Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 8: Snow White and the Seven Shades of Desire

Chapter 8: Snow White and the Seven Shades of Desire

Bright psychedelic lights filled my vision, the booming sound coming from inside the 'Insanity' pounding against the vicinity of the club itself. I could feel my excitement building as I waited in line- my sympathetic system very much active. Blake was chuckling at my fidgeting, his eyes never wavered from my stature from the moment we dismounted on his Dodge Viper.

"If I knew you'd be this excited going to a club, I would have brought you here sooner than later." His carefree smile, being reflected against the angry rays of colorful lights peeking out inside only spiked my escalating exhiliration. The effortless way with which we're conversing brought back the memories of the two of us. "It would've save me a great deal of trouble in trying to woo you Angel. You should know how much of a work you are."

The teasing lilt in his voice made me want to tease him back, the walls I put inside my heart insidously thawing. "So I'm not worth all the trouble?"

I bit back a smile when I saw how panick-stricken Blake was; his once smiling mouth gaped into an O, his eyebrows knitting in concern. "That's not what I meant Angel. You're worth every trouble I came across." He finally managed to reply.

"Really? But that isn't what you said a while ago, you're saying that I'm lying then?"

His face resembled a constipated hippopotamus- well, figuratively- and the laughter that I was suppressing finally blew out; he looked ready to pee in his pants.

"You're just making fun of me?" He asked incredulously, his flawless face making the expression a little too overrated. I snorted rather unladylike as waves of laughter continously racked my body, my stomach hurting from how much vibration I'm channeling. I must have looked like a spasmodic parasite wriggling incessantly but I was far too engrossed in my own bubble to care; I can't remember the last time I laughed like this. Nate always reminds me to act accordingly, he was far too proper for a guy his age and stature. Whenever I would've done something he doesn't approve of, he'd shut down on me and made me reflect on my mistakes- never apologizing for the errors he also had done.

"Maybe I should make you pay Angel?" Blake's teasing tone was back, but a certain edge of danger was swirling in the words he'd just utter. I didn't notice when he drew the distance between us, but his minty breath blowing a hair's breadth away from me made adrenaline rushed all the more in my system. I knew how bad this is, how dangerous it is for me to play with fire but I'm probably past caring that- I've been told the same thing over and over again, and the building curiosity was finally getting the best of me; I'm ready to be smothered in its flames.

"Oh yeah? What will you do?" I asked coyly, daringly closing the infinitesimal gap between us- my lips nearly tracing the fullness of his. I stubbornly suppressed the logical part of my brain- the one who's telling me to walk away before it's too late- and focused on the now, not dwelling on the consequences my actions would bring. Blake blinked a couple of times, probably processing if I really did just that before his intense stare focused on me- burning me through the core.

"This." And just before his lips fully imprisoned mine in its lushness, we were pushed in the line. I didn't notice that I was holding my breath until we were brought back to reality- my cheeks burning a crimson red when I finally got back to my senses. We almost kissed.

"Such a scaredy cat." I heard him whisper playfully as I frantically tried to hide my burning face. "I wouldn't do something you don't like Angel. I'd never force you into anything." That's the last sensible thing I've heard from him before we were swallowed inside the riotous club. My heart in my mouth. I can do this.