Scholarly (Yelena X Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter Seventeen

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains descriptions of anxiety and allusion to past SA. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.  

 The club is already packed when we enter, people writhing together in the center. I immediately shrug off my jacket as I follow behind Sasha, holding tightly to her hand so that we aren't separated.

We make our way back towards the corner where the crowd is less dense. Sasha stops and turns to me, a huge smile on her face.

"Lets dance!" she says, having to yell to be heard over the music. I turn back to Jean with my jacket outstretched in my hand and he takes it without question before Sasha pulls me to where Hitch is already dancing on a girl I don't recognize.

Sasha sways her hips, pulling me against her. The buzz I'd worked up earlier takes the edge off my nerves and I dance against her, laughing loudly at how ridiculous we must look together.

Hitch leaves the girl she was dancing with and yells to us that she's going to find someone to buy her a drink. My anxiety spikes as she disappears into the crowd but I remind myself that she can take care of herself.

Sasha leaves me momentarily to pull Mikasa over with us from where she was standing with Jean awkwardly against the wall. Jean trails along with them , Connie seeming to have gone off on his own somewhere.

He comes behind me, resting his hands on my hips as I dance, pulling me closer to him. Laughter bubbles up from my throat, everything feeling light and exhilarating. Sasha dances on Mikasa, who appears to be slowly getting more comfortable.

We dance for what feels like hours, song after song cycling through. At one point we see Connie up by the DJ doing god knows what. A thin sheen of sweat coats my skin and my throat feels incredibly dry.

I turn to face Jean and pull him down so that I can speak into his ear.

"I need something to drink!" I say, still having to speak loudly. He nods his head and takes my hand.

"I'll come with you!" he says. I push through the crowd, Jean behind me holding tightly to my hand. When we finally make it to the bar I have to squeeze between people to wait for the bartender to notice me. Jean releases my hand but stays behind me as we wait.

She eventually comes to me and I get water, practically chugging the glass as soon as it touches my hand. The cold liquid feels heavenly.

I turn back to Jean and notice that Hitch has joined him, a man I've never seen standing beside her with his arm thrown over her shoulder. He's got dark hair and a nerdy looking haircut, immediately making me question how he could be Hitch's type.

"Y/N!" Hitch yells excitedly when she sees me, leaving the man's side to hug me. By the way she's walking it's pretty clear she'd continued drinking after we got here.

"That's Marlowe," she whispers into my ear, giggling as she looks back over her shoulder at him. "He's in my econ class; totally has a thing for me."

"Would that thing happen to be mutual?" I ask, trying to hold in my laughter.

"Shhhhh," she says loudly, holding her finger up to my lips and giggling even more. "Don't tell Annie," she whispers with a wink. She pulls me back over to where the two men stand talking and turns to Marlowe.

"Where'd your friend go?" she asks him, her eyes scanning the people around us. He shrugs and holds his hands up mouthing 'who knows'. She huffs and turns back to me.