“Come on. Don’t spike it.”
He rolled his eyes at me before filling his cup with the crimson liquid, and it was only then that he discreetly added a splash from his flask.
“Pour some on mine, too,” Siege said from behind me as his hands found my waist, and I looked back at him, with a look that said ‘really?’
“And me,” Nero spoke next, and of course, I gave him the same judgmental look I gave the other two. “What? The season’s over. Let me celebrate our win a little, C.”
I didn’t want to be a pain in their asses if tonight was for fun. As long as they don’t overdo it, and they don’t act like drunk bastards, wreaking havoc at the party, then I guess it’s fine.
We’ve done more unusual acts than drinking at a high school dance by society’s standards.
If I was thankful to the alcohol for anything, it was that as the night grew, it loosened the guys up. I managed to take them out to the dance floor, and they danced along with me, a respectabledistance between us that didn’t give everyone a show of our relationship.
The night was calming down from its fun start as the dances turned from silly and upbeat to ones of slower music.
“May I have this dance?” Siege asked, hand out for me to take, while Dex squeezed his shoulder and walked to the edge of the dance floor with Nero in tow.
I playfully curtsied before I placed my hand on Siege’s palm, and with one gentle tug, he was placing his arms around me while I had mine on his shoulders, my head on his chest.
Surprisingly, it was a sweet dance. No innuendos. No seductive touches.
It was just Siege and me dancing to the soft beats of the instruments until the song changed to one that I recognized.
I started to sing under my breath, unable to stop myself, and I almost froze when I heard a voice join mine.
Siege.
Siege was singing as I felt his lips touch my ear, his voice low.
He was fulfilling his promise. That when he sings for me, it will be for me, and my ears only.
I could feel my heart racing as he continued to sing the lyrics of finding a girl who painted his black and white life to one full of colors he’s never seen.
He sang about a girl who painted the walls he’s built up, seeing them as canvases instead of an obstacle.
He sang about thanking God every day for how she was made.
And all of it was for me.
I pulled away after the song ended, enough to look up at him, as I asked, “Did you plan that?”
Siege only smirked, giving me a wink before he was twirling me around where Dex was waiting for me to dance with him next.
Making a mental note to grill Siege about it later, I let thoughts of Siege go to the back of my mind so I can focus on Dex.
He took my hand, and everything that made up Siege and I’s dance was the complete opposite for Dex.
He showered my ear with suggestive whispers, and his touch on my back would grow dangerously close to my butt every now and then, that I’m sure I had my cheeks a red shade the whole time we were dancing.
Dex didn’t prepare a surprise song for me, unlike his best friend, but our time on the dance floor was nothing short of perfect in its own style, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The current music was coming to an end, and after four songs danced with my guys, I was ready to retreat and grab another plate of snacks. I see Nero walking towards us, eyes on me as if to say something, but the speakers started to blast an upbeat song again.
“What is it?” I asked Nero with a smile, but he was looking away, making me follow his gaze to the stage where Principal Jackson was coming up and tapping the mic, making it feedback.
“Uh, nothing,” Nero said as Principal Jackson’s stern voice silenced the music and the movement on the dance floor.
“Good evening, Fallen Oaks High!”
