Dance With Me

doce

Demi

I smooth down my red dress, smiling to myself as my girls squeal with happiness from my bed. I wore a cute red dress, adore with a nice cross necklace and a few beautiful bracelets on my wrists, I also had two beautiful diamond earrings and my heels were also red. My make up was light, my lips decorated with a shade of bright red and my hair cast down in waves. I look hot, and ready for my date.

"Girl, Nick's going to want to fuck you when he sees you, I mean he doesn't shut the fuck up about you." Winter says and I smile, turning away from my mirror to look at them.

"Really?" I squeak and she nods, slouching back against my bed.

"Yeah! He talks about you so much, like it gets annoying sometimes." Mack says and I giggle at them.

"Ah, that's another thing they both have in common. Can't shut the fuck up about each other, I mean the other day Demi was talking about Nick so much I wanted to slap her." Bianca says and I roll my eyes before shrugging innocently.

"I like him, what can I say?" I say and they just shake their heads at me. My doorbell soon rings, indicating that my date has arrive.

I gasp, turning around and about to go answer it but the girls shot up from my bed and ran to the door before I could. I follow behind them, watching as they pile up against the wall as Marisol wrench opens the door.

I peek over the girls shoulders to look at him and I gotta say, I like what I see. He wore a red and white plaid flannel over a white knitted sweater beneath, dark blue jeans and nice dress shoes. His hair was comb back, and his brown eyes sparkle with confusion as he sees the girls in front of him. He also hold a pink flower in his hand.

"Uh, hey girls. Is Demi here? I'm here to pick her up." He says and looks over them to see me behind them, he smiles and waves at me. I wave my fingers, smiling widely at him before crossing my arms over my chest, wanting to know where this will be going.

Marisol does the unexpected.

She straightens her figure, looking at Nick in the eye, before raising her hand and bitch slapping him so hard across the cheek that left me gasping and covering my mouth as Nick's head whips to the side by impact. She grabs him by the collar and pins him against the wall, his eyes wide with fright and a red hand print on his cheek.

"Okay, Jonas. I see you like my best friend or our best friend, I know you're a nice guy and that. But if you so much as hurt her in any way, shape or form, I will personally beat the carajo de tu maldito culo, you will first see us if you do so. I will kill you, hurt her and you die. Me escuchas? Te mueres. Understood?" ( fuck out of your damn ass. You hear me? You die.) Marisol says sternly, her voice cold as she glares up to him.

He must've heard the overprotectiveness and meaning behind her voice, he gulps slowly before nodding, understanding. "I promise, I won't hurt her. You have my word, Marisol." He promises and Marisol narrows her eyes at him, looking for a hint of lie in his eyes but there was none. She nods wordlessly, and pat his already hand printed cheek.

"Good boy. Now get on outta here love birds." Marisol and steps away from him, Nick relaxes and fix his sweater as I move my way through the girls to him.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't know why she slap you like that-" I started to say, my hands on his jawline as I inspected his cheek. He chuckles, waving me off.

"It's fine, you have good friends. Very good friends, keep them close." Nick says and gives me a smile, I look back at the girls and smile softly at them as they look at us, beaming.