I was regretting wearing the heels, as much as they looked good, they hurt. I had been taught to deal with pain so I sucked it up as I proudly watched Grant descend the staircase pacing himself to his own silent music, or maybe making sure he wouldn't fall over if he saw the gang. I wouldn't blame him.
Then it was my turn I descended the staircase with my gloved hand on the banister. Marching to my own silent beat, I watched only Grant, so that I wouldn't see any of the people that had come to welcome us into our roles.
I took Grants arm as soon as my heel touched the floor. I looked up smiling at the press and murmured words to Grant through my teeth.
"You think they made it? What are we going to do if they're here!? Gahhh!"
"Cams calm down."
I nervously glanced around the room, but I knew that if they were here, they would come in with a bang, or they would sneak up beside us when we weren't otherwise occupied.
Sure enough. They showed up. Right in the middle of Grant and I's dance. Neither of our steps faltered, but you could see it in our eyes when they showed up. They were behind the line of people that flocked us, but they were there. They were wearing nice garb like the rest of the people there. And they looked murderous.
The dance came to an end and people lined up to give us their congratulations and luck for the next years, however many of them there were.
They came last in the line as the night was coming, and I still wasn't sure I was ready for it.
The confrontation.
Bex POV
I wanted to kill her. This "big secret" of hers had to do with my home country. Of course, I was going to confront her, I brought the gang along to the after party. We stayed in the back, silently staring at her, throughout the whole thing. I knew that she noticed us, or at least she felt eyes on her person. Of course, during their dance we made ourselves known.
I glared at her, hoping she would get my message. There would be confrontation. I would see to it that this was sorted out, because as much as I was mad at her, she was my best friend more like sister.
We got in the line as the night turned to morning.
We waited fro about an hour, not talking to each, not doing much of anything except for staring at Grant and Cam. I was surprised they didn't flinch. The power of all of us staring at her and Grant must have created a massive awareness. Jonas and Liz were swaying back and forth nervously, and Macey and Nick were at ease among the socialites that were attending the party.
We moved up in the line until we were one or two people away. They cleared very quickly.
Finally, the confrontation.
"Why howdy there Cam. Good to know you're having fun." Macey spoke the words with false excitement.
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