Chapter Thirty-Nine

Caliegh's POV

I can honestly say that I'm not the type to dance at dances. Even though that's really all you can do at dances. So even though I had an absolutely beautiful dress and I was rather confident with how I looked that evening, I still was nervous about everything that was to happen.

After curling my hair in bouncy and loose ringlets, I wasn't exactly planning on going anywhere with my sister, or even talking to her at all. I knew she was going to be off with her friends dancing. But when I walked out, she immediately said, "Damn, Kay. You lookbeautiful." I cleared my throat and glanced away a little, then gazed at her look for tonight. I admit, I was quite iffy about her choice in the necklace, but she somehow made it work. Her dress was rather charming; a light blue color that perfectly brought out her eyes. It honestly fit her perfectly...

"Thanks," I responded to her compliment. "You do too. Those colors look brilliant on you…although," I advanced towards her, tugging at the top of her dress and adjusting it, "you were crooked. There we are." I looked up at her, smiling softly. I hated how she got to be tall, dresses had always looked so much better on her…

Gabby twirled her finger. "Now let me see the back of that dress." I did as she said, and I heard her gasp at the extravagant design of the back lacing. "Is it tight enough?" I frowned slightly, shaking my head.

"Not really…"

"Allow me." She untied the bow, jokingly tying it so tight it felt like a corset (not that I minded, I had worn them for drama productions before and I was used to it), but then she actually tied the bow tightly enough to fit my figure, but not so tight it made me gasp for air. "Hopefully that won't look like total shit." I placed my hands on my hips, shrugging.

"I'm sure it's better than what I did." I paused, looking over her once more. "Let me straighten your hair." I dragged her off to the bathroom where the straightener was already plugged in and heated up. At first I attempted to start parting her hair with her standing, but I couldn't reach and got frustrated, so I pulled a chair into the bathroom and made her sit so I could see the top of her head. I proceeded to style her bangs, pushing them over to the side so they weren't in her face for the dance.

While she was doing her makeup, I found myself lost in a field of fantasies. I kept imagining how nice this dance will be: a romantic song will come on, and me and a special someone would slow dance to it, with me leaning my head against his chest. I snapped out of it when the images of dancing with a certain German popped into my head, causing a flustered blush to cross my face.

She came out of the bathroom and I admit, I was pleased with her work on her makeup. For someone who didn't wear makeup, I mean. The only thing that relatively bothered me was that she had done nothing to her hair. "Is that all you're doing to your hair?" I muttered more to myself than her.

"Well, I guess I should do something to it…" I nodded, immediately pulling a drawer open of the bureau. I pulled out a barrette, which was one of my favorites, and pulled her hair half back into the large clip. I sprayed her whole head down with a ton of hairspray, which made her cough a little, but then stood back and admired my work.

"Perf…" She said in amazement. I narrowed my eyes slightly as her use of completely improper language, but she only responded with a grin. "Thanks, sis. Let's get going." She held her arm out to me so I could take it (good thing we were obvious twins, otherwise that would've been really lesbian of us), grin only widening. "Shall we depart?" I smiled hesitantly at first, then figured, "Why not?" and I smiled for real, linking arms with her.

"We shall." We walked arm-in-arm down to the entrance of the cafeteria, chatting and laughing like, well…sisters.

So far, the beginning of the night was going wonderfully. And it only got better when I saw my best friend waiting in the doorway with the other two members of his trio. They scurried over to us, eyes widening and mouths agape at the two of us. All three of them, at the same time softly muttered, "Mis dios!", "Mein gott," and "Mon dieu..." I blushed slightly, staring at my feet. They looked amazing themselves. All as hot as their reputation makes them. Antonio wore dark gray dress pants with a gorgeous wine red top, unbuttoned a little at the top to reveal his finely-toned chest. Francis, in contrast, wore a pale blue shirt with black pants.

Gilbert wore a stunning navy blue shirt (bet that bastard did that on purpose, knowing it was my favorite color) rolled up to his elbows and black dress pants as well. A chain to a necklace he wore underneath his uniform was showing through a little. In my OCD moment, I didn't even hesitate to reach up and tuck it under his collar. He grinned kinda sheepishly tugging at the collar around his neck. "It's hot, mein gott." I chuckled lightly.

"I used to work hot summers out in the tomato fields back in Barcelona, I'm used to it!" Antonio chimed. I giggled to myself.

"I used to live in Texas. Where the average in summers is usually around one hundred degrees Fahrenheit." Gilbert made a disgusted sort of look.

"Up where I lived, it only got around into the seventies." I shook my head in disbelief. That was way too cold for summer.

"Let's go down to the lower level!" My sister was practically bouncing on her heels in excitement. My smile faltered a little, shaking my head slowly.

"Ah, no, I'll pass…" Gilbert's eyes widened, grabbing me by the shoulders. Funny, how a simple touch can send sparks through my whole body,,,

"What?! Nein,you can't just…come to a dance and not dance!" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Oh yes I can." I haughtily walked over to the tables immediately as Gilbert groaned at my response, sitting down and crossing my legs. To be honest, there was an odd pain clutching at my chest. I was at a Valentine's Dance, sitting completely alone at an unoccupied table in the corner by the windows. I tapped my foot half-heartedly, glancing over the crowd in attempt to find my sister. When I saw her dancing enthusiastically with Francis, I scowled in disgust and perched my chin in my hand, fiddling with a little chocolate heart candy wrapped in gold foil. Dances were definitely not my forte.

"You're not having very much fun, eh?" My spirits rose a little when Matthew's soft voice whispered in my ear over the music. I smiled weakly at him.

