Here it is! Chapter 2, finally. I apologize for the long break, but hopefully the length of the chapter and the contents will make up for it. :)
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~ Sade
English was going by tediously slowly. She watched the hands of the clock drag on, as if taunting her.
Her mind was on other things. For one, the cocky brunette she had ran into at the coffee shop. Sebastian Smythe. He was something alright, unlike the pretty boys at Dalton, or the wannabe 'bad boys' at McKinnley. The way he looked at her, it made something inside of her warm. It had been a while since she had felt like that. She liked his smooth, velvet voice, the way it drawled on.
She looked up at the balding, middle aged scrooge who was droning on and on. He had a military stance, and was parading around the room. The bell finally rang, jolting her out of her reverie. She sat up and stuffed her books into her bag.
Getting up ahead of most who were still jotting down notes, she walked out of the classroom, trying to focus on the days plans.
Quinn, Kurt and her were going out to shop for Quinn's aunt's wedding. It was their friday ritual. They were going to stop by the coffee shop before though, she idly wondered if she'd see a particular Warbler again.
She watched Kurt and Mercedes discuss what appeared to be a very serious topic. Rolling her eyes, Jade walked up to them. Mercedes and her Sam drama were far too boring. Jade was used to a more exciting life.
Back at Manhattan, she and her girl friends used to be out all night. Granted she used to come back wasted, and the rest of the day was spent recovering from hangovers, but at least it was fun.
Spontaneous trips to Brazil, Paris and so much more. She sighed remembering the view from the Eiffel tower. This small town was unbelievably boring. She didn't even know if they had any decent clubs.
Her parents didn't really get in her way, for that they would have to be home once in a while. They were usually traveling on business trips. Oh yes, she was that kid, the spoilt rich kid who did whatever she wanted. Or she used to be anyway, the past two years had changed her. Slowly on the road to recovery, she was healing. When she was with Sebastian, she felt an old spark in her. It was the feeling of risk, of danger, a feeling she thought she had left behind.
She saw her gay best friend shoving books rather testily into his locker after Mercedes walked away.
"Hey, how was Hamlet? Or Shakespeare, whatever!" Kurt asked with a wave of his hands. "You will not believe Sam! He says he wants her back now. I honestly don't know what's going on with them." He squeaked animatedly.
"Yeah Kurt, tragedy. She can't decide between the homeless one or the weight lifter." She said, rolling her eyes. Bitch. A voice inside of her whispered.
"And why are you in the mood today?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow, slightly pouting. She smiled internally, such a diva.
"Parents. But lets not discuss my family issues." She smiled hollowly. She had seen them in the morning, and attempted conversation. They shut her out with stoic answers as they always did.
"Fair enough. I was thinking Mark Jacobs for me, and we can check out Sacs for the two of you. Barney's has sunk to the level of Blooming dales, we cannot be caught in there." He said theatrically, she laughed.
"Oh heavens no! The shame!" she replied with a faux expression of disgust.
"It saddens me that you do not understand the importance of these conquests." Kurt said shaking his head.
"And I'm glad you do darling, because we would be like lost sheep. Aching for their gay shepherd to lead them to the fine pastures of couture."
Rolling his eyes, he said "And I'm the dramatic one."
"That you cannot deny." She said linking her arm to his and marching to Quinn's locker.
"Are you two ready?" Quinn asked touching up her makeup in her locker mirror.
"Yup, but first I need my caffeine." Kurt reminded her. She just noticed his outfit, it was remarkably toned down, compared to his usual choice. He wore a large grey sweater over dark wash jeans, and ankle boots. He tugged on his sweater and they made their way to the parking lot. They were going in Jade's car.
She lead the way to a bright red Range Rover, a birthday gift from her parents. It was anything but subtle.
They reached the cafe in ten minutes thanks to Jade's tendency to barely cover the speed limit. Grateful that they had reached, Kurt staggered out and fixed his hair.
"I'm driving to the mall." Quinn stated, glad to be on solid ground.
They followed an amused Jade into the little cafe as Kurt whispered to Quinn, "Do you think they have speed limits in New York? I'll be taking the subway if everybody drives like that!"
