{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

thirty'eight

The song was coming to an end and I found myself screaming inside, 'No! No! No!'. I didn't want to let go but I knew I had to.

I ran my hands over her arms gently, trying to savour this last moment before the song finally ended on the last note.

I made to pull away but Norah just held me there, her arms around my neck.

I gave her a soft smile when reality suddenly struck me like lightening.

This is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!

You have a girlfriend already for fuck's sake, Dante!

She's a slut.

So?

…

You have a point.

Der.

Argh! No, not good though.

Why?

She has Braden. She can't like me. It-I-just…can't.

Hopeless.

It's called being realistic…

So?

I truly cannot believe any of this. All these feelings are for Norah. I'm trying to savour a last moment withNorah, whilst also simultaneously arguing with my brain. Yeah, lovely.

So, savour then! I'm not trying to stop you.

I caught something out of the corner of my eye and saw Ella glaring daggers at Norah, Braden shifting about awkwardly.

Strange.

For Braden to be doing something like that, I mean.

Usually, if someone's with his girl (and it's male), he goes up to them and is fully prepared to hurt them. Badly.

I wonder what's going on with him.

Anyway, I digress.

I twisted my upcoming soft smile into a smirk.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me, sweets."

Norah narrowed her eyes dangerously at me.

"You really have to spoil everything, don't you?" she snapped at me before whirling around and striding off the dance floor that other couples were now filing onto for the next dance which was a fast one.

My jaw sagged open slightly before I closed it. Shaking my head, I tried to grab onto Norah's arm as she made a quick getaway from me.

"Wait, Norah!" I called out after her but she had disappeared amongst the flurry of colors and material.

You're such a stupid dick, Dante.

Don't I know it.

I sighed heavily.

Way to go, Dante. Round of applause for him, guys! Well done on ruining a perfectly good moment.

I shook my head.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I felt a tug on my arm and saw Ella hanging off of me, her eyes seeming to burn holes at someone. Norah, definitely. I tried to follow her gaze but I couldn't see her anywhere.

"Oh my god, she's such a whore!" my girlfriend exclaimed, her nose scrunched up.

And, as I turned to look at her in the colored lighting, I saw one thing.

Ella?

Yeah, she wasn't even that pretty.

"Imagine that, babe! Trying to make time with my boyfriend, what a slut!" Ella said indignantly.

"Yeah, imagine that, 'babe'. Imagine trying to make time with someone else's boyfriend. It's just horrific isn't it? It's practically considered cheating!" I spat out each and every word with as much venom as I could muster, anger punctuating each word.

My anger and extreme dislike for Ella was building miraculously quickly.

"I agree, baby." she flipped her straightened red hair over one bare shoulder, one hand on her hip.

"I know. Seriously, could she BE any more obvious about it? Only sluts would even consider cheating on their boyfriends just to get more popular. Or to add to their long list of conquests. Or even, just because they're getting bored!" I snapped angrily.

Fuck the plan.

I don't care, anymore. I just can't stand it. I can't standher.

"God, I know!," Ella sighed happily, turning to me with this 100-watt fake smile, which I returned with a cold smile of my own, my teeth gritted together and clenching, "Isn't it so cool that we like agree on herbeing a whore? We have so much in common, we're like practically, like, soul mates! And, I just cannot believe that Braden is into her. I mean, he would like beway better off with someone like me! Don't you agree? Of course, I'm with you already so, poor Braden!"

"Oh yeah. We are 'like practically, like, soul mates!'," I mimicked her angrily, " Poor Braden who doesn't have such a wonderful girlfriend like you. I feel so sorry for him. Not."

"Huh? What?"

"Maybe next time, you should be more careful about what you say, Ella. And if you're going to call anyone a whore or a slut, take a good look in the mirror."

"W-what? D-Dante?" she whimpered, clinging onto my arm like some desperate girl.

Which she is.

"Ella, it's over. Norah is not a whore or a slut in any way. 'Stay away from Braden. He's MINE. And Dante? Well, what better than to have TWO boyfriends at once? How will they find out? Never.' Ooh, I'm terribly sorry Ella. I already know.

And don't even try to pin it on Norah." I said disgustedly, shaking my head as I pulled my arm out of her grip.

"Dante!" the little red head cried out.

"Put a sock in it, Ella."

Ella gaped at me before she seemed to regain her composure, shaping up to be the huge bitch she really is.

"How dare you! I can't believe you'd stick up for her. She's such a slut!" Ella screeched at me and I visibly winced, aware that we were now attracting a gathering crowd.

"What about you? Do you seriously think I'd allow you to insult people like that? Especially innocent ones who've done basically nothing to you? Jesus, every day, I hear you whining in my ear, 'What a slut! She's such a whore! That bitch! Blah, blah, blah.'" I shot back angrily.

"She is one!" she screeched once more. I winced again.

"We're over. I can't believe what I saw in you." I replied, turning around. And, without a backwards glance, I left her, shoving my way through the crowd we had gathered.

I could feel pairs of on looking nosy eyes following me as I strode out the hall and towards my dorm.

Hm, well, today was a good day wasn't it?

Let's see…

Winter dance, saw Norah in new light and flipped head over heels, danced with her, broke up with bitchy girlfriend, stuck up for Norah whilst breaking up with said bitchy girlfriend…

Not to mention the fact that this was done in front of the majority of my year…

Yeah, lovely all in all.

Oh yeah…

And the best part?

I'm in lust with my best friend's girlfriend.