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“I didn’t say that.” Zane laughed.
“You meant it.” I shrugged, rolling my eyes.
Zane chuckled, grabbing the bottom of my chair and pulling it towards himself. I gasped, butterflies filling my stomach.
“I don’t think you’re weak. It’s me who’s a bit too strong.” He winked.
I scoffed. “You wish. You can’t even beat me at a game of tic-tac-toe.”
“That’s a pure skill issue,” he said, insulting himself.
I laughed. “Oh yeah? Well, beat me at arm wrestling,” I challenged.
Zane stared at me, waiting to see if I was joking.
“Really?” he said with a poker face.
I pulled up my sleeve slightly, placing my elbow on the table, my face full of determination.
Zane stared at my arm and then at me. “Oh you’re serious.”
“Obviously.”
He shrugged. “Okay.”
He stood up and walked over to the other side of the table, kneeling on the floor. He placed his elbow as well, then held my hand. Tingles shot through my skin, making me smile.
“I’ll count,” I said.
“Okay.” Zane gave a nod.
“In three, two-” I grabbed his face with my free hand, pecking his lips. His mind numbed for a second, and I used it to win the wrestle. “One.” I smirked, victorious.
Zane frowned, staring at me and then our hands.
“Wow,” he said. “Worth it.”
I laughed.
“Silence!” the teacher yelled, cutting the moment short. He’d just woken up a second ago.
“Good morning to you too,” Zane muttered under his breath, standing up and taking his seat again.
I suppressed a laugh.
The teacher glanced at the clock with tired eyes, and right on cue, the bell went off.
All three of us sighed in relief, immediately gathering our things and standing up. Zane took my bag from me and put an arm around me, leading me out of class. But we didn’t go towards the exit. Instead, he turned the other way.
“Where are we going?” I frowned, confused as Zane led me down the hallway.
Zane grinned. “You’ll see.”
I gave him a suspicious stare, but let him guide me. We passed the art rooms, the lockers, and the janitor’s closet. The hallway was mostly silent, except for the echos of our footsteps.
Then we stopped before the doors of the auditorium.
“What’s in there?” I asked. “You’re not about to surprise me with Blake’s dead body or something, right?”
He didn’t answer, snorting as he pushed the door open.
-LIA’S POV-
I blinked.
Soft, romantic music played in the background, a song about love at first sight. When I focused on the lyrics, the singer actually said ‘millionth’ sight, instead of first. A chuckle escaped my lips, as I looked around. The lights were off, except for the stage, where golden fairy lights were strung across the curtains, trailing down like enchanted forest vines. In the center was a large whiteboard, standing somehow. Giant letters were scrawled across it in Zane’s handwriting:
“PROM?”
My jaw dropped.
I turned to look at him, and he got down on one knee.
“Zane…” I whispered.
He took my hand in his, fishing out a silver bracelet from his pocket. He placed it around my wrist, clasping it secure. “I know we’ve had bigger things going on. Blood, fights, your sleepwalking, getting attacked nearly every week…” He trailed off, making me chuckle. “But I won’t let anything ruin junior year for us. I want us to have this memory. One that’s ours. A dumb, normal, high school thing.”
I stared at him with a smile that made my cheeks hurt, while tears pricked my vision. “It’s not dumb at all, Zane.”
“Also,” he added, “I wanted to be the first to ask you. Before someone else grew the guts.” He smirked.
“Even if someone else asked, I’d never say yes.”
“I know,” he said smugly, standing up. “But are you saying yes to me?”
I laughed, glancing around again, now noticing the bouquet resting on the edge of the stage.
“You did all this yourself?” I whispered.
He gave me a sheepish smile. “I had help.” He looked into the darkness. “You guys can come out now. It’s probably a yes!”
The Hounds and Christy stepped forward, exiting the auditorium one by one, making me laugh.
“I set up the lights,” Warner said.
“I got the flowers. Exactly the same as the picture he sent me,” Aaron said.
“I was the one who spotted them at the shop,” Sheila said.
“The song was sung by yours truly,” Ajax bowed.
“Wow, really?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes. One of my too many talents.”
“I think you mean ‘many talents’,” Christy said.
“Nah. I mean what I said.”
I shook my head, grinning so wide I was afraid my lips would remain stretched out even when I tried to stop.
“I wrote the lyrics, by the way,” Christy said. “Sheila helped.”
“But the words on the board,” Zane pointed at the sign. “All me.”
I burst out laughing. “God, Zane, I love you.” I got onto the tips of my toes and pulled his head down to kiss him.
Warner groaned, looking away. The others laughed.
“He barely did anything,” Christy pointed out.
“It’s the thought that counts,” I said, pulling away from him.
“Fair.” She nodded,
“You still haven’t said yes, by the way,” Zane muttered.
I bit my lip. “Hm, I need time to think,” I teased.
Zane narrowed his eyes. “You what?”
I tapped my chin, pretending to weigh the pros and cons. “On one hand, you called tic-tac-toe a childish game. And you still lost multiple times.”
“Because I let you win,” he interrupted, jaw dropping in mock offense.
“Oh please,” I scoffed, then added with a grin, “but on the other hand, you got me a bracelet and set up a stage into a whole fairy-light prom-posal with a live soundtrack. So you’re kind of back in the running.”
Zane crossed his arms. “You enjoy watching suffer, don’t you?”
“Only a little.” I gave him a sweet smile.
“Fine.” He took a slow step toward me. “But if you say no, I’m taking my bracelet back.”
“Rude,” I said, backing away slightly, still teasing.
“You love it.” He caught my wrist gently, turning it so the bracelet sparkled under the stage lights. “You haven’t even looked at it properly.”