Quinn laughed and they entered, searching for a seat while Jade went to order their coffee.
Jade struggled to juggle the three cups as she turned, nearly bumping into somebody. "Sorry." She apologized quickly, looking up, to see a Dalton blazer. She smirked, looking up to an amused Sebastian.
"And so we meet again." He grinned, taking a cup from her.
"Yeah, you spend a lot of time here?" she asked, glad to see him even though she wasn't completely sure why. He was cocky and presumably gay. She shouldn't have been so glad to run into him, and her stomach definitely shouldn't have been feeling a particular fluttering.
He looked at the beautiful girl with the sparkling eyes. She didn't look particularly pleased to see him, even though she seemed it at first. It was almost like she was contradicting herself with each moment.
"Lately I have been." he answered, unable to resist gazing into her eyes.
"More school work?" she smirked, looking into his watery blue eyes.
"Partially."
"Alright, well thanks for the help. I'll take that." She said, reaching over with full hands.
"Where's your table?" he smirked holding the cup out of her reach, and she rolled her eyes. She began to lead the way to a table where she could see the back of Quinn's head.
Kurt saw them walking up to their table and Jade watched his expression change into one of hostility. Her brows furrowed, what was his problem?
"Oh." Sebastian said, with an expression she could only call the 'bitch face' after having watched Santana do it several times.
"What?" she asked sharply.
"I know your friend. Kurt." He said, and she could have sworn she saw a look of worry in his eyes, before returning to the attitude. The dislike was evident in his face.
"And?"
"He doesn't exactly like me." He replied, and she wondered whether he meant it as just a friend, or more. There was no bitterness, or scorn to his voice, just simple dislike.
"Why?" she said, they were almost to the table.
Sebastian only smirked in response.
"Hey guys, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Quinn." She said, gesturing to the both of them. "And apparently you two know each other." She said, turning to Kurt. She heard the bluntness in her own voice.
"Pleasure to meet you." Sebastian said in his velvet voice, smiling at Quinn, and she flushed. "Likewise." She replied shaking his hand. She was still smiling as she took her cup and sipped from it. Jade felt uncomfortable watching, she looked to Kurt instead. It was frustrating when both genders were a threat.
A threat to whom? You? You aren't even dating him. He's probably gay. A voice in her head said. She cleared her head, she was being ridiculous.
"Hello." Kurt said coldly. "Hi Kurt, how's Blaine doing?" Sebastian asked with a charming smile, his tone superior.
"He's great." Kurt said shortly, sipping from his cup. Jade raised her eyebrows, what the hell was going on?
"May I borrow you for a second?" Sebastian asked, turning to Jade. Giving up on Kurt, she walked away from the table with him.
"I've gotta go, but I was hoping I could see you tonight?" He asked with his signature smirk.
"Where?" She replied, curious.
"Casanova. It's one of the few clubs this place has." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Where is it?" She asked, excited for a night out.
"How about I pick you up?" He replied, answering a question with another. She debated internally whether that would be a good idea, and finally gave in.
"Sure." She replied.
"Could I have your number?" He asked, and she saw a hint of worry pass his features again. It was almost like he was nervous.
She took out a pen from her bag, and grabbed a napkin from a table and jotted down her number and address on it.
She watched him fold it up and tuck it into his pocket. "How about I pick you up at about eight?" He asked, regaining his cocky demeanor.
"Sounds good." She said, wondering if it was a date. Most people didn't exactly go to clubs for their first dates. Then again, they weren't most people.
"It's a date." He confirmed, and she felt her stomach do flips. He was exuberant, she had agreed to go with him. There was the matter of explaining a certain situation, but that would have to come later. He didn't want her to judge him for certain things going on.
"See you later then, Smythe." She said turning and returning back to the table. He watched her for the first few seconds, like the first time, before leaving.
She walked back to the table, feeling very light. She wasn't sure what was going on, she hadn't felt like this about a guy in years. He guy exuded an air of confidence and risk.
"What did he want?'' Kurt asked, annoyance clouding his tone.
''He asked me to go out tonight. And what is your deal?'' she asked, tired of his attitude.
"Blaine and I saw him here last week.'' Was all he said, before glaring at the table.
