75: The Last Cigarette

TAYA's POV : Our hair, body, and clothes were soaked, but we didn't care. With our hands clasped together, we just laughed at the people who gave us weird looks as we made our way back inside. Not everyone was giving us weird looks though, some people cheered and whistled at us too. Principal Finn had a concerned look on his face, and Judah just flashed him a wink. We were making a dash out of the ballroom, followed by claps and cheers. I wished we could stay for one more dance, but Judah had given me an offer I couldn't refuse. As we made our way out to the parking lot, I caught a glimpse of Hallee's red dress stuck amongst a row of bushes. I couldn't help laugh a little, wondering about that girl and her bushes fetish. "After you, my lady," Judah had his hand out to me as we reached his motorcycle. "Why, I thought you said chivalry's dead?" I said as I took his hand, and he led me gently up the bike. "Not tonight," and that boyish smirk came out again. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *