Maybe Not That Bad

Chapter 2

Rose POV

We got to the middle of the dancefloor, with people swaying to the catchy beat of the song.

"Lose the jacket, I don't want you to get it all sweaty." He said, smiling at me.

I took it off and handed it to Ambrose, watching as he disappeared in the crowd, probably looking for Lissa. Last time I'd seen her, we'd been standing next to the drinks table.

Searching the crowd for the platinum blonde head belonging to my best friend and Ambrose's sandy blond one, I turned around and noticed that Dimitri was no longer sitting with his friends. Jesse Zeklos was roaring with laughter though, apparently due to an hilarious comment from Adrian Ivashkov.

I turned around again, hoping Ambrose would be back quickly. The weather was a little chilly and standing around in a damn tank top wasn't so good.

"Where the fuck are you, Ambrose?" I asked out loud.

"Did he ditch you or something?"

A voice spoke behind me, laced with a barely present russian accent. Gasping, I turned around.

Uhh, I was doing a lot of that tonight. By the end of the night I'd probably be dizzy from spinning so much...

Looking into his chocolate colored eyes, I felt heat creeping into my cheeks and hoped he wouldn't notice. But he was Dimitri and he noticed everything. He looked at me, eyes sparkling with amusement and something else I couldn't guess.

Realizing I still hadn't given him an answer, I replied.

"Who? Ambrose? No, he was just finding somewhere to put my jacket so we could dance. Although, if he does try to ditch me I'll have to hunt him down."

His smile grew and I lost myself in that damn smile. Dimitri didn't laugh or smile very often and knowing that I had made him do so...

Well, let's just say it is an intoxicating feeling.

"Do you make a habit of hunting down people who ditch you?"

He was making fun of me, but I couldn't really care. All I cared about in this moment was that he was actually talking to me.

"Nah..." I said playfully. "Usually I'd beat the crap out of them, but since he's a friend I guess he deserves a discount."

He chuckles and I can see he's surprised with himself and his reaction. Silence begins to infiltrate in our conversation but I dismiss it.

"So, are you enjoying the -" A voice calling my name interrupts me.

Ambrose reaches us and his eyes widen when he realizes who's talking to me. He looks surprised to see Dimitri here, despite our little plan.

Well, that makes two of us.

"Um hey, sorry to interrupt you guys..." He says, awkwardly.

"It's okay, I should get back to the guys anyway." Dimitri says, a weird tone lingering in his words. His smile and playfull ways are long gone, replaced by a guarded expression.

I've never wanted to kill Ambrose as much as I do now.

"You don't have to go, man." Sensing my glare, Ambrose tries to help me. It's no use though. With his eyes staring at the ground, I can feel he's going to leave us, me.

"No, I'll let you be."

My friend turns to me.

"Look, I just came to see if you still wanted to dance, but I can leave and come back later." There's a question in his voice.