''And?'' Quinn asked, confused.
''And they seem to get along very well.'' Kurt said irritated.
''I don't think you have much to worry about. He asked Jade out didn't he?'' Quinn reasoned out, but Jade herself wasn't too sure about him.
''He obviously meant as friends, or maybe he goes both ways, who knows?'' he replied looking at a perplexed Jade.
''Uh.. Yeah.'' was all she managed before standing up.
''We should go.'' She said, her thoughts a mess. Was he only platonically insterested in her? That wouldn't explain his statement though. But it would explain what she saw at Dalton. When she walked in, she saw him watching Blaine, in an almost scrutinizing manner. And then Kurt's attitude. Maybe he was actually just interested in Blaine and trying to get to know him through her.
She forgot about it soon enough as the three of them lapsed into conversations about fabrics and shoes.
They checked out Sacs, and found Quinn a baby pink gown with an empire waist and ruffles. It went wonderfully with her barbie blonde hair and sleek figure.
Quinn also helped Jade pick up a dress for the night as well. It was a black piece, with a tight bodice and ruffles for the skirt. It was mid-thigh length. Kurt bought himself a suit and some new shoes just for kicks.
Content with their purchases, they decided to leave. Jade, because she needed to get ready for her date, or whatever it was. Kurt; because he had a dinner date with Blaine. And Quinn because she was having dinner with Sam.
"Oh, and here I thought he was fawning after Mercedes." Jade remarked with a scandalous smile. She didn't particularly enjoy drama, but it made for amusing stories.
Quinn said nothing, but blushed and took out her phone. They were in the car on the way to Quinn's house.
"Yeah, Mercedes has been going nuts over the past few weeks, and you're going on a date with him?" Kurt squeaked, disbelief colouring his tone.
"It's just one date. Besides isn't Mercedes dating Shaun?" Quinn replied, unfazed. She took out a compact and began fussing over her hair.
"Yeah, but she and Sam had a fling in the summer." Kurt said, keeping his eyes on the road. Jade raised her eyebrows, this was news.
"And the body builder doesn't know?" Quinn asked turning to Kurt, interested.
"No." Kurt replied sharply, a warning in his tone. "She's going to tell him when she's ready." He said, staring in front, his poker face on.
"He would snap Sam in half like a twig." Jade smirked, looking ahead, pressing down on the pedal.
"We are going to be in pieces if you don't slow down." Quinn remarked shrilly, before snapping her compact shut and glaring at Jade in the review mirror.
Jade grinned and pulled up by Quinn's house. "See you guys."
"Enjoy yourself tonight." Quinn said with a suggestive smile and got out.
"Uh, yeah. Have fun." Kurt said in an unconvincing tone, with an apologetic smile. Jade didn't mind. It was already seven fifteen, she needed to get to her house.
Getting back on the roads, she ignored the speed limit and roared past the roads, receiving many honks and rude words she couldn't hear over the engine.
She wanted to laugh. People in this town had obviously never gone past their obnoxiously small streets and highways.
She approached her house and pulled up into the driveway.
Her house was larger than most here. She shoved her keys into the door and walked into the empty house. Her footsteps echoed into the large living room.
Home sweet home.
Her living room was designed to look as homely as possible, but it didn't quite have the right ambience. Two walls were a deep maroon, while one was left white.
A large black, leather couch sat facing a wall with a 62 inch plasma screen. Two armchairs surrounded the large couch, and to complete the set up; a glass table sat in between the chairs.
Vases filled with flowers sat on the table. Statues of various ethnicities and animals were scattered all around the room. A huge red Persian rug sat underneath the seating, bringing together the earth toned arrangement. There was even a bar in the corner of the room behind a huge oak counter. A display with various spirits sat behind a glass case.
On the walls were various paintings and framed pictures of Jade and her parents.
The focal point of the room, below the giant television, was the fireplace. On the mantle were trophies and medals Jade had won; most were for performing, the occasional one for swimming.
She walked upstairs to her room.
The walls were a light blue with paintings decorating them. Her floor was tiled, but a bright purple rug covered the floor beneath her white vanity.
