Here is Chapter 4! Sorry it took so long. I know, I know. But I really hope you like it. Happy reading!

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Chapter Four

"Please, Clark. The Strobe?" I ask skeptically as he pulls his old red Chevy into the back lot.

"Come on, Anna, cheer up. You'll have fun." He says as he pulls a hard right on the steering wheel to beat an old Chevrolet to a parking spot. "Plus, I get to see you in a dress! It's a miracle!" He throws his hands up in the air as I smack him.

"Shut up, Clark. You're not helping at all. I can't believe I even agreed to come."

"Ah, Anna. Just get out of the car and you'll have fun. Maybe you'll meet a guy." He wiggles his eyebrows. I laugh and step out of the car.

"You are so not getting a girl tonight, Clark, and you know it."

He looks at me in mocking pain, clutching his chest. "That hurt, Anna. Right here." He stabs his finger towards his heart.

I laugh. "You'll get over it."

I take his hand and together, we walk towards the entrance to get our hands stamped.

The body guard stares at me for a moment before Clark clears his throat, snapping the guard out of his trance and quickly stamping my hand.

"That ass," Clark mutters in my ear. I chuckle and lightly smack his cheek.

"You're the ass, Clark." I say jokingly.

He stares at me for a moment before brilliantly replying "At least my ass is something worth looking at."

I burst into a fit of hysteric giggles as he drags me onto the dance floor.

"Dance with me?" He turns on his heel under the pulsating lights and extends his hand. I laugh and take it cautiously.

"Of course," I say, trying to keep my voice from cracking with giggles.

Clark grabs my waist and pulls me a little too close. I shove my hands against his chest. "A little too close, Clark." I shout into his ear.

I feel his laugh vibrate through his chest. "Anna, you have to dance close or else someone else will steal you. It's crowded, if you haven't noticed."

Oh, I had noticed. The illusions were coming, and I could hear everyone's thoughts jumbling into a big, sloppy ball of thoughts. It was throbbing through my ears, but I tried to push it away. Clark wanted to dance and have some fun. I would push away the pain.

"Fine." I sigh, letting him drag me closer and slipping my hands over his shoulders.

Clark unwraps one of his arms to take my arms away from him, moving them down to his chest.

"What the hell…?" I murmur, letting the questioning look overfill my eyes.

He leans down into my ear. "Shoulders for formal dancing. This isn't formal. You'll look stupid if you put your arms around my shoulders."

I sigh and moves my hands down to his chest. If I hadn't been ready to date, I would have definitely dated Clark.

For one, because he was nice. But, also because he was really strong.

I could feel his biceps and six-pack ripple as he pulled me closer. I allowed my hands to roam over the planes of his chest as he smiled down at me.

He leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm really glad you decided to come, Anna." He whispers in my ear. His voice is shaky, nervous.

Since when had Clark been nervous? He had always been a straight-forward, flirty type of guy that would walk by girls and give them goose-bumps down their arms. He was popular, and yes, he was gorgeous. No girl in their right mind didn't want him.

Including me.

I pondered these thoughts as we swayed rapidly under the strobe lights that sweeped around the club.

Maybe I was ready for a boyfriend. Maybe I could kiss Clark, and still be okay being just friends and having sleepovers.

Maybe I could do this. Maybe….

Clark's white dazzling smile pierced into my face as he leaned down hesitantly. I was still torn on whether or not I could do this, so I idiotically stood frozen.

His warm lips touched mine, molding easily around them. I just stood there as he kissed me.

I realized what he was doing, and made my decision.

I unfroze and let my lips move across his. When he felt that I had accepted, he kissed me harder, his hands moving up and down my back. I knotted one hand in his sandy brown hair, tangling locks of hair through my fingers. My other hand moved down to his back.

He kissed me passionately, his lips parting as he started to take in large gasps of breath from my lungs as I took in his breath.

I wasn't sure how we got here, but I was soon pressed up against a brick wall, my feet rubbing the backs of his legs. His arms were on either side of my face, keeping me against the wall.

I kissed him fiercely, even though a burning, raging fire was erupting in my lungs. My heart was pounding wildly, as was Clark's.

One of his hands moved down to my chest to feel my heartbeat. When he felt it beating wildly, he laughed huskily against my lips. I giggled against his, loving the way his soft lips felt against mine.

I push him away when I realize what I'm doing. I put my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. Clark is panting as well, staring at me incredulously.

"Well…" He pants through gusts of air.

"Well…" I say shakily. "I'm going to go grab a breather outside."

"Okay," Clark says. "I'll…I'll just meet you back in here."

He leans in for a kiss again, but I turn my head to the side so it lands on my cheek. He pulls back and I see the hurt look on his face, but I sadly look at him and then run out the back door.

I run over to a low wall that has moss clinging to it. A tall fence stands against the back of the wall, making the perfect seat.

I fall onto the ledge, releasing the pressure off my shaky legs. What had I just done? I had probably led Clark to think I was ready to date. But I wasn't, I knew that.

I felt horrible. Things were going to be extremely awkward now, and I couldn't bear it. I wish I could take back the last fifteen minutes that I had kissed Clark and basically shoved my tongue down his throat.

I groan and let my head fall into my clammy hands. I was an idiot.

No, I was worse. I was a bitch that strung boys along. Or, at least, strung Clark along.

Thunder roared above my head as hard drops of rain slammed against my skin and the pavement beneath me. Clark's thoughts seeped into my mind.

"I hope she doesn't hate me. Why the hell did I do that? Ugh, I'm an idiot. Things aren't going to be the same. I just hope she forgives me."

I let hot flushed tears trail down my cheeks. They felt like lava flow compared to the icy droplets of rain that fell from the sky.

In the distance, I heard an owl cry to the black night.

My ears instantly became acute and aware of the sounds around me.

His song, his cry. It was about sadness and pain. He mourned for his lost family. For his young one and his mate that had passed away.

The owl was alone.

I could picture him in my mind's eye, and before I knew what I was doing, I was off, running towards the forest.