Celeste blushed in embarrassment and shame.
"Of course it doesn't appeal to you; its a dress, not lingerie," Greyson blurted out, almost accidentally. "Where are you headed anyway?"
Amber replied immediately, "just a party", in a deceivingly honest tone.
"Translated to mean another excuse to rub up against strangers and return at 3am completely wasted?" Casper intervened, unable to help himself. The blonde glowered in his direction, furious. There was a flash of anger in her eyes, something he wondered if anyone else had noticed, and then she was her cool, composed self again. There were a few slow steps towards him, her heels hissing dread as they clacked on the floorboards. And then she was too close, or close enough that he was waiting for Ashley to punch the other girl. The involuntary chills climbed his spine as Amber traced his jawline with her cold fingertips, either hoping to annoy Ashley, or simply make him flinch. Her lips moved closer, and for a moment he wondered if she would attempt to kiss him, but then she merely whispered. "Hold onto that adorable little sweetheart of yours tight."
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I'll know what you do. You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.