Her bed had blue sheets as well, with bright cushions everywhere. Her giant stuffed penguin lay there, staring at the ceiling.
There was a giant collage of pictures of her and her friends on the wall opposite her bed. There were pictures from all the places she had visited from the time she was about eight.
A ten year old version of herself sat on the back of an elephant, next to fifteen year old Jade who was dressed in a Hula skirt.
They were so very precious to her. The people in the picture may change, but those pictures remained the same.
She dropped her bags onto her bed and went to have a shower. She was still belting out 'Survivor' when she came out in her towel.
"I'm a survivor, I'm not gon' give up."
She took out the new dress and admired it. "I'm not gon' stop, I'm goin' harder!"
She put on her underwear and slipped on the dress. "Oh no no I, I will survive"
Pulling out some black fishnet stockings, she slipped them on, liking the way they pulled together the outfit.
She grabbed her black heels and put them on, grateful for the elevation. She liked being tall, not that she was short, but Sebastian was at least six feet.
"Oh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive"
She checked the time; 7:45. Shit.
Humming the chorus, she ran a brush through her hair and let it fall loosely across her bare back.
Eyeshadow, mascara and some lipstick were applied at a leisurely pace even though she was running late. He would have to wait.
Admiring the end result in her mirror she smiled. Finally. A night out.
Ignorance by Paramore blared from her vibrating phone on the vanity. She walked over and picked it up.
"Hello." She answered, her voice low even though she was the only one in the house.
"Hey, are you ready?" A smooth voice replied.
"Yeah, are you out?" She asked.
"Out front." He answered.
Ending the call without a reply, she grabbed a clutch into which dropped her phone, some lipstick, and her fake ID.
Her heels clicked against the stairs as she made her way out the door. She felt good and she looked good. It was time to get some drinks in her.
Opening the door, she saw a black Mercedes pulled up in front of the house. Impressive. She thought, checking out the subtly expensive car.
The slim figure leaning up against it caught her attention. He was wearing a black sweater over a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It emphasized his built chest and toned arms. He paired it with dark wash jeans and slicked back hair as usual. She saw his eyes rake over her and she smiled internally. Not gay. At least she didn't think so anymore.
A smirk was playing on his lips as she walked over to him. His icy blue eyes stood out in the dark of the night. With only the street lights to illuminate them, his mysterious air was emphasized.
Saying he was just attractive would have been an understatement.
He watched her swagger up to him, her curvy figure done justice in the dress she was wearing. The way her face glowed in the moonlight captivated him. Her auburn waves bounced with every step she took.
Standing so close, he could see her molten chocolate brown eyes contrast against the dark liner. He wondered if her luscious pink lips were as soft as they looked.
"You look gorgeous." He said, looking straight into her eyes.
"Thanks. Looking pretty good yourself." She shot back, glad it was dark so he couldn't see her blush.
Sebastian opened the passenger door and smiling she got in. A gentleman? He shut the door and walked over to the other side, wondering what she thought of him. The incident with Kurt in the coffee shop was not very subtle. He wondered how much Kurt had told her. It was a complicated situation, more so than she or Kurt knew. He wasn't willing to let the truth out yet.
He got in the car and put the keys in the ignition.
"Have you been to this club before?" She asked as he pulled out and got on the road.
"Once." He replied, sneaking a glance at her in the review mirror. She was looking out the window, her auburn hair shining in the moonlight.
"So, how do you find McKinnley?" He asked, getting to know her. They both knew that neither enjoyed public schools, some would call them snobs, but neither cared.
"It's alright I suppose. But the delinquents find hauling slushies at each other to be quite amusing." She replied, rolling her eyes.
"Have you ever been slushied?" He asked raising his eyebrows. He could imagine her soaked, her hair dripping wet. The drops falling down her face, and lips...
He stopped himself from going further.
She scoffed, "Not yet." But she didn't look very worried. He didn't think they would be throwing anything but themselves at a girl that beautiful.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about, they seem to like you quite a lot." He said staring straight ahead.
"I wouldn't say that." She said, biting her lower lip. She wasn't being completely honest. She got plenty of attention from the male students at McKinnley, to say the least.
