Some of you might have read this before. It's a story I called Another Gaze before, but I wrote a little bit more on the subject and I've separate it in two parts. The one who have already read the story, and if you don't want to read it all over again, please still review it? The part that I've re-written is at the end, when Trevor and Tess are outside.
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People were jumping around, pushing, sweating. They were screaming in unison, and I could barely make out the words of the song, but it didn’t matter. I was screaming too, my mouth wide open and articulating words I couldn’t even hear on top of the song the band was playing.
Everything was a blur around me, apart from those clear blue eyes that were still watching me.
When the concert began, I caught hold of them. I was so absorbed by them; I didn’t even remember the other features that composed the face they were set in. But again, it didn’t matter. I was here to see my boyfriend perform.
I forced myself to jump like the others surrounding me, swinging my wet hair out of my eyes. I looked up, trying to actually see the boys that were on the stage. Sam was up there somewhere, playing his guitar and jumping up and down to the beat of the song he was playing. I knew that even if we didn’t see each other, it meant a lot to him that I was here tonight.
It was his first real show, opening up for a quite famous band called For Today. Round In Circles, Sam’s band, had performed a lot in the last year, but it had been a great surprise when they received an invitation to play with one of their favorite bands.
Once again, a flash of light illuminated the mysterious eyes, looking in my direction. They caused me to turn around abruptly, pushing past two guys that were moshing. They smiled at me, looking me over to make sure I wasn’t hurt.
“I’m fine,” I mumbled, but the tall blond guy still looked at me, startled. He put his ear close to my mouth, shaking his head to show he hadn’t heard.
“I’m okay, thanks,” I screamed this time, and another smile stretched the guy’s lips. His thumb lifted into the air and he walked away, leaving me.
I looked back to a bunch of guys, dancing and punching the air around them, some were screaming at the top of their lungs.
That was exactly why I loved concerts so much. The energy level was at its highest, and nobody was really judging.
What are you waiting for? I thought. I smiled, taking a few steps into the mosh pit and throwing my arms around. It didn’t take long before my body was tired, my heart beating fast and my lungs burning to get more air. But deep screams, low guitar riffs and repetitive drums were all you needed to get a thousand over excited teens to let loose, including me.
People were pushing back, forming a larger open space in the middle of the crowd. It didn’t take long before that hole filled up with people, pushing each other hard. I was pushed into it, not having a second to resist, before someone else rammed into me. The little air I still had left in my lungs was gone in a second as my mouth opened in a silent scream. I was on the floor but hands caught me, trying to help me up. When they finally succeeded, I stumbled to face those eyes again. They were piercing my soul, probably seeing right through me. My hands went up to my chest, like I was naked and I was trying to cover myself. I felt my cheeks growing hot, and I knew they were a deep shade of crimson. Thank God for the poor lighting, I thought.
The eyes that were still looking right in mine were left me feeling hot all over. I felt nervous, even though I didn’t have any reason to be. My thoughts were jumbled... A puzzle I couldn’t even begin to decipher.
While I was still obsessing and trying to calm myself down, we stood there, immobile and oblivious to the untamed crowd surrounding us. The light was reflecting off of the blue irises and my eyes went down a little to gaze at the full lips that were stretching to a warm smile. An intimate smile, my mind corrected.
Are you okay? He seemed to say. His lips weren’t moving, but his eyes spoke in a way no lips, no matter how beautiful, could have done. I nodded, still too stunned to answer. He wouldn’t have heard me if I did.
His eyes drifted to the back of the room, where an exit was probably nestled. Do you want to go outside? His eyes seemed to ask. I did, it was incredibly hot in here, and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. He seemed to understand too, like he could read me just like an open book. Like my thoughts were all exposed before him. He took my hand and pushed his way into the crowd. It didn’t take long before we were through the main door, taking deep breaths of fresh air. It had been rare back in that stuffed venue.
He spoke then, his voice taking me by surprise. It was pretty low and rough, not what I had expected from a guy like him. Legs clad in a pair of dark skinny jeans, and an August Burns Red shirt tightly covering his chest, he looked like a pretty big guy.
