Chapter two

We walk into the noisy club and the strong pungent smell of liquor  immediately hits my nose.

I look up at Steve and can't help but admire him. He was the epitome of teenage cool, something straight out of the movies walking right beside me.

As we take each step forwad, I notice heads turn around to stare at his new conquest and murderous looks from girls. I wouldn't blame them for being that way.

He leads me to a coach and I look up to find myself in a table full of some famous boys in campus including the president.

They  are all good looking. But suffer from prince syndrome, this is usually what I call guys who think they are handsome and are so full of themselves. Steve sits beside me , one of the guys tries to talk to me and he puts his arm on my shoulders, as if he's marking his territory. The  guys look at each other confused. 

I look around and find Bella the sassy girl in my class dancing. She has never been my friend but we know each other. She looks at me smiles and comes to sit on my lap.  I can't hide my frustration, I mean I'm trying to act cool because am hanging out with cool guys and she chooses this moment to extend our friendship. 

I push her gently towards the guy sitting next to me and she lands on his lap. The whole group bursts into loud laughter the boy is really embarrassed. He shoves her away making her stumble forward before vanishing into the crowd. 

I'm holding some beer bottle. Steve says it can't get anyone drunk it's like a soft drink. But I decline the other drinks he tries to suggest. 

" Guys, this is Twain my, my...."he clears his throat, "my friend and..."

I feel my insides begin to boil. 

He goes around to introduce me to everyone and they all seem to be friendly trying to engage me into a conversation.

"Why would you  make Bella sit on my lap?" Jake the guy next to me asks.

Am trying to hold back my words but my mouth bursts without thinking.

" I thought you would like that, well am- a-," I fumble with my words.

"Even you , you couldn't stand her, why would I be able to,"  he shoots back. And for the first time I realize they all don't like her. He goes ahead to explain how she jumps from one bed to another.

I feel Steve's arm tighten around my shoulder and he gently holds my chin to face him.

" Are you enjoying yourself, I mean are you comfortable?" he asks.

      

" Totally, am glad I came,"

He tries to speak and another song comes into the speakers. My favorite dance hall. Totally ignoring him, I start singing along . Maybe it's the beer fuelling my confidence. 

" You wanna dance," I ask him. I don't wait for him to reply because am heading to the dance floor.

Oh my God, what did I just do , I try to turn around and he's behind me. He's part of the modern dance team and a good dancer. I have to make an impression at least. I have to try.  Am not such a good dancer, I mean am kind of thick with extra skin. And some curves that I don't like.. All my life, I've wanted to be thin and petite.

I begin to move my waist singing along, before I notice, I'm whining my waist It's this song by Rihanna and Drake. Am trying to control myself, moving my waist slowly, holding my knees and standing on the tip of my toes. I feel him moving behind me dancing. 

He lets out a groan of pleasure and I begin moving even faster. I hear some people cheer. But I don't mind. You have to make a good show. Pretend you know how to do it. My movements are faster and I feel his erection on my behind. Crap! What did I do.

I stop dancing and stand , so it was only the two of us and the whole dance floor was cheering us. I might as well die. We're they laughing at how bad I dance. Jake is staring at me with eyes full of lust and they are all clapping.

The music turns to slow and sensual. He immediately grips my waist and we start moving with the rhythm. The other people return to dance and am relieved.

He's looking at my face. And our eyes are locked. There is something about this moment I don't want it to end. I look down but he holds my head up.

" You know, I'd , I'd like us to be friends, I mean hang out alot and do stuff together"

" That's alot," I say.

" No, I mean it's okay if you don't want that, friendships take time, "

" I didn't mean know, I meant- I was going to say that we can't be friends, we are so different,"

"  Your waist, it's so flexible," he remarks.

" Oh!" I gasp.

" I mean you dance so we'll, and it turns me on, I didn't know good girls also dance so we'll," he continues. 

I'm utterly shocked trying to hide my blush and surprise. He leans closer and I can feel his breath on my forehead and nose. He spins me and am back in his arms colliding with his chest as his lips brush my nose. His movements are graceful. I look up to find murderous glares from girls around me.

He lets go of my hand and starts to dance around me some cool Break dance moves, everybody cheers. I make a move to step back and he pulls me back. Still making crazy sensual moves. Am not used to all this attention and it might as well blow my mind. 

Steve clutches my hand and we head back to the table.

" All that for a girl," Jake jokes.

I take my beer and finish it all after some gulps, I feel a little bit better and the tension is gone. I take the second drink and do the same, then the third bottle, I move towards the fourth one, before somebody holds it.

" That's not a good way to drink,take it slowly." Steve  says. I stand up but wobble and fall into his lap. 

" You wanna dance,"  I ask again. I don't wait for an answer. I begin dancing on his lap. And there is his erection again. I laugh pleased.

"  I think I should go home,"  I say.

One of the guys offers to keep me busy if Steve wants to go but I say no.  He helps me to stand up as we make our way out. Once we are outside, the earth begins to spin I hold him more tightly. I can tell he is looking at me amazed or should I say pleased.

I stand in my toes and crash my lips on his. His surprised but kisses me  back. His lips are soft and kind of cold tasting bear and some flavor I can't let go off. First he takes my mouth  hungrily then slows down, kissing me slowly, making my mouth his.