"I would. Especially the one with the mohawk, or so Blaine tells me." He winked at her, but inside he felt something twist inside. He had seen her and the guy at the cafe. Granted she was with some other friends as well, Mohawk and her seemed to be quite tight.
"What? Puc?" She asked, surprised he knew. She also didn't know what to make of him talking to Blaine. But he was talking to Blaine about her. She cleared her head, not willing to let herself get carried away.
"That's his name?" Sebastian asked with a condescending tone.
She rolled her eyes. "What exactly did Blaine say about us?" She asked, curious now.
"So there is an 'us'." He remarked, nodding. "Are you two dating?" He asked, eyes on the road.
She laughed. "No, we aren't. We're good friends." Again, not entirely true. Puc had quite openly told her how he felt about her, but with Puc's history, she wasn't willing to believe it.
He nodded again, pulling up to the curb and putting the car into park. She saw a neon sign that obnoxiously flashed 'Casanova" from a line of buildings across the street.
It was surrounded by restaurants and other shops. It didn't look too flashy and she wondered if this was the only club in Lima.
They got out and he walked close to her as they made their way across the road.
Showing their ID's to the security, they entered, skeptical of the place.
It was a large, dimly lit hall of sorts. Loud music blared as strobe lights bounced off the moving bodies. People danced to the club music in the middle of the huge room on a lit up dance floor. There were platforms where girls danced, probably too drunk to remember where they were. She looked up and saw people watching from above. There seem to be tables and chairs there, where people were practicing illegal activities and smoking toxic substances.
There was a bar at the side of the room and kids roughly their age crowded around, getting their orders and joining the others on the dance floor. It was better than she expected.
Sebastian pointed to the bar and she nodded. They walked past the drunk teenagers with far too little clothing on.
"Shots?'' he asked over the music. She held a thumbs up and looked around. A buff guy across the bar was looking at her. He looked a few years older than Jade was. He was wearing a black shirt with slacks and nursing a beer. Alone. Strange, she thought. He was quite good looking, with his ruffled brown hair and from what she could see - smoldering brown eyes. She saw his lips curve into a smirk. Doing the same she turned back to Sebastian.
The bartender had just passed him the shot glasses on a tray with salt and sliced lemons.
Sebastian placed the six glasses in two lines. Taking one each, they downed the first.
The tequila left a trail of burning where it hit. She felt a buzz coming on and took a breath, it felt good to be out with the music pounding in her head.
His throat felt the familiar burn where the alcohol fell. He had seen her looking at the guy across them. So much for making an impression, her eyes weren't even on him.
He threw back his head and downed the rest of the shots, banging the glasses down on the counter. Biting into a lemon he cringed at the effect and shook out his head.
He opened his eyes to see her smirking at him, already done. Pointing to the dance floor, she made her way through the mass of people while he followed.
A techno beat was playing and people all around them were shaking and grinding exuberantly.
They danced together, their bodies moving to the music. She knew how to move her body in all the right ways. Some of the people who weren't dancing watched the incredibly good looking pair dance together.
"You're a fantastic dancer" he said into her ear, trying to raise his voice over the music.
"Not too bad yourself Smythe" she replied in a lower voice, moving closer up against him.
A slower, more seductive song came on and they moved closer toward each other.
The guy she was looking at earlier appeared next to them out of no where. Sebastian's eyes narrowed as the guy practically shoved him to the side and began dancing with Jade. She seemed unfazed and continued to dance.
So here he is. Mr. Smoldering Mysterious Eyes. He's better looking up close. She thought as she watched him dance. He had a very defined jaw and, as she had thought before - dark brown eyes. His toned biceps were very visible through his shirt and she wondered if the rest of his body was that defined.
Rage clouded Sebastian's mind as Jade danced with the stranger. He snaked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. She responded by putting one arm around his neck and holding his hand with the other.
They rocked together in sync, pressing up against each other. Any other time it would be completely inappropriate, but while they were there it was just dancing. She felt his hot breath on her neck and his chest on her back. He was certainly well built. And definitely not gay. She thought with a smirk.
