𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐗𝐈

Saturday nonchalantly picks up two wide glasses filled with that clear, deep blue liquid, the dry ice still floating from it.

♪ I've been waiting all my life ♪

♪ For someone like you ♪

His piercing obsidian eyes drift down, meeting with a very sour look from Xaviera, who had approached him, ungraciously leaving her date, the thin pale girl frowning despite herself.

She looks back towards Bianco, then Ethan and Misaki on the dance floor, then her olive eyes meet upwards towards Saturday's.

"Can't believe you brought her." she says snottily, referring to Taylor, though it sounded more like "You could have ordered her not to come. The one in the ridiculously poofy dress." to Saturday's sharp, peerless ears.

"Why are you bringing this up?" Saturday returns coldly, relentlessly, mercilessly, his shining sharp obsidian scorching into her, the dry ice surrounding his chest- making him appear even more cold and deadly. He looks at Ethan and Misaki, who were happily waltzing on the dance floor, like the happiest of angel 'Kings' and 'Queens.' "As if this dance weren't tedious enough." Saturday continues cooly, and Xaviera didn't miss him glaring sourly at Misaki. It made her feel quite nauseous. 

Ethan suddenly pulls Misaki even closer to him, her small slim body was already pressed against his, and gives her a soft kiss on her pink cheek, which made her blush pinker and hide her petite head against Ethan's broad chest, to which he smirks in satisfaction. Saturday and Xaviera caught all of this- both stuck with a date they had no feelings for: the "left overs" and they couldn't help but glare helplessly at the happy and perfect couple.

"Because you don't know what she did to me." Xaviera fires back, thin, drawn eyebrows furrowed.

"You'd better not be talking about Misaki." Saturday turns his icy glare down at the girl in front of him, to which Xaviera couldn't tear her wanting eyes away from his luscious black lashes. "I've had enough of her for one night." his deep voice was resentful, and somehow, Xaviera knew deep down that the darkly handsome tall, pale, lean, black haired and obsidian eyed boy in front of her had most definitely not had enough of her biggest rival, he never did have enough, and he was never going to have enough...not until the graceful petite girl became his. And that was what gnawed at her from the inside- like a deadly monster born out of her raging jealousy.

Xaviera didn't say anything more, she just glared back at the darkly handsome Saturday, who seemed to have gotten the gist and glances at Taylor- in the middle of the floor, waiting patiently with her hands clasped in front of her, her expression pensive.

She gives an expectant look in her "Black Devil" date's direction as she plays with her hands mindlessly. Saturday glares back at her, but did not end up meeting her gaze. His flexible soulful black eyeballs manoeuvre back down into olive ones.

"Enlighten me." he orders curtly, his deep voice soft, silky and lethally prompting. Xaviera couldn't help but think that if he used that type of voice with any female in the world, or to manipulate any man, they would inevitably fall to him, without a doubt.

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Lucas glances down at her phone screen; he was in a group chat with his two other goons 'C' and 'J' who had sent her a map to Nevermore to which he replied: "You guys close?" and which 'Jonah' had sent: "Almost there" and underneath there was a speech bubble- one of them was typing another response.