Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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She walked into the crowd, looking around.
"There you are!" It was Zico who found her this time. "Come, let me show you something" he said.
Grabbing her gently by the wrist, they walked all the way to the front of the speaker.
She could see the DJ from here, and he must have done something special because the crowd did a bunch of oohs and ahhs during a change in the music.
"Do you see how we're falling deeper and deeper?" Zico leaned in close to her and asked her.
Clementine only nodded, she was overwhelmed by the feeling of the room.
She was facing deeper and deeper into something.
"You have to learn to read the music," Zico continued. "Look at the DJ," he said nodding towards the front, "he's reading the audience. And we read the music. With time, he takes us inside it all."
They must have been there for a while, sound bending time. But then Zico motioned towards the water bottle in Clementines hands, which was nearly empty.
"I'll go refill it for you," he said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you," Clementine handed him her water bottle.
He brought her back to the group of their friends, and disappeared.
Clementine tried to think of way to not make it too awkward, being there without Zico, but she didn't have to think long.
One of his friends she met on the street found her, "are you lost?" He asked.
"No," Clementine was taken aback.
"Where have you been?" He continued laughing, and Clementine, relaxing realizing that he was playful simply answered:
"Around."
Everyone was trying to dance to the music, and then the friend started getting a little too close, leaning into her, going in and out and trying to dance around her.
Clementine tried not to reach too much, but it started getting out of hand and she knew she needed a way out.
She ran out, leaving the group behind, towards the bathroom. At that moment, Zico turned the corner and they ran into each other.
"You didn't have to come find me," he smiled, "I was going to you."
Clementine only looked p at him, wide eyed, and decided to not tell him about what just happened.
"Here," he handed her the water bottle, "take a drink."
Clementine paused for a second, hating that she wasn't able to fully trust him with these doubts, but she waved them away and took a sip.
Then, before she barely had time to move the water bottle away from her mouth, he grabbed her face and kissed her. Gently enough at first. And harder when Clementine pushed into him finally, realizing what he was doing.
She was freewheeling and he was her wrecking ball. And she didn't care.
She felt like flying.
Finally, they pulled away.
"Come on," he said, and motioning toward the dance floor, he took her hand and she followed.
