't surprise me.

Tayra, Daphne, Ericka and I danced crazily, holding each other's arms and spinning.

Though I pretended to be having fun, I was anxious. Anxious to see that familiar figure emerge from the crowd.

That's when I realised, he wasn't in the crowd.

He was in a corner, alone, with a rose in his hand.

I began approaching him. I nervously touched my hair back, as I always do when I'm nervous.

I felt someone staring at me. The eyes were like needles

In my neck.

I turned around, to find TWO people staring at me.

1) Anne

2) Marja

I froze.

Anne turned around, probably because she didn't want me to see her cry.

Marja, she pushed past me and joined James. She hugged him just as a slow dance came on.

I sat on a chair.

I watched impotently as Marja and James slowly danced together. I could feel how every look I took at them was like blasting a hole in my heart.

"Hey babe, wanna dance?"

I turned around and found Michael staring at me.

"Sure," I said. I didn't even know what I was doing anymore.

I took a quick glance at the three most important (in good and bad ways) persons in my life. Anne was mysteriously sobbing whenever she took a glance at Marja and James.

What?

Then, there was Marja. She smiled triumphantly as she danced around with James. James, strangely, seemed like he was in pain.

He must've felt my gaze on him, because he looked at me.

He looked away, in pain again.

Why didn't I understand?

Anne POV

Agnes doesn't understand why I'm ditching her.

I like James.

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Ta-daaa!

As you can see, this is NOT the last chapter.

I put a cliff hanger on purpose 😏

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P.S.: dunno if you noticed, but this chapter is longer :D