Dancing with the Bad Boy | ✓

thirty-one | hurt

Towards the end of the charity ball, Sora had excused himself to the restroom and promised that he was going to be back, like always, while I waited for my father to chat with one of his friends. I couldn't help but examine the room for my mother to only notice she was situated on the other side with Adam, arms linked and a smile plastered on both of their faces.

"Lucinda!" my father exclaimed, snapping me out of my own thoughts as I approached the group of friendly gentlemen who seemed eager to meet me. "Folks, this is my daughter, Lucinda."

The men around me greeted me with warm smiles and warm words as they shook my hand while I returned their smiles with pure happiness. "It's so lovely to meet you."

"We've heard so much about you," one of the gentlemen said, looking slightly older than my father. "Edward talks so highly of your dance performances. I've seen your tapes on your performances and you are truly talented."

I beamed and blushed at the compliment. "Thank you so much."

Another gentleman spoke up. "Your dances are filled with so much sadness and sorrow, it truly is heart-touching."

I didn't know how to respond to that one as I let out an awkward smile in response. I decided to excuse myself from the group in search for Sora, wondering why he was taking way too long in the restroom.

As I wandered around the halls, I couldn't help but noticed a familiar young male with brown hair and that sharp jawline I was so used to staring at, sitting on the floor as he leaned his head against the marble walls. To my surprise, there was a young, brown-haired woman squatting in front of him, her hands on his broad shoulders as she shook him as if trying to wake him up.

I frowned when I noticed a red lipstick stain on his neck and noticed that it was the exact colour the woman had on her lips. I resisted the wave of frustration and confusion, knowing that I shouldn't jump to conclusions but it was too hard not to when there was pure evidence before me.

Sora mumbled something under his breath and the woman shook him again but I jumped when Sora abruptly threw his arms around the woman, pulling her close to him as he passionately kissed her.

The frustration and confusion that I had resisted so much began to overcome me and crush me inside as I stumbled a few steps back, my ankles almost giving out on me. I bit my trembling lips as my heart jumped to my throat, the urge of breaking down on the spot was not an option, not when there was so many people around.

"You know I think you're hot but-" the woman said, finally pulling away, making Sora frown. It also forced him to blink multiple times as if to clear his vision and when he had realised who he had kissed, he pushed her away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

That action made me feel relieved but it still didn't relieve the urge to cry and to throw a fit as I took a few steps back again, unable to free myself from this nightmare.

Sora scanned his surroundings, brushing his hands through his dishevelled hair before finally laying his distraught hazel eyes on me, stunned. I slowly shook my head as he began to make a stand, stretching my hand out as if to tell him to stay away from me but Sora continued to cautiously approach me.

"Lucinda, please," he said, already causing a scene before us.

As I took a few more steps back, I managed to hit a brick wall behind me as I frowned and glanced up at my father who had witnessed the entire scene.

My father glared at Sora before glancing down at me with a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

I shuffled closer to him, the chill beginning to crawl up my skin as I ripped my eyes away from a desperate Sora. "Take me home, please."