The Last Night

Stuck

Chapter Twenty

"This is the last night we'll be here."

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Our group, other than Ame and I, kept talking like the chatterboxes they were. I kept in mind that Ame was nervous as ever. She had some kind of reaction every time Cindy was mentioned either at our table or a neighboring one.

Soon after everyone finished eating, Mr. Brown announced that the dance floor was now open so people went running for it. The DJ came sometime when people were eating so he set up his stuff so Ame didn't have to sub. She only played at the beginning for an awesome prelude to the dance. It worked out pretty well.

Everyone at our table except for me was at the dance floor under the flashing lights. Ame got dragged along with Alice and Sarah. When Evan asked if I was coming, I just said I'd be there in a few minutes (more like not at all). I'd like to say I can't dance, but they'd probably say that I was lying because there's no way that I, who am good at everything, can't dance, which is true.

Anyway, I just have to wait this stupid dance out. It'll be over soon. Maybe. I sighed. This night'll be a long one, but at least it'll be the last night I have to deal with all these idiots (not including Ame obviously). I may have kicked this thing off, but that's all part of my act.

Well, I'm actually kind of excited for the masquerade dance. I'm a bit bothered by the fact that Ame thinks I have Alice, but I'm sure I have the right one. My mask is definitely her match since she was holding hers just a few minutes ago. She'd given it back to Miss Jacobs before she was dragged away for the second time today.

Speaking of masks, the FBI agent who went undercover as a fill-in for Cindy was out on the dance floor in a completely realistic mask. I don't know how they made it, but it was spot on. The lady even had a voice modifier that made her sound like Cindy. It was kinda freaky how the FBI had all these gadgets and things that could make one person be another, but I guess it's expected.

Other than that, the conversation I had with Ame earlier keeps popping up in my head. I need to find some kind of way to show her I've changed. I mean, it doesn't really affect me as much as it seems to affect her. I expected someone to call me a fake at some point. I knew it was coming, but it seems like the whole thing is eating at Ame more than it is me. I'll have to figure this out as soon as possible, but what am I supposed to do?

I tried gathering my thoughts together to think of some kind of method, but I was drawing a blank. It was impossible with this blaring music. It was good that the DJ was here to relieve Ame of subbing, but his music was so loud. But I can't really do anything about that since he's just doing his job.

Suddenly, my phone rang, displaying Uncle Mark's name. I was silently thanking him for an excuse to step out. I walked out of the hall and went outside then answered.

"HOW GOES IT, NEPHEW?!" he yelled.

I winced. "When will you learn to not yell over the phone?"

"Never!" I'm sure he yelled this time just to irritate me.

I sighed.

"So I see you're at the dance," he said, finally speaking normally.

"Well, you can't see me, but you're hearing the music," I pointed out. It was still pretty loud even from out here.

"Geez, so technical."

I grinned. "It's my job."

"So how are things with Ame?"

"Normal," I answered. Well, as normal as normal gets for us.

"So specific," he said, sarcastically. "Has anything happened yet?"