Never The Same

Chapter 12: 'The event' PART TWO.

Heyo.

'Bad kind of butterflies' by Camila Cabello.

(And OH MY GOD I love this album.)

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Liana's POV:

The food here was SURPRISINGLY delicious.

I played with the fork and looked at the pudding in front of me, thinking about the dance.

Blake.

I really wanted to ask him where he learned those dance steps, but I didn't get the chance. I was panting by the time I came back from the dance floor.

"That was really good, Li. That dance. It was like you both had practiced for years for this." Eli said after some time.

I nodded at him. But it was just a matter of seconds before that smell hit my nose which I could recognize from miles away. Like a werewolf.

I didn't look up at him, but an unexpected chuckle escaped my mouth as I remembered memories with Savana when watching twilight.

"What's so funny, angel face?" He breathed down my neck.

I shivered unconsciously.

"None of your business," I said, putting stress on the word 'your'.

I urgently stood up before this conversation could go far, making my way to the washroom.

I started walking in my 6 inch stilettos. I wasn't short. My height was okay, but Savana felt like I could be the Eiffel tower of this event for a day.

I heard very light footsteps behind me.

Um. Nevermind. Probably someone who wanted to use the washroom as well. The world doesn't revolve around me.

I face palmed myself as I walked forward. I forgot I had to tell ana about blake.

A second later, I heard a very faint chuckle behind me.

Oh God. The 'whoever' person also thinks that I'm stupid.

But...can I just turn around and see who it is?

Curiosity...

Killed the cat.

I counted till three in my head and turned around halfway, just almost turning my face.

No one?

Yes, no one.

But-but I just...

I heard a chuckle and footsteps.

I'm definately making a fool out of myself.

I turned around once again and walked straight toward the stalls.

Finishing my business, I walked out. Suddenly I felt a hand on my mouth and one on my eyes.

I screamed but then the smell of pine and cinnamon hit my nose.

Two can play this game I guess.

Blake's POV:

I watched as she half-ran away from the table towards the washroom.

Suddenly, I got an idea.

When she was out of sight, I stood up and followed her towards the washroom. Very cautious and quiet.

She walked gracefully to her destinantion having no idea what was coming for her.

Suddenly, she face palmed herself.