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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Alex and Leeana were on the dance floor, enjoying each other's company as they danced to one of the slow songs. He was happy dancing with Leeana, a girl who only had eyes for him, and who was enjoying being in his arms. She smiled as she looked at him, then rested her head on Alex's shoulder.
"I wish this could last forever," said Leeana.
"Thank you for being here with me," said Alex.
"Maybe I could come to college in America," said Leeana. "To be with you. When the time comes for me to go to college, that is."
"Anything is possible, I suppose," said Alex.
He looked for his friends in the crowd, and saw Kyle and Tess dancing not far away. Max and Liz were sitting and talking at one of the tables, while Maria was getting some punch at the refreshments table.
Then he saw Isabel, in a stunning red dress, come into the gym with Rick Ashton. As far as Alex was concerned, Rick didn't even exist, because his eyes were focused on Isabel. "God, she is beautiful," thought Alex. "She looks so wonderful in red."
All of a sudden, he felt guilty for thinking about Isabel while holding onto Leeana. When the song ended, Alex led Leeana over to the table where Max and Liz were sitting. Maria joined them there.
"So, did you see Isabel come in with Mr. Moneybags?" asked Maria.
Max and Liz looked around, and picked out Isabel going onto the dance floor with Rick. Isabel was smiling, and looked like she was happy. But Alex could tell that the smile she was wearing was the one she put forth when she was trying to act happy, not when she really was happy. It bothered him.
"I hope she's okay with Rick," said Alex.
Everyone gave him a funny look. "Why wouldn't she be?" asked Max, with concern. "Is there something I should know?"
"No," said Alex, quickly. "No, please, don't get me wrong. Its just...it seems like her being with Rick is keeping her from enjoying the night with her friends, you know...like we are."
"We don't really know Rick all that well," said Maria. "Plus, we don't run in his social circles."
"Hey," said Kyle, as he and Tess sat down. "What's up?"
"Nothing really," said Liz. "We're just talking about Isabel and Rick."
"Yeah, I wish she had gone with someone else," said Kyle.
"Why?" asked Alex.
"I've heard some stories, from the other players, who have dated girls Rick had dated," said Kyle. "Nothing really concrete, its just that Rick isn't really interested in dating a girl, as much as having a pretty trophy for his arm on social occassions. Other times, he just wants to get in a girl's blouse."
"Yeah, well he'd better not try that with Isabel," said Alex, in a firm voice.
"Alex?" asked Leeana. "Are you alright?"
"Alex," said Tess. "Isabel can handle herself. I'd say of the two criteria, Isabel is the trophy girl for Rick tonight. I bet they won't even go out again because Isabel isn't an easy score."
Rick and Isabel stepped off of the dance floor, and the former headed over to the refreshments table. Alex got up out of his seat.
"Excuse me," said Alex. "I'll be right back."
He walked over to Isabel, weaving his way between dancing couples. Alex didn't exactly know what he was doing, but he felt the urgent need to make sure Isabel was okay. She saw him coming, and gave him that fake smile he knew so well.
"Hey, Alex," said Isabel. "How's it going?"
"Fine," said Alex. "How about you? Is Rick treating you well?"
Isabel gave him a strange look. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Of course he's treating me well. Why?"
"I was just looking at you across the room, and...well, you seemed kind of...nervous," said Alex.
"Well, it is the prom, and my first date with Rick," said Isabel. "Anyway, why are you staring at me? You should be thinking of Leeana."
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," said Alex. "We, me and the others...we haven't seen you all night."
"I'm fine," said Isabel, more sternly. "I'm on a date, and I don't have to hang out with you and the others ALL THE TIME! Okay?!"
Alex nodded. "Fine," he said quietly.
He saw Rick coming back, so he bid a hasty retreat back over to the table. Isabel watched Alex go, regretting that she had been so stern with him.
"What did Whitman want?" asked Rick, handing Isabel a glass of punch.
"Nothing," said Isabel. "He was just saying hi."
"Look, Isabel," said Rick. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk earlier. In the limo, I mean. I guess the champagne just kind of got me a little...tipsy, for lack of a better word."
Isabel looked at him, seeing an apologetic look on his face. His apology did make her feel more comfortable, and she was determined to have a good time this evening.
"Apology accepted," said Isabel.
Rick held up his punch glass. "To having a good time," said Rick.
Isabel tapped her punch glass with his, completing the toast. They both drank the contents of their glasses. Rick smiled, a satisfied look on his face.
"I've got you now, Isabel Evans," he thought to himself.
