porn star dancing ★ rosénali

chapter twelve

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FRIDAY arrived in a jiffy; and we all know what Friday meant to Rosé, Utica, Olivia, and Mik — party, party, and more party. And Rosé, obviously, wasn't in the right mood for it — as she was still physically and emotionally screwed up, just like she had been on Tuesday. Worse, even. But, still, the last thing she wanted to do was go to the Strip Enigma, and see you-know-who. So, what would be the best thing to do?

Well, Rosé hadn't gone to the strip in exactly 7 days; which had given her the time to do something very important she hadn't done in weeks — homework. In fact, Rosé was almost certain she had become Mik's clone — before, the blonde used to sit at the desks in the very back of the classroom, slept through all of her lessons, and barely participated in them; now, her notebooks were overflowing, and so was her brain; and there wasn't a single class in which she didn't raise her hand to intervene.

Rosé had seen a clear improvement in her grades in the past week, and she attributed it to having a much clearer and lucid mind; yet still, though her brain was abounding with knowledge, the blonde felt a huge void in her soul, and in her heart. And the reason for that feeling had a first and a last name.

Rosé was in the Chemistry lab, working on a project with Mik — their teacher knew the two were good friends, and worked together exceptionally, so he had no problem putting them together as a pair. Just then, Rosé's phone dinged in signal of an incoming text message, distracting the two girls.

Unknown: Hey blonde bombshell, it's your dancing queen ; )

''Who is it?'' Mik asked from across the table, but Rosé only looked up in silence.

''Denali?'' Rosé said to herself, and without putting much thought to it, replied.

Rosé: Hi Dee! How did you get my number?

Denali: Your short bimbo friend came to the strip yesterday and gave it to me

'Mikaylee!'' Rosé whisper-yelled.

''What?!'' Mik whisper-yelled back.

''Why did you give my number to Denali? No, most importantly, how did you give it to her — I mean, how did you know the strip's address? How did you recognize Denali? Did Denali know who you are? Oh god, I bet she said something bad about me...'' Rosé bombarded Mik with questions.

''Don't ask so many questions, gorge. There's only one that matters — isn't this exactly what you wanted to happen?''

Rosé heard Mik's question, but she didn't answer it — she didn't want to admit Mik was right, after she had just told her she didn't want to see Denali ever again.

Denali: Listen doll, I just wanted to tell you I miss you. A lot. And I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me later today

Rosé: But don't you have the night shift today?

Denali: Oh she memorized my work schedule... How sweet

Denali: Don't worry about that Rosita. I'm the best dancer there, it's not like they can even afford to kick me out

Rosé chuckled at the black-haired girl's reply.

''I assume you're saying yes to the date.'' Mik pointed out.

''Should I...?''

''Of course you should! She's the girl of your dreams! You didn't stop talking about her, until a few days ago when you came with the nonsense that she didn't love you back. And now, as you see... Once again, Mik was right.'' Mik proudly said.