Valentine's Dance
Chapter 6: Reasons Why
Amy stared into the breathtaking depths of Ian Kabra's gorgeous amber eyes.
"Uh, hi." He laughed nervously, clearly worried that she would hurt him. Again.
"So you were spying on me," she mused in an 'I knew it' tone. "How very Lucian of you."
The boy gave her his infamous smirk.
"It's who I am, Ames."
She quickly pushed down the feeling of butterflies in her stomach and hoped her face wasn't as red as she felt it was.
"That's even worse than 'love'," the redhead muttered.
"But doesn't your brother and that Evan kid call you that?"
Amy rolled her eyes and retorted. "It worse when you say it and Evan's the same age as you, idiot."
Ian gasped mockingly, putting a hand to his chest. "Wow, that really hurts. It hurts right here, you know." He said, pointing at where his heart would be.
"And that's where you'll find a poisoned dart if you don't shut up." She snapped making Ian wince.
"Um, Amy?"
"What?"
"Can I let go now?"
She blushed, realizing they've stayed in the same position for a while now. "Y-yes, you can."
Amy hated how just being in the vicinity of the Kabra boy turned her tongue to lead. Just when she thought she just got rid of her stutter too!
She stood up straight, brushing invisible dust off her clothes. "Now let's go," She said, grabbing his arm. "I really don't want to be late for class again because of you."
The Lucian sighed. Will the dragging ever end? He thought as the jade eyed redhead dragged him back to the school.
~Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling~
People were starting to set up decorations. A flurry of red, pink and white could be seen everywhere. Hearts of every size dotted the walls and ceiling. Ian could only imagine how the gym would look like at the dance. But he could also imagine how the coach would feel with all the 'girly' colors scattered around his gym.
Heading to his locker, he just stared at it in disgust. The thing was practically bursting with Valentine cards, asking him to take whoever to the dance.
The Valentine's Dance, he remarked thoughtfully to himself. It's more of a nuisance, really.
The past few days, when he had first arrived, girls threw themselves at him and started flirting non-stop.
"I'm starting to regret agreeing to Natalie's plan," he muttered, opening his locker and watching frilly pink cards shower the ground.
The only reason he actually had to do this stupid exchange program was because of that infuriating demon called his sister.
Natalie bribed the principal of their prestigious private school to have him do it. Said she was getting sick of 'his mopey attitude over that Cahill girl' and forced to go and do whatever. But he had a vague suspicion that it was just an excuse to have him leave the house and steal all his credit cards for shopping.
He was starting to think his sister sent him here on this particular month on purpose.
Ian grimaced at the sight of an open card that was filled with sloppy lipstick marks and drool.
"You like her, don't you?" A knowing voice sounded behind him.
Turning around, he saw Amy's freaky best friend, Melissa.
"What?" He asked her. "Who are you talking about?"
"Amy," she replied in a strange voice. "You like her." She repeated.
Ian quirked an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I do?"
"It's blatantly obvious, so just tell her already!" She rolled her eyes. And things soon got weird as Melissa spoke her next sentence.
"And because," she paused. "Melissa knows all..." She said ominously, backing away and disappearing as a group passed by.
Ian blinked. "Weirdo," he muttered as he turned back to the mess that was pouring out of his locker.
~And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly~
Ian walked to the mansion with his hands in his pockets. A blushing tomato named Amy walked next to him, several books clutched to her chest.
Probably still remembering the incident earlier, he smirked. He just loved the effect he had on girls, but Amy's reactions appealed to him more. He liked the way she would seem flustered around him. The way she would stammer around him, but would speak normally around others.
Before the clue hunt, the redhead was shy and meek, more of a mouse than human.
Now, she's more confident; more sure of herself. She wasn't afraid to stand up to others anymore. But she was- no, is still Amy Cahill. The adorable, stuttering bookworm who liked staying in libraries all day.
Ian sighed. Look at me, he thought. A Kabra liking a peasant. Maybe even falling in love with one. If Isabel had been here, she would most likely have Amy killed some in some way, just to put him in place.
