Craving

(Chapter 4)

Chapter 4

The dance, the lights, the adrenaline of knowing I would see Tristan here, all was overwhelming to comprehend. I looked around the dance floor, to many people to count, shocked eyes on me. Some whispering, "Why is she here?" I rolled my eyes and kept walking, looking around everywhere I went. "Where is he?!" I hissed, the booming music blocking my voice.

"Hey!" Arabella ran up to me, her hair in bouncy curls, she wore a dark green long dress and sparkling green eye shadow, she looked like an Earth Goddess.

"Hi," I said, looking around for Tristan.

"Lookin for someone?" Arabella ask me.

"Uhhhh," I paused, why would I let Tristan control my night? "No one."

She laughed, "Okay, well I want a drink girly. You comin?"

I shrugged, "Sure." Arabella led me to the courtyard, the light breeze hitting me. We walked to a long table in the middle of the courtyard, tons of punch and water bottles on it. As she filled her plastic cup with pink punch I grabbed a water bottle.

"Water?" she questioned.

"Well I honestly don't trust a punch bowl at a high school, let alone a high school dance."

Her eyes went wide with understanding, and quickly put down her cup and picked up a water bottle. "Good idea."

I laughed, "Yeah, now what?"

"Ya'll haven't really went to a dance before have ya?"

I shook my head, "Not since eighth grade."

She sighed, "We dance silly!"

"Well ya, but don't we have to-never mind."

"Have a date?"

"Uh yeah."

She laughed, "Nah you don't. Come on!"

I walked inside with her, seeing a line of, grinding. I shivered, so gross. "Are you going to?"

She followed my gaze, "Uh actually, I was.... Never mind I won't."

"No, no it's fine. Have fun."

"Well what about you?"

"I'll be fine."

"Hmm okay." She skipped over to the line and disappeared.

I sighed and sat down on a bench in the back. Delilah would have loved it here. I know it. She would dance like crazy, and I would actually have tons of friends.....but I guess it changed. I wish she was alive because that's when I was bright and happy. Now, she seems to be a monster, one that-

"Hey," a voice startled me, making me jump.

"Uh hi," I replied forcing myself to look at Tristan, he wore a black suit, almost as dark as his hair. My stomach did a little flip, he looked great.

"I thought you were going to text me when you got here."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I just haven't texted anyone in the longest time."

He laughed, "It's okay, I'm just playing."

I huffed, "Sure."

"I'm serious!"

I laughed, "It's okay, I'm just playing." Then we both started to laugh.

"Why you alone? What about Arabella?"

"She's-" I pointed to the grinding area.

"Oh, I see. And you don't like that?"

"No. Do you?"