Belle and Shawn danced to a lot more songs together and were having a blast. They only danced with each other, no one else.
“I’m going to use the bathroom. I’ll be back soon,” said Shawn and Belle nodded and he left. She walked over to the refreshments table to get a dring. All that dancing had made her thirsty. She took a drink and then saw Taylor not to far away so she put her cup down and walked over to her.
“Hey Taylor. Great party.”
“Thanks Belle. Are you having fun?”
“I sure am. Come on over here, there are less people. We can chat.”
“Okay,” said Taylor and Belle led the tall red head back to the refreshment table where she left her drink.
“Did you get to meet a bunch of people?”
“I met a few. So, was that your boyfriend you were dancing with,” asked Taylor.
“I wish,” Belle replied and then she realized what she just said. “I mean…um…uh…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t say anything,” said Taylor laughing.
“Thanks,” replied Belle and she picked up her drink and took a sip. It tasted a bit off but she didn’t think much of it. She was really thirsty so she took another drink.
“Hey Phil,” said Shawn as he approached his uncle/best friend.
“Hey. Why aren’t you with Belle?”
“I told her I had to go to the bathroom. I’m getting kind of nervous about telling her,” admitted Shawn.
“You have nothing to be nervous about,” assured Phillip. “She wouldn’t have danced every song so far with you if she didn’t like you.”
“Yeah, your right. I’m just going to go outside for a minute to cool my nerves,” said Shawn and he headed for the door. When he was almost at the door he saw Belle grinding on the dance floor with a guy Shawn knew from school.
‘Oh god. I better make my move soon,’ said Shawn and he started to head her way but then stopped. ‘I can’t tell her yet. I’m going to cool off outside for a minute and then I’ll tell her,’ thought Shawn and he walked outside.
Belle was having a blast. She felt like she didn’t have a care in the world. She wasn’t really sure who she was dancing with. She knew that she knew the guy. She recognized him from school. Was he in one of her classes maybe? What does it matter? He was pretty cute and she was having fun dancing with him. All of a sudden he stopped dancing and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to go upstairs?” ‘What will it hurt? I feel like doing anything right now,’ thought Belle and she nodded her head and he led her upstairs and into one of the bedroom.
Shawn came back to the party after a few minutes. He didn’t want to leave her alone for too long with a bunch of other guys. It’s not that he was jealous of the guy who was dancing with her or anything, he was just being protective. Shawn knew that the guy liked to score with a bunch of girls and he didn’t want him to score with Belle. Shawn knew that he had nothing to worry about because Belle would never just sleep with some guy. He just didn’t like her dancing with anyone but him. Okay, so he was being jealous. That is only because he loved Belle though.
Shawn looked around the party and couldn’t find Belle anywhere. “Where the hell did Belle go,” he asked no one in particular.
“She went upstairs,” answered a guy who was passing Shawn and heard him ask the question.
‘Why the hell would she go upstairs,’ wondered Shawn. He worked his way through the crowd of people and up the stairs. He opened bedroom doors looking for Belle and found her when he opened the third door. He was shocked by what he was seeing. Belle was lying there with that guy on top of her making love to her. Shawn couldn’t believe it. How could Belle do this, and on the night he was going to tell her he loved her no less. He turned around and bolted out of there and out of the party. He couldn’t stop that single tear from sliding down his cheek.
This message has been edited by Goddess247 on Dec 16, 2001 9:54 PM