The tempo of the music slightly increased and she began to twist and curve to the music. She turned around to face him, moving closer so their faces were barely centimeters away. She put her arms around his neck and his slid his around her waist. Her right leg was in between both of his and they were grinding to the music. She could hear his faltering breathing and smirked. She ran her left hand down his chest, and her right into the hair at the nape of his neck.
He was entranced by the movement of her body. They were pressed up against each other and he felt the curves of her body against him. The way they were moving was driving him off the edge, an edge he was extremely precariously perched on when he was with her. As she moved with him, the room suddenly got very, very hot. His breaths were getting faster. Only she had this effect on him.
The music tempo increased as the DJ mixed into another song and they pulled apart, albeit reluctantly. He could make out the curve of her lips into a subtle smirk as she moved away. Smiling himself, he let himself be entranced by her movements. Her hands went up to her hair and her hips curved in the most seductive manner. She was just teasing now. Laughing, he dished out some of his own moves to the song that was playing. Her eyebrows raised, he watched the bounce of her waves as she laughed. An approving nod and she was whispering in his ear, "You've got moves Smythe." An adorable grin from him, where his sky blue eyes shone in the dim room, and he whispered back, "Not too bad yourself Summers."
After a while of dancing they decided to sit down and get some drinks.
They walked up a staircase hidden by some bouncers into the VIP area upstairs. Finding a table away from the coke heads and couples (some of them consisting of more than 2 people) they settled down and ordered some beers.
Regaining her breath, she watched him run his fingers through his pushed back hair. Muscles along his forearm flexed, she hadn't noticed how built he was. He caught her staring at him and raised a questioning eyebrow.
She shook her head and turned to the waitress who was approaching them. Shocking pink hair was the first thing that Jade noticed, followed by her multiple facial piercings.
Classy. Jade though, internally rolling her eyes.
Sebastian was looking at her with a rather amused expression on his face when she turned back.
"What?" Jade asked with a smile.
Shaking his head, he grabbed the beer the waitress placed on the table and took a long swig.
Mirroring him, Jade felt the cool liquid subdued the high she had got from dancing.
The waitress walked away and Sebastian said, "The way you looked at her." His voice was back to it's soft and velvet tone.
"They think they're rebelling against society by being 'different'. Being anti-mainstream. It's ironical, all of them, with their piercings and different hair. They end up getting lost in a stereotype anyway." She let out, rolling her eyes.
He nodded with a knowing smile. "Did you ever go through that?" He asked, sipping from the bottle.
"Didn't we all?" She asked, biting her lip and looking down at the table.
"I did." He said with a cheeky smile. "Leather jackets, bangs, the whole deal. Even got my ear pierced." He recollected, shaking his head, laughing lightly.
Picturing him in a leather jacket was too much for her. The smirk, the piercing crystal blue eyes, the mysterious silky voice. And now the ear piercing? Who was this guy?
"I'd like to see you in a leather jacket." She said leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table. With a devious smile he leaned in as well. Their faces were inches apart.
"What about you?" He asked, ignoring her comment. Smirking, she leaned back.
"It wasn't anything drastic physically. It was more of what I did." She answered vaguely.
"Do tell."
"Parties where I used to come home wasted about every night. Leaving the country for the weekend without 'priorly informing my parents'" she mimicked her father. "A new guy every three days, you get the picture."
"You were a wild one." He remarked, eyebrows raised.
She laughed, "Yup. You can imagine how excruciatingly boring I find this town."
"I can sympathize. Is this your first night out to a club here?"
"Yeah. Sad isn't it?"
"Well, not anymore." He winked.
She grinned and finished her bottle with one last swig.
"What do you say we call it a night?" She said after checking her phone for the time.
2:00 am. It wasn't like anybody was waiting for her, but she didn't want to fall back into her old pattern.
"Alright."
They walked back down to the dance floor, and made their way through the sea of sweating bodies.
Exiting the club, she inhaled the fresh air. There was something about the clean, cool air that sobered her up and cleared her head.
His head was filled with thoughts of her and the night. The way she danced, the way her hair bounced when she walked. The shine in her eyes after she laughed.
They walked in silence under the full moon, it wasn't uncomfortable though. It was a peaceful silence. Almost as if speaking would taint it, and disturb the radiant aura around them.