**
Alex was sitting alone at a table, staring at his glass of punch. Every so often, he would look up and scan the room for Isabel. He would find her with his gaze, dancing with Rick like there was nothing wrong. It should have reassured him, but he kept thinking about Isabel all night long. Alex hadn't even danced with Leeana for almost an hour. Luckily, Maria had kept her busy talking for a while. But Michael had shown up to dance with Maria, so Alex's date no longer had that distraction. She was in the bathroom at the moment, but said she wanted a dance as soon as she got back.
For the fourth time since sitting down at the table to wait for Leeana, Alex scanned the room to find Isabel. She and Rick were not on the dance floor anymore. Instead, he found them sitting at a table. Rick was talking to Isabel, but she didn't seem to be paying much attention. She had a glazed over look in her eyes, almost as if she were drunk. Alex kept staring at her, trying to gauge what was she feeling at the moment, and he didn't like the impression he was getting. The moments ticked by, and Alex almost got up twice to go over and see what was wrong. But he checked his actions both times, thinking about Isabel's earlier comments to him. She didn't want to be bothered on her date.
"Alex," said Leeana, as she came up behind her date and wrapped her arms around Alex from a standing position above him. "It's a slow song, and I want to dance."
"Sure," said Alex, casually, as he led Leeana onto the dance floor.
Leeana rested her head on Alex's shoulder, and Alex held her close to him. But he wasn't paying any attention to her, but was instead keeping his eyes locked on Isabel. He even found himself guiding himself and Leeana little by little in Isabel's direction, in an attempt to get closer to find out what was going on.
About a minute into the dance, Rick got up from his chair and pulled Isabel out of her chair with his hand. At first, Alex thought they were going back to the dance floor, but instead, they headed for the door. Isabel's demeanor was very strange to Alex, as if she really were drunk and had to lean on Rick for support. Nobody paid them much attention as they stepped out of the doors. But Alex had seen enough to make him very worried.
"Leeana," said Alex. "I'm really sorry, but I have to go and do something."
"What?" asked Leeana. "Alex, you have been strange for the past hour. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Alex. "I think I might be having a bad reaction to something....that I ate. I need to go to the restroom. Please, excuse me."
Alex headed to the same door Isabel and Rick had exited out of, leaving Leeana standing in bewilderment on the dance floor.
**
Isabel's mind was swimming in a sea of confusion. She couldn't think clearly, could barely talk, and couldn't even feel herself walking. The only thing that told her she was in motion was the fact that she could see changes in scenery as she moved. Rick's voice was near her ear, and was whispering that he was taking her somewhere to rest. She couldn't formulate a response, and didn't have the strength to pull away from Rick's firm hold over her. She could only move along, guided by Rick, to who knows where. As they exited the building and headed for the parking lot, Isabel felt helpless. She was becoming afraid, wondering what was wrong with her and where Rick was taking her.
"Where...taking me?" Isabel managed to ask.
"To the limo," said Rick. "You can rest there."
"What...why...what's..." Isabel said, as she tried to formulate questions to pose to Rick about what was happening.
"You're nice and relaxed now, Isabel," said Rick. "Now, we can have some real fun."
Isabel's mind was trying to process what was happening. She had never been more terrified in her whole life. Never before had she felt so helpless. Her powers, even if she could use them without giving herself away, were not accessible. Isabel couldn't even control her own body, much less her powers. She was filled with fear, and was trying to call out for help. But all she could manage was a whimper.
Rick opened the back door to the limo, and layed Isabel on the back seat. He then got in, and closed the door and locked it behind him.
"The driver is on break for another hour," said Rick. "Its just you and me. Ready for some fun?"
"Fun?" questioned Isabel weakly. "What..."
Rick reached for Isabel's dress, and was starting to pull it down to reveal her breasts. "I've been wanting to see the rest of these all night," he said. He leaned down and licked Isabel's throat, working his way down towards cleavage as he moaned with enjoyment. The dress was about to be pulled down enough to reveal what it concealed.
But Rick was interrupted by the sound of pounding on the window of the limo. He turned and saw someone standing outside, but in the dark of the night and looking through tinted windows, Rick couldn't quite make out who it was.
"What do you want?" he yelled.
"ISABEL!" yelled Alex.
"We're busy, get out of here, Whitman!" yelled Rick.
Isabel could hear Alex's voice, calling out to her. She clung to that call like a lifeline, knowing that help was just a call for help away. Building up her strength, she focused on Alex's pounding on the car window, his calling out to her. Finally, she was able to yell one word.
"ALEX!" she screamed, then collapsed back on the seat with renewed weakness.
End of Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight coming soon.
Don't you just love cliffhangers? Want to know what happens next? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out. Major action and drama ahead. The moment of decision has arrived. In the meantime, please do keep those reviews coming. The feedback that I have received so far is very much appreciated, and I would welcome any further feedback you could provide.
