The Secrecy✔

Chapter 50

Liz Collins

"May I have her back?" The familiar voice spoke and he walked towards us and glared at Carson through gritted teeth. He spoke politely, but his face was far different from that.

"Nice to see you here, Parkinson." The guy beside me smiled with evilness buried beneath it.

"Ledwell." Sam was staring at Carson's hand which was on my waist when he spoke trying not to crash his teeth. To say I'm not nervous is a completely big mistake. These two guys were glaring at each other, ready to declare a war. Carson was smiling whereas Sam kept his face hardened and his tone straight.

"Sure." Carson smirked at me with his hand still on my waist, tightly held after the song ended. Sam took my wrist and slightly pulled me to him. Carson looked at us, grinned and left, after making sure I was aware of that look.

"Liz?" Sam asked me with his hands on my waist and mine on his broad shoulders.

This is bad...

"Yeah?" I managed to mumble loud enough for him to hear even though my mind was processing Carson's words.

My hands were numb and my legs were subtly trembling horribly. I barely heard anything.

"Why were you dancing with him?" Sam stressed out his question while we were dancing slowly to the song.

"W-well, h-he asked for a d-dance, so... " I stuttered in nervousness. Why does Sam have to come in my encounter with Carson?

"Don't go near him. Stay away from him, okay?" Sam looked at me through his gold and silver mask.

I nodded. If I know it's Carson, I'll definitely avoid him. However, this is a freaking masked ball. Everyone is hidden behind their mask.

"By the way... Have I told you you're beautiful tonight?" How did he become from almighty and serious to this?

"No... You haven't." I rolled my eyes although my cheeks were burning furiously.

"Well, now I have." He smiled charmingly and that could literally make any girl fall for him.

"Same goes for you, too, Mr.Parkinson." I said looking at him and he scoffed. He was wearing a black tuxedo, looking handsome as always. Why does he have to be so perfect in everything?

"I'm what? Beautiful? Hell No Way!"

"I didn't say that you're beautiful." I clicked my tongue.

"Then what am I? Hmm... How about I give you three choices? Unbelievably Attractive, Hot and... Sexy." He smirked and I purposely stepped on his foot while dancing.

"Eww... Not in my list, but I prefer.... Cocky, pompous and mean." I smiled at him innocently which was returned back with a glare.

"Sunshine, you didn't just do that." He pulled me closer all of a sudden, making me almost got slammed into his chest with my face.

"Did what?" I knew he was gesturing to my intention.

"Never mind. How come your hair is golden brown? Did you dye it?"

"Actually... That's my natural hair color. The blonde one was just a dye."

"You look..."

"What?"

"You look softer in that golden brown hair." He smirked and I grunted.

"What's with you today?"

"Nothing is wrong. I'm perfectly fine." He winked and we danced a bit until the song ended. I turned to the crowd and saw Carson looking straightly at me, holding a glass of champagne while smirking.