Crushing Bad

Chapter 30

After some more drinks, chats and laughs, everyone took themselves to the dance floor. There were mostly only couples dancing on it intimately. Soft, slow music was filling my ears with its pleasant reverberations as I hummed along with it.

Mia was slow dancing with Travis, her head on his shoulder as they moved from side to side slowly with rhythm. They looked so peaceful together, like they only belong with each other and no one else.

Stacie had convinced...alright forced Ivan to come with her and dance too. He had complained and whined about it at first but she started pouting and eventually dragged him with her successfully.

Vance wasn't interested, well he never is about this kind of stuff, so he was simply sitting and just watching us, while drinking. Aaron was lounging beside him and looked kind of off. I think um...because of *cough* a certain burnette and her new boyfriend.

Well, I gotta admit though. After he pulled off that accident at the bar in the hotel, he's been okay. He doesn't glare at Travis anymore like he used to before.

I don't understand why he just doesn't allows himself to get over her. But I really can't blame him though, if Sam hadn't liked me back, I literally have no idea how I would have gotten over him.

I snapped back to reality when his warm fingers pressed themselves on the exposed skin on my back, as our hips continued to sway together along with the music on the dance floor. Sam and I were dancing too, his gaze was locked on mine, a smile on his-

No wait. We weren't. That was just my sappy imagination. He didn't really seem in the mood for it so I didn't bother to ask him. Plus, we couldn't dance intimately in front of everyone like that. It would get too suspicious. So, I was simply sitting and watching all the other happy couples have fun while he was looking at his phone, probably to pass time.

I leaned in closer to him, finally deciding to break the silence and voice my thoughts. "Is something wrong?" I asked, hesitantly as if I was abruptly afraid of the answer myself.

He closed his eyes when he heard my voice for a split second as if he didn't like what I had asked before opening them to glance sideways at me. "No. Why?" He pressed his lips together.

I felt my expression transform into that of a frown. "You're acting kind of weird since..." I trailed off, peering over at him from beneath my eyelashes.

"Since what?" He asked quietly, both of his eyebrows raised upwards on his forehead.

"Since we got..." I leaned my head closer towards him to whisper the last part, not wanting anyone to hear our conversation. "Caught."

He didn't say anything and kept quiet, an unreadable expression on his face as his eyes floated over all my features. "What's wrong, Sam? You can tell me, you know," I murmured, letting my voice sound as calm as possible.

He seemed to think about my question for a few uncomfortable seconds before opening his mouth to answer. "Nothing's wrong, Giselle," he let out weary sigh. "You're over thinking again."

Perhaps, I am over thinking.

"Okay," I said slowly and watched as the corners of his lips slightly curved upwards to give me a reassuring smile. But it didn't reach his eyes.

I turned my attention back to the dance floor to distract myself, wondering whether I should ask him what I wanted. "Do you wanna dance?" I muttered, trying my best to seem enthusiastic.

He looked up from his phone lazily to look at me once again. "Are you crazy? With all of them around?" He nodded towards Aaron and Vance who were now having a conversation themselves.