CHAPTER SEVEN:
Alex and Leeana were on the dance floor, enjoying each other's company as they danced to one of the slow songs. He was happy dancing with Leeana, a girl who only had eyes for him, and who was enjoying being in his arms. She smiled as she looked at him, then rested her head on Alex's shoulder.
"I wish this could last forever," said Leeana.
"Thank you for being here with me," said Alex.
"Maybe I could come to college in America," said Leeana. "To be with you. When the time comes for me to go to college, that is."
"Anything is possible, I suppose," said Alex.
He looked for his friends in the crowd, and saw Kyle and Tess dancing not far away. Max and Liz were sitting and talking at one of the tables, while Maria was getting some punch at the refreshments table.
Then he saw Isabel, in a stunning red dress, come into the gym with Rick Ashton. As far as Alex was concerned, Rick didn't even exist, because his eyes were focused on Isabel. "God, she is beautiful," thought Alex. "She looks so wonderful in red."
All of a sudden, he felt guilty for thinking about Isabel while holding onto Leeana. When the song ended, Alex led Leeana over to the table where Max and Liz were sitting. Maria joined them there.
"So, did you see Isabel come in with Mr. Moneybags?" asked Maria.
Max and Liz looked around, and picked out Isabel going onto the dance floor with Rick. Isabel was smiling, and looked like she was happy. But Alex could tell that the smile she was wearing was the one she put forth when she was trying to act happy, not when she really was happy. It bothered him.
"I hope she's okay with Rick," said Alex.
Everyone gave him a funny look. "Why wouldn't she be?" asked Max, with concern. "Is there something I should know?"
"No," said Alex, quickly. "No, please, don't get me wrong. Its just...it seems like her being with Rick is keeping her from enjoying the night with her friends, you know...like we are."
"We don't really know Rick all that well," said Maria. "Plus, we don't run in his social circles."
"Hey," said Kyle, as he and Tess sat down. "What's up?"
"Nothing really," said Liz. "We're just talking about Isabel and Rick."
"Yeah, I wish she had gone with someone else," said Kyle.
"Why?" asked Alex.
"I've heard some stories, from the other players, who have dated girls Rick had dated," said Kyle. "Nothing really concrete, its just that Rick isn't really interested in dating a girl, as much as having a pretty trophy for his arm on social occassions. Other times, he just wants to get in a girl's blouse."
"Yeah, well he'd better not try that with Isabel," said Alex, in a firm voice.
"Alex?" asked Leeana. "Are you alright?"
"Alex," said Tess. "Isabel can handle herself. I'd say of the two criteria, Isabel is the trophy girl for Rick tonight. I bet they won't even go out again because Isabel isn't an easy score."
Rick and Isabel stepped off of the dance floor, and the former headed over to the refreshments table. Alex got up out of his seat.
"Excuse me," said Alex. "I'll be right back."
He walked over to Isabel, weaving his way between dancing couples. Alex didn't exactly know what he was doing, but he felt the urgent need to make sure Isabel was okay. She saw him coming, and gave him that fake smile he knew so well.
"Hey, Alex," said Isabel. "How's it going?"
"Fine," said Alex. "How about you? Is Rick treating you well?"
Isabel gave him a strange look. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Of course he's treating me well. Why?"
"I was just looking at you across the room, and...well, you seemed kind of...nervous," said Alex.
"Well, it is the prom, and my first date with Rick," said Isabel. "Anyway, why are you staring at me? You should be thinking of Leeana."
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," said Alex. "We, me and the others...we haven't seen you all night."
"I'm fine," said Isabel, more sternly. "I'm on a date, and I don't have to hang out with you and the others ALL THE TIME! Okay?!"
Alex nodded. "Fine," he said quietly.
He saw Rick coming back, so he bid a hasty retreat back over to the table. Isabel watched Alex go, regretting that she had been so stern with him.
"What did Whitman want?" asked Rick, handing Isabel a glass of punch.
"Nothing," said Isabel. "He was just saying hi."
"Look, Isabel," said Rick. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk earlier. In the limo, I mean. I guess the champagne just kind of got me a little...tipsy, for lack of a better word."
Isabel looked at him, seeing an apologetic look on his face. His apology did make her feel more comfortable, and she was determined to have a good time this evening.
"Apology accepted," said Isabel.
Rick held up his punch glass. "To having a good time," said Rick.
Isabel tapped her punch glass with his, completing the toast. They both drank the contents of their glasses. Rick smiled, a satisfied look on his face.
"I've got you now, Isabel Evans," he thought to himself.
