The Omission Behind Ones Devotion

Chapter 25

Hayden's POV:

Chris opened the door to his mustang for me. I know for sure the car's not his, he most likely borrowed it from a friend. That was one thing about Chris that I've learned. He was so perfect on the outside, perfect car pefect smile, perfect everything. Though in reality he's not necessarily fake or rotton, but more of a lie. It was sad that in his mind, he needed people to view him as something he's not. I would much rather take the truck.

About halfway throught the ride he rests his hands on my thigh and I felt nothing. How is it Brayden could lay just a finger upon me, not even on me but my clothing and I could feel everything and anything, but Chris laying a full hand on my bare skin left me with nothing.

He tried talking to me a little, but if I'm being honest I wasn't paying attention. It was getting dark outside, so I took this time to appreciate the beauty of the night.

"Why are you looking out the window?"

"Oh, I was looking at the lights aren't they pretty?" I smile to myself as I continue to stare out the window.

"They're just street lights," He says laughing. My smile falls and in that moment I felt small. Not only small but I had realized that Chris and I, we would never work.

"They're not just street lights. It's the contrast light and dark. It's the way they glisten as you drive by. Its the representation of something much bigger than us." I cut myself off as I turn to him. We were now parked and he was looking at me like I had 3 heads.

"Sure okay," he says continuing his laugh from earlier. I scoff and take in his appearance one more. There he was leaned back in his chair laughing at me.

I unbuckle my seat belt and open the door as fast as I can and that immediately shuts him up.

"Hey, hey, hey where are you going." He to is now outside the mustang his face concerning.

Don't open up to him, he's not worth it.

"It's just some stupid street lights." I wanted to tell him how wrong he was, I wanted to make him understand and see things the way I do, the way Brayden did. I wanted to tell him that beauty is often hidden in the most overlooked things, but there would be no hope.

People can't force others to change, that was something they must do on their own, and I knew with Chris it would be impossible. In a way I should have expected his reaction. The boy who needed to come to homecoming in a mustang so that others thought highly of him, there was no way he wouldn't know beauty if it hit him in the face.

Instead of arguing I decided to not ruin the night, and instead lie.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I said raking my left hand up and down my right arm.

"Alright lets go shall we," He shoots me another playboy smile and I nod my head walking to the front of the school.

Once we got to the front of the school we showed the people behind the desk our tickets and we walked through the gymnasium doors to be hit by loud music and a bunch of people.

Chris' hand remains low on my back, a little lower than I would have liked.

"Hey lets go dance," Chris yelled over the music pushing me toward the dance floor. I found it kind of funny how he wanted to dance, usually guys hate that.

He pushes us in the center of the crowd of sweaty hormonal teens. Everyone around was either bouncing up and down to the beat, or grinding up on the closest person. Fantastic.

Lemon - Drake and Rihanna started playing and the circle of people gets smushed smaller and smaller. Chris pulls on my waist pulling me flush against his body. His hands roam up and down my back and this is when I realized the real reason he wanted to dance. I feel someone press up behind me and I whip my head around to see some random guy trying to grind on me. I push away from Chris causing me to not only bump into the guy behind me, but step on his foot with my heel.