Unlocking the car, he opened the door for her and she curtseyed and got in which caused him to laugh. He got in the drivers seat and put the keys in ignition after he turned on the radio, it was set to a rock station.
A song with lots of drum beats and heavy guitar was playing.
"I love these guys!" she said, her eyes widening in surprise. She began to sing along to the chorus and he joined her, rocking his head to the drums.
The song ended after much head banging on their part. They rocked with laughter in their seats, they were so comfortable around each other.
"I didn't know you liked rock." she remarked, turning to him.
"I have been told I'm pretty unpredictable." He said with a smug smile.
"That's for sure. Broadway tunes show choir star, and also listens to rock. Interesting combination." She said, shaking her head with an amused expression.
He laughed, eyes on the road. "I didn't know that was your kind of music either." he remarked.
"Well I am pretty unpredictable you know" she said, impersonating his voice.
"You suck at impersonations though." he said, shaking his head with a look of mock disappointment.
She gasped, "That hurt" she said putting her hand over her chest.
"And sensitive too. How exactly did you go through guys back in New York?" He asked with a fake quizzical look.
"For your information, they enjoyed them very much." She sniffed with her head high.
Laughing he replied, "They were probably too distracted by that pretty face of yours."
"And a charmer too." She said, mostly to herself.
"Excuse me?" He asked, now genuinely confused.
"Well you've got this whole mysterious air thing going. Now I find out you're a smooth talking charmer as well. And you sing. How are you still single Smythe?" She asked, turning to him with a smirk.
His surprised expression, turned into one of amusement as he pondered his reply. Finally he said, "Maybe it's my choice."
"I expected that." She said satisfied and proud of her guess.
Laughing he watched her stare out of the window with a small smile.
"How is a girl like you still single? I'm guessing just about every guy at the public school would do anything to be with someone like you."
She blushed, still looking out the window. "That's an exaggeration."
"Barely."
"Maybe it's my choice." She repeated his earlier words.
Grinning he looked at her and said, "I'm not surprised."
Her house was approaching, she noticed and her heart sank a little. His did too, he didn't want their time together to end.
Pulling up to the curb, he wondered what she was doing tomorrow.
Getting out, he opened her door and watched her step out. He shut it and turned to face her.
"Tonight was fun." She smiled at him, her face glowing in the moonlight.
"I agree." He replied, his voice low and alluring.
Staring into her chocolate brown eyes, all he wanted to do was lean in and kiss those soft pink lips. Her skin was clear and fair, doused in the pure light of the moon, it was radiant.
Frozen water. Ice. That's what his eyes were, with a blue tint. Only, they didn't seem hard and cold. They were mysterious and captivating.
She couldn't help losing herself in them.
They stood close, their faces inches apart, like in the club. Only here it was quiet. The tension in the air was undeniable. There was electricity, like each particle of the air was charged and buzzing, awaiting something between them to happen.
His hand reached out and took one of hers. Not breaking eye contact, he brought it up to his lips and softly planted a kiss.
She felt a warm and tingly feeling spread through her. It was unbelievably romantic. Sebastian Smythe was a romantic. Who would have thought?
Smiling at him, she slowly let go of his hand.
"Good night Smythe." She whispered and walked away toward her house. A huge grin covered her face and her head was buzzing. Usually she would have expected a proper good night kiss, this time she didn't mind. This time it was so much more.
"Good night Jade." He replied into the night, watching her walk away.
The hypnotic sway of her hips mesmerizing him, he watched her turn back one last time and wave with a smirk on those soft pink lips.
Waving back with a grin, he sighed.
She was something alright. The first girl he had not kissed on the first date.
He couldn't bring himself to do it, she was far too special. Usually, emotions and being sentimental weren't his forte, but for her it wasn't going to happen just like that.
He was sure of it.
She walked up the stairs and entered her room. Wiping her makeup off, she stripped off the dress and fell on her bed, exhausted.
It had been some night.
Pulling the covers over herself, she drifted into slumber. The techno beat was still playing in her head, it was background music to her thoughts of a smirking brunette and a special goodnight kiss.
The kind she had never experienced before.