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31. Never Have I Ever...

~Cally's...you guys get how this works by now, right?~

Ivory left a little while ago, leaving me to my own devices. Since I wasn't chained up anymore, I took that opportunity to explore the room, finding nothing in the small table's drawer, peering into a cabinet that I assumed used to be useful, but now it only houses cobwebs.

I glanced over at the door. It was right there, after all, and all it would take was a clear path to the outside, and a few arrows pointing to Draven's house, and I would be set.

Of course, life isn't that easy, and I found the door to be locked. It was probably for the better, for now. I have no idea how to get around in this place. I turned around, and sighed in content at my bed. I drooped onto my rugs, piling up the smaller rags as a pillow. As I was drifting to sleep for the first time in almost a week, I thought I saw the door open, and Anthony step in, glance at my sleeping form, and step out, except if he came in, he would be more than happy to wake me up.

My eyes drooped and I was swept into a dreamless sleep.

~Justin's POV~

I pulled away from Reagan, who was now (totally on accident) pressed against my bathroom wall. Her eyes were wide, as I would imagine mine are, just as surprised as her.

"I..." is all she said, searching my eyes for something, anything, that would tell her what the heck that was about.

"I guess," I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "that we don't have to pretend anymore, hm?"

She looked shocked, then a small smile settled on her lips, and I narrowly stopped myself from beaming. She shrugged, trying to act like she didn't care, but she couldn't quite shake her smile.

"I guess so," she stated offhandedly. "We should probably go to that club before it gets da-oh right. Vampires. Well..."

"Let's go," I smirked and looped my arm through hers, checking her fangs again and looking over her contacts, making sure they didn't look too much like contacts. We were about to step out my front door, when a voice spoke from behind us.

"What took you guys so long?" Draven asked, squinting at us, from his sprawled-out position on the couch. Reagan visibly paled, and began stuttering incoherently.

"I...f-fangs, I mean, he, and then-" but I unhooked my arm through hers and slung it over her shoulder instead. I turned us around and walked through the door, and I threw a wink at Draven just as I was closing it.

"Just-" yelling, Draven had just jumped up from the couch, heading over toward us, but the door closed in his face, and Reagan and I both bolted for the club.

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"Justin," Reagan shook her head from behind the tree line, facing the door, "I don't know. Last time it was okay but now I've been over-thinking it and it could all go downhill very fast and this is our only chance to get Cally back and what if I screw the whole thing up and..." she finally ran out of breath. I grabbed both of her shoulders, looking her in the eye.

"You're not going to screw this up. You'll be fine, and I'll be right next to you, okay?"

She nodded slowly.

I slid my hand down her right arm, grabbing her hand and squeezing, and not letting go as we made our way to the two-story building. It glowed with multicolored lights and could hear the music from behind the trees. We vampires may suck the life out of a lot of things, but not parties. We liven those.

I held the door open and Reagan stepped in and I followed behind her, my hand on her lower back, guiding her upstairs, because most people down here were drinking, while people upstairs were dancing and mingling. Some people waved to me and I waved back, some people smirked at the both of us, eyeing my hand that was now in hers again, and some people-all guys, actually-smiled at Reagan. That was when I, once again, released her hand, but this time I slipped my arm around her waist.