The bus ride was short and sweet. We should have walked like I said. Just as I thought, the music was playing-as always-and couples were dancing. The food was my first stop. I was hungry. No, not that. I was starving.
The moon appeared in the sky and glowed a settle white. The smell of the food triggered my senses and sent me running over to the tent.
I ended up running head first into a boy.
"Ow!" I complain as I hit the ground.
"Sorry, miss!" I look up and see a gentleman standing before me. His golden hair flies in the wind. His eyes gleam, although he is squinting. He begins to apologize, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine. You frightened me!" I joke and punch him lightly in the arm. He returns the playful manner and begins to observe my looks. I giggle and take his hand when he offers me it. I slide right on up with the guidance of his muscular arms.
"Looks like this isn't the first time you've fallen today." He laughs as he gazes at my bandaged knee. So it is noticeable. Knowing that people see my bandaged knee, gives me a wave of guilt. I glance at the people around us, but immediately regret it. A few upper-class students are staring at me. It takes me a second to realise why, until I remember. I am in the arms of a handsome boy. Nice Rem, now all the ladies think that he is yours. Great. Now they think that we have something there, yet so clearly there isn't. Grabbing hold to the present, I decide if I should act like his girlfriend to make these girls jealous, or not. In the end, deciding to make them think this random boy and I are something will make them intimidated. And that was what I wanted walking into this mess, I remind myself.
Focusing on the last playful conversation between me and him, I begin to play along by teasing right back, "Well, can you imagine how hard it is to get out the door wearing this thing?" I point at my frilly dress and begin to spin in a circle around myself. He laughs, and then his eyes meet mine.
Nope. Don't do it. But it is too late, I feel as though my heart just melted like the snow on a sunny day. Yes I wanted to find a partner, but why did it seem like a competition? It was hard to believe that this guy right in front of me might be falling for me. Quickly, I remind myself, No. This guy could already have a lover of his own. I have to accept that thought because I don't want to fall in love and be seen as prey. Then again, I revise my thoughts. He has many lovers, but he may only love one. And with all the ladies watching us in this moment, it could not feel more romantic. My eyes on his. If this is who I was destined to meet, why did the romance I was picturing have to start with me falling on the ground? But, my heart fluttered as my eyes met his and I knew what was happening.
"Excuse me, miss," he stumbles on his words, "I didn't catch your name?"
He said miss, so proper. I can tell why the ladies were vultures around him. "Remi," I say quickly, "My name is Remi." I blush and look away. Stop talking so fast, I coach myself. My hand glides to my face and brushes a strand of hair away from my eyes. The sounds around begin to reappear. I hear the band playing songs and the cacophony of talking and dining people.
"Well, Remi," he says, trying to get my attention. I look up at him and stare into his green eyes. We settled there once again. Our eyes staring at each other for a while. Except this time he continues speaking, "Would you like to dance?"
Without giving it much thought I spit out, "Yes."
Then I realize, I suck at dancing. I warn him, "Be careful, I'm terrible."
He chuckles and begins to take my waist. I immediately feel my shoulders relax and I take his hand. He asked me to dance! My stomach does a quick backflip. Sighing, I look up to see him smile. The smile is contagious, because I begin to mimic the action. He says, "We'll start slow."
He leads me around the dance floor and it turns out he's a really good dancer. I feel the question rising and decide to ask him, "What is your name?"
"Oh, right. So stupid of me to not fully introduce myself." He chuckles again and I feel him suck in a deep breath. "My name is Jaxson. But you can call me Jax."
We break apart and I offer my hand. He takes it and he gives me a nice gentle shake. I say, "It was very nice meeting Jax."
"Same to you, Remi."
We both nod and turn to leave. I sense that he doesn't want to go, and most importantly I don't want to either. As I make my way to the food, my heart flutters again. Then I'm stuck wondering if his heart is doing the same thing.