"I never do. In middle school I would always stand around awkwardly against the wall because we had no places to sit. So…at least we have this comfort." I shrugged. I looked over at him. He was wearing a clean white shirt with a red tie hung loosely around his neck. He had a jacket in his lap. I'm assuming he took it off because of the heat. He unwrapped a small chocolate candy and popped it in his mouth, smiling.

"I like the caramel the best." I sighed, laughing under my breath. He was only trying to raise my spirits, I couldn't blame him. I hummed under my breath; at least they played good music.

After talking for a few minutes, he decided to get up and go chat with a few of his classmates. Gabby came up behind me and set her shoes on the chair beside me, grinning like a wild idiot. "Hey you want to join us?"

"Hell no." She gave me an annoyed look, crossing her arms.

"Please?"

"No."

"Well fine." She danced away (quite literally), going back to whoring around with the guys. And I'm not exaggerating, either. When I glanced up to find her she was surrounded by a circle of guys, going back and forth between them all, grinding into them like that wasn't the most disgusting thing a girl could do. I was absolutely disgusted with her, and ashamed to call her my sister.

"You like, totally have a chance!" I heard a voice close to me. Sounded…Cantonese or something. "Look, she's even sitting at your table!"

"That's just a silly coincidence, she does not like me! Leave me alone, Kaoru…" Now that one sounded more familiar.

"Not until you, like, ask her to dance!" I glanced up to see what the fuss was, only to have none other than Emil Steilsson and Kaoru Wang arguing over by the refreshment table. "You haven't danced with any girl the whole time, and you like, promised you would." Emil sighed, throwing up his hands in annoyance.

"Fine! Geez…" Oh, shit. He was making his way over. He was making his way over to me. I glanced away, not wanting to seem like I was staring. I felt a tap on my shoulder and what do you know, the silver-haired beauty was staring down at me, a blush across his face. He glanced back at his Cantonese friend, who just gave him a thumbs-up. He sighed. "Want to dance?" I blinked for a moment, standing .

"Well sure, why no-"

"And now, ladies and gents, we're going to slow it down…" The DJ announced. Emil shifted uncomfortably, and we both glanced at Kaoru, who just waved and slipped off to dance with a Taiwanese girl who I've seen around.

"…damn him…" Emil muttered. I shrugged, taking his hands and putting them on my waist.

"You asked me to dance, so we're going to dance." I linked my hands around his neck, moving slightly closer to him. He was rather lovely this night….Wearing all white, which brought out his violet eyes. The only thing that relatively bothered me as we danced was that he had some resemblance to his brother. His gay brother. The Norwegian that had cheated on me with my sister's boyfriend.

As we danced, he pulled me slightly closer, lowering his hand to my lower back and pressing us together. My eyes widened at the gesture. How passionate, I thought to myself. The song was nearly five minutes, but we still danced close the whole time, gently swaying together. I very slowly and hesitantly leaned my head against his chest, closing my eyes halfway. I could hear his heart; nervously racing at first, then gradually getting slower and more relaxed.

The song ended sooner than I wanted. We pulled away kind of awkwardly, and with a clear of my throat I bowed my head, muttered, "Thank you," then slipped away. Now what? I glanced at the doorway, and a certain someone caught my eye. Standing out in the hall, alone, was Gilbert. He was tapping his foot to the music that was playing, but something definitely seemed off. I hesitantly walked to the doorway, just kind of crossing my arms in hopes that he'd notice me. After standing there for a bit, I cleared my throat and walked up to him, tapping his shoulder.

"Hey, Gilbert." He glanced over at me, jumping slightly. "What's up? You seem distressed."

"Nein, I'm fine."

"Dance with me." Wait, what did I just say? What? I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but I smiled up at him nonetheless. He stared down at me for a moment. I pouted, taking both of his hands. "Come on, I know you can dance!" I swayed back in forth to the beat of the music, swinging our hands. A smile twitched on his face, eventually melting into his natural, soft smirk. He stood straighter, joining in with me swinging our hands.

He put one hand on my waist, taking my other in his hand. He raised his eyebrows, which only me grin and put my hand on his shoulder. He instantly spun us both around in a comical version of the Waltz. He let go of my waist, then spun me around, only for me to trip clumsily and fall into him, laughing.

"I'd say we go back in, now. I don't suppose we should be out here." I said once I had calmed myself down. He nodded in agreement, heading immediately for our group back on the dance floor. I, however, went back towards our table. I felt a hand grab my arm, and when I turned around I saw my sister with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Please dance with us! Just be fun, for once, Kay…I mean it's a da-" I cut her off by holding my hand up, rolling my eyes slightly.

"Sure, Gabby." Her eyes widened, then she squealed happily, dragging me down to the lower level of the cafeteria to dance with the others. Antonio was the first to see me, and he grabbed both of my hands enthusiastically.

"Vas a bailar? Excelente!" He jumped up and down, and I nodded slightly, grinning up at the Spaniard. I did actually end up dancing to the songs (much to the BTT's delight; at one point I caught Francis giving an approving smirk and muttering, "How sexual."). I guess it just took me a while to warm up.

I remember Antonio had come behind me and took my wrists, flapping my arms like a bird. Laughing, I twirled around, spinning my hips in a manner that of some club dancer. I gave him a little smirk, raising my arms above my head and spinning again, only to be caught by Gilbert who dipped me down dramatically, then pulling me up in his arms to dance dangerously close, my back facing him, with my arms over my chest, each hand holding one his. He leaned down, swaying to the music, then muttered in my ear, "Why're you suddenly not a prude?" Flustered, I blushed severely. Feeling his hot breath down my neck….

The night proceeded with much more action than it was initially had, which was definitely more fun for all of us. When the slow songs came on, me and Gabby walked over and got ourselves snacks and drinks, going back to the table and casually chatting with each other like we used to when we were younger. The night was a success.

Even if it was a Valentine's Day dance, and I was totally alone.