Dancing with the Bad Boy | ✓

seven | humiliation

The minute I walked down the stairs of the house. my mother was already glaring at me. I had come home last night, late, and to no surprise, she hadn't waited for me. Sora had bid me goodnight before walking down the driveway, hands in his pockets.

"Where were you last night, young lady?" my mother questioned, her green eyes drilling into me. I was about to grab a toast before she swatted my hand away. "I need an answer first."

"I'm going to be late," I replied, staring at my mother. I sighed, what was the harm of telling her anyways? "I was practicing last night at the studio."

She frowned. "Who took you home?"

I thought about my answer for a minute. "Sora."

My mother's eyes lit up at the name as she served me the plate of toasts. I couldn't help but stare at her with a frown, slowly grabbing a toast before walking away. She gave me a sweet look, one that she has never given me before and I couldn't help but felt strange under her stare.

When I had arrived to school, I had dance practice as my first class. The teacher wasn't present so we practised our own routines and immersed ourselves within our own dances with the use of headphones. I was practicing the routine that I needed to memorise for next week's competition when the door busted open, almost twisting my ankle when I was doing the penché.

The sight almost had me collapse as Sora leaned against the door, his face still bruised from last night. The other girls looked at me with disgust and I didn't know if it was disgust because of me or because I had the 'privilege' of being able to talk to and I quote, 'the hottest male in the school'.

"Luce, I need to talk to you," Sora said, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes drilled into my own, never looking anywhere else.

I took off my headphones and glared at him. "I'm busy."

Sora rolled his eyes. "Come on, it's important."

"No." And with that, I put on my headphones again and got my arms into position when I felt them being ripped off my ears. I hissed at the slicing pain that echoed from my ears before looking at the problem to find Sora staring down at me with a half smirk and half smile. That expression gave me a mixed of emotions I couldn't place a finger on and it only frustrated me further.

I groaned in annoyance and followed him out the room, leaving a trail of murmurs and stares in its wake before closing the door behind me. I folded my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyebrows in on him, hoping he had a good explanation why he had just pulled me out of my class.

"Are those your friends?" Sora asked, seemingly curious.

I raised a brow. "I don't do friends. What is so important that you had to come all the way here for?"

Sora clicked his tongue with amusement before taking out a ticket out of his pocket. "Sam wants you to have it."

I merely stated at it instead of taking it. "What is it?"

"Ticket to see my next fight."

Unconsciously, I checked the date. "Can't make it."

Sora frowned at me. "Why?"

I shrugged. "I have stuff on that day and besides, why do you even want me to come? I'll only be a hassle."

Sora blinked for a moment, shrugging before placing the ticket back inside his pocket. His expression had begun to morph into something cold, like he was conflicted with a battle between himself. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling bad before he turned on his heel and walked away without so much as a word.

I stared after him, wondering what his problem was. I wondered why he was trying to get me involved in his life when all I wanted to do was stay away, stay invisible.

After my encounter with Sora, he hadn't shown up for AP History which was a slight surprise seeing as he always had shown up to class. Walking to the library with the intentions of studying for my quiz tomorrow, I ran a hand through my knotty hair while walking inside before claiming the table near the ginormous window that had the view of the baseball field.

"Hey, aren't you that girl who's Sora dating?" a voice out of the blue made me jump in my sight as I quickly turned my head around and blushed furiously when I saw Evans standing near the table. He gave me a lopsided smile.

I shook my head disgustedly. "No, I'm not dating Sora. I barely even know him."

Evans nodded, gesturing to the empty seat beside me but I nodded once as if to tell him that he could sit if he wanted to. As Evans slid into the seat, I couldn't help but begin to swear, my nerves beginning to work up. "You look really familiar."

I gave him a strained smile. How was I supposed to act around a guy I had a crush on for two and a half years now? "I'm in your History class."

Evans's face dawned in realisation before nodding, a smile playing on his lips. He was about open his mouth to say something when the library doors slammed open, making the librarian flinch in return as a tall figure sauntered to my table.

I let out a groan in frustration, wondering how Sora knew where I was at certain times. Evans followed my gaze and frowned when his gaze met Sora's as he began to make a stand to his feet.

"Evans," Sora spoke, his voice clipped and his gaze never leaving Evan's own hard gaze.

"Lockhart," Evans replied, his voice monotone. "She's busy right now."

Sora smirked as if something had just clicked inside his head. "What's her name?"

Evan stumbled and I couldn't help but blush as Evans casted me a side glance. He swallowed his saliva before giving me a hesitating smile. He couldn't answer because he didn't know and that had sent a slight pang to my heart.

I looked at Sora through my eyelashes and gulped, knowing that he knew Evans in fact, did not know my name. He was there to taunt me. I inhaled a breath before collecting my things, my motivation to study completely swept under the rug before pushing the two males aside before quickly striding out of the library.

Tears began to sting my eyes and I didn't know whether it was because my long-term crush didn't know my name or because Sora dared to only not humiliate Evans but me in the process. Biting my lip, my legs carrying me to my safe haven, I felt a hand wrap itself around my wrist as someone pulled me into a hard chest. I frowned and looked up to see who had just interrupted my dramatic walking off moment to only realise it was him.

"What do you want?" I questioned, ripping my wrist from his grip and took a step back. A tear tickled my cheek, my hand unconsciously wiping it away as his brown eyes glanced at my small movement.

"You're crying..."

I glared at him. "I have emotions, I'm human."

Sora opened his mouth to say something but instead of waiting for a response, I began to walk away. I didn't hear the footsteps that followed but instead, I felt his intense gaze burning the back on my head as if daring me look back.

I didn't.