Lights That Dance To Her Heart

Chapter 6

<<•AJ's P.O.V•>>

I blankly stare at the message; I rub my fingers under Jessie's ears as lays her head on my lap. The TV blares with the movie Inception, keeping me awake while my cushions on my couch tell me otherwise. I was getting ready to watch a 'James Bond' marathon, but then Rachel just had to interrupt me while I was getting ready to take out my popcorn. Now the kitchen smells like a burnt down house. I read the message she sent:

7:15 Received: Hey hey! You doin' anything tomorrow? 😏😜

I think I already know what she's going to ask...

7:18 Sent: Nothin' much. Just chillin' at home. (I pause at the ending, then I quickly type it in) You?

Not even five seconds later I got a response, when I look at the message it's half a paragraph. Under five seconds? She lives on the Internet, huh?

7:18 Received: Well guess what! You're coming to my party tomorrow! They'll be drinks and food and stuff, plus Tyler is bringing something to spice up the party (if you know why I mean 😉.) And then we could dance together like last time ❤️

Oh God... last time. I'm getting flashbacks of what happened last year; Rachel opening the door wearing a sketchy pop icon outfit, lots of people asking me to show off my muscles (mostly freshmen girls) by flipping a table, then Rachel wanting to dance with me. And when I say Rachel wanting to I mean almost everyone there chanting me on to dance with her. Then when it was the end of the song she tried to kiss me and I barely dodged it by spinning her. I hope I never experience that with her again.

And now I'm invited to the party where it happened. Again.

I want to say no, really, really, really badly. But Rachel might do something which scares me... no. What scares me is the fact that I know she's going to do something. I rub my face, Jessie's ears flicks. I guess I don't have a choice. I choose my words carefully.

7:21 Sent: O.K. It'll be fun. Just don't expect me to be downing anything.

7:22 Received: Nice. See you there.

I toss my phone onto the cushion next to me, it bounced once before it landed face down on the very edge of the couch. I lean back and press my hands to my face, dragging them down while they stretch my face. Jessie picked her head off my lap, her bead-like eyes turning to me and her tail starting to thump on the couch in excitement. My arms drop to my side and I stroke her head, a weak smile forms on my face. She noses her way through my hands and lays her head on my chest, her tongue hanging out of her mouth even through she has it closed.

I don't know how much of my fear I can express, but I know it's enough to fuel a nightmare bus.

I straighten myself; Jessie lets out a soft bark before hopping off my lap and dashing to the back of the apartment, probably thinking I'm going to bed. I slowly slid onto my side and pull my feet onto the couch, my shoulder is killing me and I have a horrible headache, like I slammed my head onto the table for how much bullshit is happening now. I'm starting to sound like my dad now.

Rachel's planning something, I know it. Something despicable or evil or something like that. She probably has a shotgun hung on the celling, waiting for Chrissy to walk in and... that's too stupid. Maybe she's going to hang her from the ceiling and throw darts at her, and by darts I mean knifes. I don't know, but it's probably going to be horrific for Chrissy.

Psychotic bitch, that's what Rachel is. Mostly bitchy, but if you don't include psychotic then why are you even here?

I brush a stray hair out of my face as the tv starts to glow with action packed scenes and spies. I have to warn Chrissy, but there is one thing that's holding me back.