“It’s pretty crazy in there. I wasn’t sure you were going to get out of there alive,” he said, laughing at his joke. I smiled, I wasn’t sure I had the energy to laugh.
“My name’s Trevor by the way,” he said, looking at me expectantly.
“I’m Tess.” I extended my hand out of habit. He took it in his, shaking it once before letting it go. My hand bounced against my side, and I could still feel the pressure of his palm against mine, a tingling making its way up my arm.
“August Burns Red’s a good band,” I said, eying his shirt. It had a rhinoceros and the band’s name in big rectangular letters. He smiled at me.
“I got it when they came here a few months back,” he said, picking at the bottom of his red shirt.
“It was an awesome show, I was there too.” My voice was high pitch, like I was excited we had been to the same show. I clamped my lips shut, feeling stupid.
This is insane. I looked away from him, eyes traveling over the ground but I still saw an ocean there, the same color of his mesmerizing eyes.
“I hope the fresh air helps,” Trevor said, his voice seemed a lot closer than it was a few seconds ago. He had taken a step closer, sitting down on the stairs leading to the door. His legs stretched up, and his knee was almost touching me. I had to breathe in deeply to calm my heartbeat. It was beating so hard, I felt like I was breathless.
“Yes it does, thanks.” I felt a smile stretch my lips and I knew it wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.
I haven’t felt like this in a while. Not since I first met Sam, I thought, a sickening feeling taking its rightful place inside my stomach. Trevor’s lips were moving once again, probably making some conversation but I couldn’t quite hear him on top of the rambling inside my head.
I was cursing at myself. Calling myself names I probably didn’t even deserve for feeling something else for a guy I didn’t even know. For feeling something I haven’t even felt in months. Not for Sam, not for any other guy.
I felt something hot on my arm and looked down to see Trevor’s hand.
“Tess? You sure you’re alright?” I felt my cheeks grow hot again.
“I’m fine, I was just lost in my thoughts.”
“You seem to be thinking an awful lot.” He laughed and patted the spot beside him on the stairs. There was barely enough space for me, and when I sat down, our legs were pushing against one another.
“That’s how I am,” I said.
“I saw you at the beginning of the show; you didn’t strike me as someone pensive. The way you were moshing...” He laughed once again and winked at me. It felt like my stomach was tumbling in a free fall.
“Should I say thanks?” I laughed too, somehow managing to turn to him, our knees rubbing together.
“It’s a compliment. There’s something incredibly sexy about girls who don’t think before doing something.” It was like he could see right through me; see my thoughts like they were written in my eyes.
He came closer, lips parting, eyes closing slowly. I knew what was about to happen, and I wanted him to kiss me. My body was leaning forward in response, and his hand grabbed my knee, supporting himself with his other hand that was clamped on one of the stairs. His lips barely touched mine, fluttering like butterfly wings and my eyes flew open just as he pushed against my mouth, deepening the kiss. I backed away and he froze in place, like he was suddenly made of ice.
“I think we should go back inside.” His hand squeezed my knee, his eyes dropping to the floor in disappointment.
“Yeah, I think they finished.” We could see a mass of people coming towards the glass door, probably taking some air before the next band came up.
“My boyfriend’s probably waiting for me back stage...” I didn’t know why I said that, but I felt like I had to explain myself somehow. He nodded, smiling faintly.
“Let’s go then, I know a better way.” He got up, hand extending towards me to help me get up. I took it and let it go reluctantly when we were finally on our way. He brought me to an unlocked door, but didn’t open it right away. Hand on the door knob, he turned to me.
“I know this may sound weird, but if you ever break up with him...” He motioned towards the general direction of the door. He then took my cell phone out of my pocket and entered his number, a smile forming on his lips. I felt hot all over and embarrassed by the fact that he was actually doing it, but when he gave my cell back, I couldn’t help but to smile too. He then opened the door, leading me to where the bands were all waiting.
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