A Unique Kind of Love (14 page)

Liam smirked. We headed for a spot where there were two chairs. We sat down and I could still feel Liam looking at me with that smirk of his.

"Oh, would you stop it! It's really annoying," I said, blankly staring at the dance floor. He shook his head, chuckling. His laugh, made me laugh too.

Why was I thinking this way about Liam?

Simple.

Stupid mind, please shut up.

Oh, okay. But just so you know, I know exactly why you feel like this.

Tell me why, then.

You'll figure it out on your own.

I mentally groaned. Why was everyone speaking in puzzles today?

Liam turned to me, confusion written all over his features.

"Oh, you don't want to know."

"I do,"
 moved his lips.

I felt myself panic. I couldn't just tell him that I was feeling strange things towards him! I had to make up an excuse. If I wasn’t sure of what I was feeling for him, I was certain that telling him would be the worst option.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the little ladies' room," I mumbled, standing up.

Little ladies' room? 
Really
, me? Really?

I went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I had to regain my coolness. Oh, who was I kidding! I had no coolness to regain.

Hahaha, you're an idiot.

Shut it, you. It's all your fault. If you didn't act so dumb, I wouldn't be here; fake-peeing.

Mentally fighting with me was really annoying.

I got out, then went to the spot Liam was supposed to be in. He wasn't there.

What if he ditched me? Was I too clumsy and dumb for him?

Stop being paranoid.

Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned to face Liam, holding two cups of punch. I sighed in relief. Of course. He was too nice to actually do any of the horrible things that popped into my imagination. I smiled and took the drink from his hand. We each took small sips.

Liam's face scrunched up. I mirrored his action. The punch was absolutely horrible.

"Come on, let's dance," I exclaimed, suddenly feeling hyper. I placed our drinks on a nearby table and took his hand. Just as we arrived on the dance floor,
Don't Stop the Party
by Pitbull stopped. A slow song came on. I gasped.

"It's
Kiss Me
!" I jumped excitedly. Liam looked at me with a cute, crooked smile.

Wait.
He had to ask me to dance. But considering that he couldn’t exactly talk, I had to be the one to ask.

"May I have this dance, my handsome peanut?"

He grinned and swiftly took my waist, holding me extremely close. My breath caught in my throat.

"I thought you'd never ask
," His mouth traced the words just as a small, adorable smile formed on his face.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and we swayed to the music. I constantly looked at my feet, hoping I wouldn't step on him. I was a horrid dancer.

"I'm really sorry, I'm just a really terrible dancer and I could step on your feet. I don't want to embarrass myself," I blabbered, still looking at my feet.

This felt very awkward, though. The snow increased my fear, it spread everywhere. Liam's feet reflected mine, his chuckles making me feel extremely self-conscious.

Liam lifted my head up, his eyes reading through me. I instantly relaxed but tensed at the same time. The smile wiped off his face, and he was intensely looking at me.

Was there something on my face?

I itched to touch my face, but I was unable to look away ever since Liam's eyes met mine. It felt as if Liam and I were in another world, where we were the only ones on the dance floor.

I admired his boyish features. He was just—unique. In every way possible. He was certainly the most beautiful guy I'd ever met. The most perfect one. His eyebrows furrowed and his gaze went from my eyes to something lower on my face.

My nose? Why would he be looking at my nose?

Liam was leaning closer and closer to my face. He gave a small, quirky smile, the one he knew that I had loved for a long time ago; it gave me the feeling as if he knew something that I didn't. Caressing my cheek, he lifted my chin; our noses almost touching. I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing the top of my lip.

Oh. He was
 definitely
 not staring at my nose. My heart's pace quickened.

Just as the last piece of the jigsaw was about to complete the puzzle of my feelings for him, I felt a cold, sticky liquid poured down my back. I gasped. The space between Liam and I was now bigger than I would’ve wanted it to be. Tears formed in my eyes, as the coldness gave me goose bumps.

"Oops?" exclaimed a squeaky female voice I instantly recognized. I turned, only to see the girl I despised most in the world, holding a now-empty cup of punch.

15

He is All I Need

“Remember to let her into your heart,

then you can start to make it better.”

~The Beatles~

Lena Rose Winter

My first 
friend 
in this school. The screechy mouse who was dating an asshole with a huge ego, but not as humongous as hers. I took in her appearance, with a disgusted smirk on my face. She was wearing a glittering, long, sparkly red dress that reached the floor.

Her hair was pulled to the side, falling on her right shoulder in cascading waves. With about a ton of make up on her face, she resembled the ugliest creature I'd ever seen in my whole life.

I was not a hypocrite. I didn't see the 
gorgeous 
girl everyone saw, I saw a frail wannabe seeking attention.

She looked like the last horcrux in
Harry Potter and The Deathly
Hallows, weak but feeding on others to gain strength. I saw through that prideful smirk.  I knew Jonah was a bad influence on her. But Stacy didn’t.

Stacy Hennings.

She crossed the
 
line. It was now or never.

I heard gasps in the gym, every eye was once again glued on my enemy and me. Anger bubbled in me, my nostrils were flaring and my face got hot. I clenched my fist and looked at her.

"Oops? That's all you can find to say? Why did you do that, Hennings?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My fury was 
not 
going to get out of control this time.

My eyes flickered to her hands, still holding the empty glass, clutching it for life. They were slightly shaking. This ought to be easy.

"Well? Cat got your tongue?" I smirked, crossing my arms together.

"You're a bitch," she stated, shrugging her shoulders. I felt my eyebrows go higher on my forehead.

Suddenly, a staggering Jonah appeared and slid his arm around her shoulder. He was positively drunk because his eyes were half closed and his hand held a bottle of beer.

"Heeeeey, caatfiight! Gooooo prettyyyy..." slurred Jonah, barely comprehensible. My eyes met Liam's, whose face was covered with shock, anger and anxiousness.

"
I got this,"
 I mouthed, in hopes of reassuring him. Well, I failed. He had a reason to be worried, though. Last time I talked to Jonah, my fist connected with his face.

"Nice boyfriend you got here, Hennings." Stacy shot me a death glare, before turning to Jonah.

"For your information, my man is a hundred times better than the Silent Freak here," she declared, placing a sloppy kiss on Jonah's cheek. I didn't have time to think about the fact that she'd insulted Liam, because, to everyone's surprise, Jonah shook her off, then wiped her 
kiss.

"Ew! I got uglyyyy cooties," he exclaimed, still wiping his cheek. My mouth fell open. So did Stacy's.

"Jonah, what do you mean by ugly
?" 
gasped Stacy, eyeing her boyfriend. He pointed at her and grimaced.

"Youuu're
 ugly, dumdum."

I bit my lip from laughing. He was acting like a little kid.

This was priceless, but not as much as Stacy's expression. She recomposed from her bewilderment by wrapping her arms around his waist.

By now, the entire gym had gone wild. Everyone was hooting for Jonah.

"GUYS, GUYS. He's just drunk, he-he doesn't know what he's saying," stuttered ‘Ugly
.
’
 
Jonah shook her off for a second time. He took a deep breath, looking quite like a little kid confessing something.

"Yes, I'm drunk. And you're ugly. But yesterday and tomorrow I was and will be sober. And you'll still be ugly. If there's anyone pretty here, it's Elena. She's 
really 
pretty," said Jonah.

Pure awe was written on each student's face. Including mine. Even though he'd said my name wrong, the finger pointing in my direction confirmed his statement. Although I added a little smirk.

I took Liam's hand and advanced towards her frozen expression. She looked like a fish, her mouth forming a perfect
O.

I patted her back, feeling pity. "I'll repeat again, just for you, Stacy. 
Nice boyfriend you've got here." 
She whimpered, sounding like a lost puppy.

All of a sudden, I remembered why I was here.

The sticky substance on my back.

I let go of Liam's extremely soft, warm hand and eyed the room for the item I needed.

Liam handed me exactly what I was looking for, with a knowing smile.

I approached Stacy, who was still frozen. Jonah had left her to hang out with random people. I tapped her shoulder, making her face me.

"What do you want from me, you monster!" she screeched.

I smiled a little, then poured the liquid I had in my hands on her hair. I was pretty sure Stacy's scream could be heard from China. I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oops?" This time, the word came out of my mouth. I walked away.

"You're nothing but a little bitch. By the way, the Silent Freak is ugly, fat and disgusting. I know what you two have in common."

I stopped in my tracks. My eyes met Liam's, he was pleading me: 
Don't do anything stupid. 

The pain that flickered in his sad eyes made me even madder. In a flash, I was in front of her again.

Her lips pulled up, evilly, knowing she'd won. "Excuse you, what did you just say?" I asked, my level of patience reaching its end.

"I 
said, 
you, Lena Winter, are a bitch. And the Silent Freak is the ugliest, most repulsive human I'd ever seen. That explains you getting along with him so well."

That was when my palm collided with her face.

"Listen right here, Stacy Hennings. If anyone's a
bitch
here, it's 
you. 
Liam Christopher Black is my best friend and the most amazing guy in the 
entire 
world. Insult him again, you'll have to cross me," I said calmly, while she was still clutching her now red cheek.