Novel & Cerita Sarah's Smile Panic At The Disco

“If I end up looking like a disco ball, I’m haunting you.” She laughed. “You’ll thank me when someone buys you a drink just to ask about your eyeliner.” “I’m not talking to anyone tonight,” I mumbled. “Sure,” Sarah said, flipping her hair. “You say that now, but once the tequila hits—” “I’ll still be ignoring everyone,” I cut in, smirking. “You’re lying. You always start off shy and end up leading the crowd.” She teased. I rolled my eyes. “That was one time.”

Listening to the lively chatter and laughter outside, I cut a look at the man with the unfamiliar smile who sat nearby with his legs crossed. I replied, "Okay."

Sarah looked exactly the same-beautiful, polished, and wearing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Sarah," Nicole said flatly, her body tensing as memories of that night came flooding back. "I've been trying to call you for days!" Sarah gushed, reaching out to hug Nicole, who instinctively stepped back. "You just disappeared from the party. I was so worried!" "Were you?" Nicole's voice was ice cold. "Or were you disappointed that your plan didn't work?" Sarah's perfectly applied makeup couldn't hide the flash of guilt that crossed her face. "I don't know what you mean. You seemed fine when I last saw you-"

"The world isn't going to end if you lose control for five minutes." "I’m not tense, Skye. I’m observant," I replied, my hands resting loosely on her waist. Over her shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Sarah across the room. She was talking to a venture capitalist, her posture perfect, her expression a mask of professional cool. But I saw the way her eyes flickered toward the dance floor for a fraction of a second. She’s nothing like her mother. Sarah’s warning echoed in my skull like a funeral bell. Skye began to sway her hips, the movement exaggerated and sharp, drawing the eyes of every man in the VIP lounge. She was a wild cat tonight, desperate for an audience, and I was the trophy she want

“This one! We’ll start with this one.” My face felt like it was one fire. "Are you sure? It looks a bit... revealing." Sarah grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come on, Lucy! It's time to embrace your inner beach goddess." “Yeah, who knows what David’s going to do to you if you’re not following orders?” Duke wiggled his eyebrows. “You wouldn’t want to be naughty on his birthday, would you?” Sarah asked. “Though… are you trying to give him a different sort of present…”

"I almost came on myself when he whispered those words in my ear. He's like some kind of sex God," Sarah moans, squirming in her chair and I have to force down the urge to roll my eyes. She's been going at it ever since she made her way back to our table after the dance ended. The prospect of being with someone you danced with on the festival night is very high so i can understand her excitement. Richard has been attentive to her ramblings while my attention is on someone who isn't even here and might never meet me again.

Mary said and Sarah just frowned which Mary couldn't see. Everyone was getting into the dance floor and Sarah still didn't know what to do when a guy approached Mary. He stood in front of Mary, as he took her hand in his and said, "May I?" as he offered to dance with her. Mary looked at Sarah and squealed as she nodded and thus they took off towards the dance floor. As soon as they left, another guy approached Sarah and maintained a decent distance between themselves. Sarah looked at the person in front of her, his upper face was covered with a mask so she could see a small smile which he had on his face.

Another presence filled the room, and my heart froze in disbelief. Sarah. Shock cut through me, sharper than the sting of his slap. “I told you she was not to be trusted,” Sarah sing-songed as she stepped into the living room, “and you refused to listen.” She moved with exaggerated poise, hips swaying like she was walking a runway. A bright yellow dress clung to her figure, loud and sunlit, but no color could mask the madness brimming in her smile. “Hiii.” She wiggled her fingers at me in a mockery of friendliness. The grin on her face was stretched too wide, too eager, like a doll’s mouth pulled on invisible strings.

SARAH “You’re insane! You have no idea what you’re talking about!” I screamed, my voice barely audible over the throbbing music in the lounge. The air felt heavy with smoke and sweat, and my heart pounded in my chest. Marco’s smug expression didn’t waver. “You’ll see, Sarah. You’ll come around.” I couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him for another second. I spun around and pushed through the crowd. As I reached the door, Marcel stepped in front of me, concern written all over his face. “Hey, you alright?”

◇PARV POV◇ after that trip dont know what exactly happened but the distance between me and sarah increased I feel like we both are avoiding each other wantedly the thing I dont know is why we are doing like that but something strangely happening between us I dont know what exactly happening with me what kind of the feelings I'm having for sarah I'm lost the moment I seen her in this outfit my eyes are not looking away from her is she cute like this only since from the beginning or am I realizing her beauty right now the way she is smiling and giggling I'm mesmerized her laughing sound becoming the chorus to my heart her dimple while she is laughing the moment of her eyes while she is talking