“Again, I’ve seen at least three farms in this town.” She points at me, and I roll my eyes.
I turn to the boys, and Jake’s taking me in. I look down at my clothes and start to overthink them. Wait, I’m dressed fine, I should be looking athim. He’s wearing a white shirt and some beige shorts, basic but pretty.
“Who knew you owned something other than t-shirts?” I cross my arms, not letting his eyes trailing my skin get to me.
“Right back at you, Brown.” He places his hands in his pockets and smiles a contented smile at me.
I break his eyes from mine and grab Allison’s arm, lightly squeezing it.
“It’s okay, we’re gonna have fun!” She whispers so the boys can’t hear.
I nod to convince myself.
We all make our way to the club that’s located three stores to the right of the library.
When we get there, I can already hear the music.Like a G6 by Far East Movementis playing, and Allison doesn’t let me pout. She grabs my arm and brings me to the middle of the dance floor. It’s pretty dark with different colors appearing now and then. It’s a square room with speakers everywhere. We can get to the counter if we go straight ahead, and the rest is a dance floor, with a DJ booth on the left wall.
The song vibrates through my body, and I can’t help but feel at home. I take a peek at Jake, and he’s staring at me, which is weird, so I whip my head away from his look.
When the song ends, Allison and I go to meet the boys, and the DJ announces, “Since it’s the beginning of the night and most of you are still conscious and sober, let’s play a slow!”
Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeranstarts playing, and I stand, looking around awkwardly.
I love this song.
As if reading my mind, Jake arches an eyebrow, grabs my hand, and drags me to the dance floor.
“What are you d-”
“For once in your life,pleasedon’t argue, Brown.” He says, chuckling.
“Since you saidplease…” I feign annoyance and, without knowing why, let him take me.
He moves his hands to my waist, a safe place, without breaking eye contact, and I instinctively put my hands around his neck. He is just so-Frustratingand-Intoxicating. This time, I don’t scold myself for thinking this. I can’t really allow that kind of mess into my brain with the song playing through my whole body. There are a lot of people on the dance floor, but in this moment, there’s just me and him, and just for a moment, I forget that I’m not supposed to be this close to him, because he doesn’t see me that way. He still likes Amanda a lot, and that’s why I’m giving him this favor. I feelsorryfor him.
I keep that thought in the back of my mind. He sways me through the song, making me spin and so many other things, and I hate to admit that I love every minute of it. Damn him. He has a look of adoration in his eyes, and I just smile.
It’s just the thrill of the chase.
I push those thoughts away, I have to.
Time seems to have frozen. And by the time I notice, every second we inch closer and closer and closer, I can feel his breath… His eyes struggle from my eyes to below them, and-What the- Someone bumps into me and… It’s Allison. She’s making questionable moves along with Riden, and it’s not like they are not enjoying it. I see that the slow has gone a long time ago and turned to a more upbeat song, also known asS&M by Rihanna, which is already more than halfway.
Just how long did I dance with him?
I realize what I have done. I need to get away from him. God,what was I thinking?
I grab Allison’s hand and take her far away from Riden, leaving him with Jake.
Well, it’s not like Jake minded it one bit. He already has a girl dancing practically glued to him, rubbing against him, and his signature smirk is gigantic. Of course. Of course, I was just a dance he was ready to finish, just to start a different one. His little womanizer self just couldn’t stay satisfied withone girl and one dance.
I feel eyes on me, and look at Riden. He’s looking at me strangely, and I realise why. My eyes were practically closed with the intense glare I was sending the little duo. I then feel someone move their wrist in my grasp and remember what I was doing. I turn to my crazy best friend and ask, “How much have you drunk?”
“Me?! I’m definitelynotdrunk!” Yeah, she’s wasted. I mean, how is that even possible? We got here like fifteen minutes ago.
“Alls! I’m serious!” The music is so loud that I sound like a crazy lady, shouting close to her ear.
“I may or may not have drunk a few shots…” I sigh. This girl. “You know, Mads, you should try it!”
