Fragmented

Watch the stars

"What a thing to be both starving and empty. To ache for love. To take the scraps from it's table, and yet run sickly from the feast"

Freya's POV: - 

"No! Mason you will do no such thing!! Ughhhh  you idiot just get down or I'll kick your ass." I pulled at his arm as he cheered on bringing about a roar from the crowd. 

"It's not just me who is doing that. You're doing it too" He took hold of my arms and easily pulled me up on the stage. It was sad how easy it was for him. I crashed into his hard body as I tried to regain composure in front of the huge crowd. 

"I am not!" I turned to him and away from the crowd shouting in his ear just enough that he would wince but nobody would hear.

"I wasted my weekend coming here so I could keep an eye on you now I want that prize." He pulled me with him as he walked to the floor. 

We were currently fighting over the dance competition he wanted to take part in so he could get the prize that were actually 4 or 5 vintage marvel character cards. Yes, he wanted the cards and some other little props actually used by the actors in the movie.

"Mason I don't know how to dance." I lied. Everybody was ready on the floor that was actually about a feet high from the ground. 

He dragged me to one side where they asked us to stand while I shot daggers at him, not really getting a chance to say anything. 

"There is no harm in dancing Freya. It's the least you could do for ruining my weekend." He whispered in my ear bringing his arm around me. It made me uncomfortable to feel him so close to me. He smelled something I couldn't really put my hand on, he smelled really good. It gave a little rustic welcoming feeling. 

Grabbing my hand he put it on his shoulder and took my other hand in his. We were uncomfortably close. "I don't know how to dance Mason. And I did not ruin you weekend you're the one creepily stalking me." I lied again trying my luck to get out of this. 

I remembered the last time I had danced. The thought saddened me. It was when I had wasted myself at Eric's friends party and went back to his house. Aaron had carried me haphazardly to the guest room and he had put me on the bed but I had jumped up and pulled him in to dance, giggling when we would bump here and there. That dance had turned into a heated session of making out and later I had lost my virginity to him. 

I was his wife then and I had loved him but most importantly I had trusted him and he betrayed me even before I put my trust in him. I pulled myself away a little to get away from here but Mason tightened his grasp around my waist.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I can't dance Mason. Let me go." I turned my face a little to hide the fact that my eyes held a little moisture. 

"You cannot lie very well. You're saying you can't dance yet your feet are moving as if you were born to do this." Not born, I had tried to rid the grief of my mothers death with dancing. I wanted to lose myself to the rhythm every time I danced while I was learning. It was an escape.

"Shut up. If we miss our bus I'm going to stab you!" I whisper shouted at him and he grinned. 

"There is some serious crowd out here. Well those cards are mine." He spoke twirling me but his eyes were on the prize. "This round is pretty easy I'm worried about the next one. Do you know salsa?" 

I looked at him open mouthed. "You are kidding me right?" 

"No I am not. They have some choreographer who will teach us a few steps and we have to replicate them in a few minutes in front of the judges."