Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 7

Mia P.O.V.

I’m at a stranger’s house. Man, I can’t get any smarter than this. Sure I knew his name, but I knew nothing about him. Yet, I saved him that night and then see him for the second time and agree to go to his house. I scratch my head in irritation. I have a raging headache and I don’t remember falling out the damn window. I don’t remember dancing either. Dammit, why can’t I remember?! I get up off the bed, grab my backpack and head to the door, maybe I should head home. I open the door quietly to find Pam and Andy conversing.  I shut the door again. It’s not nice to eavesdrop. I hear loud footsteps approaching and my eyes widen. I throw my backpack next to the bed and hop in bed. I face the opposite direction of the door and lay down just in time. I hear the door bang open.  What if he saw me and thought I was being nosy? Who knows how he’ll react. What if I ‘fall out the window’ again?  I’m not saying I didn’t, I’m just skeptical about it. I mean I can be clumsy from time to time but to be THAT clumsy. I’m not clumsy to that extent. Or am I? Well, he did say I tripped over a book, I probably didn’t see it.  I break out of my thoughts at a throat being cleared. I sit up and turn my head to see him at the entrance eyeing me. He didn’t look too happy either. His jaw tightened. I give him a crooked smile. “Hi.”

“Hello.” He searches my face.

“What?”

“What did you hear?”  I guess that means he seen me. I frown.

“What do you mean?” He takes a step towards me and I raise an eyebrow. Okay, maybe it was best not to lie, I don’t know what this person is capable of.  “Okay, I wasn’t listening! I was going to head home and when I opened the door you guys were there, so I shut it. I heard stomping so I panicked and got into the bed and played it off.” He searches my face again and relaxes.

“Tried.”

“Huh?”

“Tried to play it off.” He corrected me. He was smirking with those tinted lips of his. I found myself getting lost at his features. How can someone appear so perfect? I stay silent and stare at him in awe and irritation. He looks amused by this. I stand up and walk towards him only to have my foot get caught on one of the straps on my backpack and trip. He takes a step forward and catches me by the waist.  My face flushes red. Why the hell do I keep tripping? I look up again to see that smirk still on his face. I scoff.

“I had myself, I wasn’t going to fall!” I get out of his arms and fix myself. My body felt warm where he had placed his hands.

“Certainly.” He’s still smirking.

“I did!”

“I never said you didn’t.”

“You were being sarcastic!”

“Really?”

“Stop!”

“Stop what?”

“You’re doing it again!”