Lights That Dance To Her Heart

Chapter 7

<<• Christine's POV •>>

My back is pressed up against a cold, uneven wall. Hands clutching the inside of my pockets. My gaze rest up on him, dazed.

The boy towers over me, looking down with his stunning brown eyes. His dark brown hair fuzzy as can be and his clothes fitting him a little too well. I should have stopped staring at his face when he finished talking, saying... that.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, eyes fixed on the floor. I take a breath. "She's insane... she has something planned, everyone knows it. I just don't know what it is." He adjusted his glasses with his pinkie, "Please don't go to that party."

I feel my heart raced, not in a good way though. I pull a stray hair from my cheek and twirl it around my index finger. Thoughts flood my mind, but one stands out.

"Why are you telling me this?"

He blinks, pulling his hand from his head and resting them as his side. "I just... I don't want you to get hurt." He says softly.

My chest rattles from how hard my heart's pounding, damn, why does he have to look good? I swallow, my fingernails dig into my palm. Wait, it's because he's handsome that he wanted to talk to me, because I'll think he's a little cute that I'll listen to him? Is he—

The boy awkwardly laughed, breaking the silence. "Aha... my friend wanted to tell you before, but his way was kind of... stalker-ish... so I thought it was easier to talk to you like this." He has a weak smile.

Quick footsteps start to echo in the hall. Getting louder and louder until they should practically be right in front of me.

But it's only a blur as the boy is tackled to the ground.

His body slams against the hard-tiled floor, a delayed gasp escapes him. I press myself closer to the wall to avoid being pulled down as well.

A brute is sitting on top of the boy, clad in jeans and a black t-shirt. I'm to dazed at what happened to even look at anything else. He wrapped his hands around the boy's shoulders and began shaking him. "Dammit Max, do you not have ears?! I ought to kill you for ruining my plan!" He spat.

The boy—er Max— says something but I don't hear what, my mind's too busy on what he said. Ruining my plan. My. Max said something about a stalker-ish plan to tell me about how insane Rachel is. Is this him? This brute?

I found my legs moving on their own, storming over to the brute as he shook the helpless Max, who was smiling for some reason. I grab at his arm, "Get off him!" I grunt as I try to pull him off, he barely even moves.

But he suddenly sits up and turns, almost making me fall backwards because of the force of him tugging his arm away. He looks me straight in the eye, as I do him, and I blink. Green eyes. Brown hair. Nose like a button. It's him. Actually him. The first time I saw him in person, I wasn't sure, but I know now.

It's that guy in the stadium picture, the one who looked uncomfortable between Rachel and Emma.

I thought I recognized him when he was sitting with them.

His face suddenly changes from anger to recognition, almost regret or shame. Like he's remembering something. Or he recognizes me. I mean, he kinda looks familiar if I'm not talking about the photo, but I just don't remember what.

I grit my teeth, what am I thinking! This bastard is... he... they...

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scream, "Stalking me just to tell lies in my face? Is that what you call 'fun'? Guess who's not having any!" The hell does this guy think he is? Trying to make me not go to my friend's party for what?! Because she's "insane"? I'm not dense!