Falling Slowly

Chapter 12- Dance With Me?

As Jacob and I got out of the car I noticed him looking at me every now and then with a troubled expression on his face. Honestly I didn't know what was wrong with him.

As we approached the line in front of the gym, I groaned seeing all the people here. The outside of the gym was brightly lit, so I had no trouble seeing just how many people I had to freaking wait behind. We were probably tenth or eleventh in line, which honestly shouldn't take too long, but I'm impatient, as always. I just wanted this day to be over so I could go to my house and leave this whole dance catastrophe that I knew was bound to happen.

Jacob and I both just stood silently side by side, not making conversation unlike the couples before us. But of course we were most certainly not a couple, or dating, or anything like that for the matter. Seeing that it's been five minutes and we still weren't at the front, I took out my phone to kill time. Looks like Jacob had the same idea as he took his phone out too.

"Rebecca, look over here." I looked up from my phone to see his camera held out. I was caught off guard when Jacob snapped a selfie of us. He gave me a fake apologetic smile when I glared at him. Sighing, I looked back down at my phone while walking forward every so often to close up any gaps in the line.

"Hey, what are you reading?" He suddenly popped up next to me and tried to peer over my arm. I immediately tried to hide my phone from Jacob before he playfully snatched it from me. However, when he read what was on my screen, he paled. In his shocked state, I quickly grabbed my phone back from him and put it back into my purse. I wasn't sure why he was so surprised- or pale for that matter. All I had been reading was some old tweets from MyDeadLivingSoul's twitter page.

Fortunately we reached the front of the line so I didn't have to have any awkward conversations with Jacob. Jacob took out his invitation and the guard in front nodded and stepped aside from the entrance, allowing us to enter. As I entered the beautiful and a bit over-the-top decorated gym, I felt Jacob reach for my hand, and this time, I didn't let go. The song "Pompeii" was blasting from the speakers.

Before I could ask him what we were going to do, I saw Lyla and Simon walking up to us. "What took you guys so long?" she asked loudly. I merely shrugged and looked over at Jacob. His complexion had turned back to normal but he seemed even more unhappy than before. Bruh, this was a dance that you asked me to. The least he could do was have a better attitude than I did right now.

"There was a line." He answered simply before squeezing my hand and tugging me forward until we were on the dance floor. Everyone around us was dancing and jumping up and down and whatnot. My heart started beating faster and my feet stuck to the ground. There was no way in hell I was dancing. This might be a dance, but I was only here... out of common courtesy. At least, that's what I'm telling myself. When I didn't start dancing like he expected me to, he actually pulled me closer and put two hands on my cheeks. I immediately pushed off his intimate touches and looked at him incredulously. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Rebecca," he began softly, I almost couldn't hear him through all the loud music, "when did you find out about that twitter account?"

What?! We were standing in the middle of a freaking dance floor and he was worried about the twitter account?

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Thankfully one of Jacob's friends came up to us and asked if he could talk to Jacob for a minute. I quickly obliged. Consequently I was now standing in the middle of the dance floor all alone. Normally I wouldn't care, but who wanted to look like a loner at 'the dance for prestigious students all around the city'? I quickly looked around, hoping to find someone I recognized. I smiled when I saw Damian, Logan, and this other girl near the drinks booth. I didn't hesitate to walk up to them.