**
Alex was sitting alone at a table, staring at his glass of punch. Every so often, he would look up and scan the room for Isabel. He would find her with his gaze, dancing with Rick like there was nothing wrong. It should have reassured him, but he kept thinking about Isabel all night long. Alex hadn't even danced with Leeana for almost an hour. Luckily, Maria had kept her busy talking for a while. But Michael had shown up to dance with Maria, so Alex's date no longer had that distraction. She was in the bathroom at the moment, but said she wanted a dance as soon as she got back.
For the fourth time since sitting down at the table to wait for Leeana, Alex scanned the room to find Isabel. She and Rick were not on the dance floor anymore. Instead, he found them sitting at a table. Rick was talking to Isabel, but she didn't seem to be paying much attention. She had a glazed over look in her eyes, almost as if she were drunk. Alex kept staring at her, trying to gauge what was she feeling at the moment, and he didn't like the impression he was getting. The moments ticked by, and Alex almost got up twice to go over and see what was wrong. But he checked his actions both times, thinking about Isabel's earlier comments to him. She didn't want to be bothered on her date.
"Alex," said Leeana, as she came up behind her date and wrapped her arms around Alex from a standing position above him. "It's a slow song, and I want to dance."
"Sure," said Alex, casually, as he led Leeana onto the dance floor.
Leeana rested her head on Alex's shoulder, and Alex held her close to him. But he wasn't paying any attention to her, but was instead keeping his eyes locked on Isabel. He even found himself guiding himself and Leeana little by little in Isabel's direction, in an attempt to get closer to find out what was going on.
About a minute into the dance, Rick got up from his chair and pulled Isabel out of her chair with his hand. At first, Alex thought they were going back to the dance floor, but instead, they headed for the door. Isabel's demeanor was very strange to Alex, as if she really were drunk and had to lean on Rick for support. Nobody paid them much attention as they stepped out of the doors. But Alex had seen enough to make him very worried.
"Leeana," said Alex. "I'm really sorry, but I have to go and do something."
"What?" asked Leeana. "Alex, you have been strange for the past hour. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Alex. "I think I might be having a bad reaction to something....that I ate. I need to go to the restroom. Please, excuse me."
Alex headed to the same door Isabel and Rick had exited out of, leaving Leeana standing in bewilderment on the dance floor.
**
Isabel's mind was swimming in a sea of confusion. She couldn't think clearly, could barely talk, and couldn't even feel herself walking. The only thing that told her she was in motion was the fact that she could see changes in scenery as she moved. Rick's voice was near her ear, and was whispering that he was taking her somewhere to rest. She couldn't formulate a response, and didn't have the strength to pull away from Rick's firm hold over her. She could only move along, guided by Rick, to who knows where. As they exited the building and headed for the parking lot, Isabel felt helpless. She was becoming afraid, wondering what was wrong with her and where Rick was taking her.
"Where...taking me?" Isabel managed to ask.
"To the limo," said Rick. "You can rest there."
"What...why...what's..." Isabel said, as she tried to formulate questions to pose to Rick about what was happening.
"You're nice and relaxed now, Isabel," said Rick. "Now, we can have some real fun."
Isabel's mind was trying to process what was happening. She had never been more terrified in her whole life. Never before had she felt so helpless. Her powers, even if she could use them without giving herself away, were not accessible. Isabel couldn't even control her own body, much less her powers. She was filled with fear, and was trying to call out for help. But all she could manage was a whimper.
Rick opened the back door to the limo, and layed Isabel on the back seat. He then got in, and closed the door and locked it behind him.
"The driver is on break for another hour," said Rick. "Its just you and me. Ready for some fun?"
"Fun?" questioned Isabel weakly. "What..."
Rick reached for Isabel's dress, and was starting to pull it down to reveal her breasts. "I've been wanting to see the rest of these all night," he said. He leaned down and licked Isabel's throat, working his way down towards cleavage as he moaned with enjoyment. The dress was about to be pulled down enough to reveal what it concealed.
But Rick was interrupted by the sound of pounding on the window of the limo. He turned and saw someone standing outside, but in the dark of the night and looking through tinted windows, Rick couldn't quite make out who it was.
"What do you want?" he yelled.
"ISABEL!" yelled Alex.
"We're busy, get out of here, Whitman!" yelled Rick.
Isabel could hear Alex's voice, calling out to her. She clung to that call like a lifeline, knowing that help was just a call for help away. Building up her strength, she focused on Alex's pounding on the car window, his calling out to her. Finally, she was able to yell one word.
"ALEX!" she screamed, then collapsed back on the seat with renewed weakness.
End of Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight coming soon.
Don't you just love cliffhangers? Want to know what happens next? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out. Major action and drama ahead. The moment of decision has arrived. In the meantime, please do keep those reviews coming. The feedback that I have received so far is very much appreciated, and I would welcome any further feedback you could provide.