All his life, he was taught that feelings were a weakness; something he should never bother with and just ignore. But he could feel things he couldn't explain.
At the mere presence of the girl, he could feel the loud thumping of his heart, the churning and fluttering in his stomach, the warm feeling spreading over him.
And, Ian decided, he liked it.
The boy had been told that Kabras always got what they want. And he wanted the girl who had him captivated by a single glance, to be his and his alone.
Amy Cahill.
While Ian was busy thinking, Amy had her own train of thoughts.
The main one was fairly obvious. Ian Kabra.
Ian, the confusing enigma of her life. The boy who toyed with her feelings in South Korea. The boy who had left her to die in a cave. But also the boy who had helped make her who she was today. And she was thankful for that.
She could still remember what she did only a few days before, jumping into said boy's arms after a breakup with Evan. Maybe it was because he was a familiar face. Or that she couldn't stand being betrayed again. But it could also be the feelings she had locked up long ago finally resurfacing.
When they touched, be it a mere brush of skin, electricity passed and shivers crawled down her spine.
She had once felt this feeling before, when she was with Evan, only it had been very light. But with Ian...
It was simply amazing. Amy wondered if that was what it's like to be in love.
The feeling was multiplied by a million. It felt so...so tantalizing, that she just wanted to keep touching him. Like to hold his warm hand forever.
The Madrigal girl blushed heavily at the thought.
"We're here," the Kabra said quietly, shaking her out of her reverie.
Grace's Mansion towered before her, her annoying brother waving his hand frantically in the air as he stood at the front door.
~Can't you feel my heart beat fast?~
"Amy!" Dan yelled as he ran towards the two teens.
"What is it?" I cried. "Did something happen?"
"Yes!" He nodded his head vigorously. "Something very bad has happened!"
Then he paused.
Finally, he said, "All the junk food has been thrown away!"
Disbelief was etched into their faces. Ian pinched the bridge of his nose while Amy face-palmed.
"Idiot." A certain Lucian muttered.
The two proceeded inside the house, completely ignoring the younger boy.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Dan shouted as he crossed his arms. "This is serious!"
Their only response was a sigh.
~I want this to last~
Amy dumped her bag at the door of her room. She kicked off her shoes before jumping on her bed and lying down eagle-spread as she closed her eyes while sleep tried to claim her.
A loud buzzing noise emanated from her vibrating phone. The redhead groaned before opening her bright, jade green eyes.
1 new text message, it blinked. She sighed. And yet again, I am interrupted by a text, she thought, feeling frustrated. Amy opened it, raising an eyebrow.
Me recontrer dans le jardins. ~I.K.
It was in French. She only knew a handful of people who could speak it. After the clue hunt, Nellie started giving her lessons on different languages. She could remember asking Nellie to teach her French sometime near the beginning of the hunt. And the initials were a dead give away.
The girl sighed. "I guess a look wouldn't hurt," she said to herself.
~I need you by my side~
Ian calmly waited in the garden, sitting on a bench. He was sure that she would come.
The amber eyed boy's watchful eyes scanned the area before landing on the figure of a girl named Amy, which made his heart skip several beats.
Even with her disheveled appearance, the girl never failed to take his breath away.
"H-hi Ian," she said wearily, silently cursing her stutter.
Nervous questions popped into his head. What if she said no? What if something would happen? What if- the Lucian mentally grimaced. He'd been spending too much time with her.
All nerves he had vanished and confidence returned. It was now or never.
"Amy," Ian started to ask.
Me recontrer dans le jardins - Meet me in the garden
I'm sorry for the long delay. There was something wrong with the internet. And when it finally started working, the iPad I was using to update was with my dad and I was left with my iPod, which hasn't been updated for years and the chapter was written on the iPad. So I had absolutely no way to update until today. And I am happy to announce that this story is nearing its end. I don't know how many more chapters it'll take till it's done, but this story should be done by 8/3/13. As for why it will take that long is that I have an exam coming up, so I needed to study. Thank you for reading!