Across the Net

Partying All Night?

The future is in your hands so dream your life then live your dream.

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"Are you enjoying the party?" Lana screamed as music blared from the speakers just above my head.

"Say what?" I yelled back, rubbing my bare legs.  I was forced into a dress that barely covered my panties and now this?

"ARE-YOU-ENJOYING-THE-PARTY?" Lana's voice barely glanced off my eardrums.

"I GUESS," my voice would be gone by tomorrow.  I was sure of it.  

I looked around the place.  It was pretty crowded.  Familiar faces were dotted here and there on the passionate dance floor in the Daniels's mansion.  I could never get over the prospect of Lana having that much space in her house to throw this big a party.  My eyes wandered around and rested themselves on an unpleasant sight.  Sofia.  My jaw almost fell right off.  She was wearing the exact same dress as me.  Oh right.  I posted a photo of it on Instagram.  Forgot there was a stalker out there.  

How she did her eyeshadow, her contour, everything was exactly the same as how I did it.  I sighed to myself as she strutted accross the dance floor, flicking non-existent bangs out of her face.  I took a deep breath and felt annoyance mixing with oxygen traveling up into my nostrils.

"Hey Lana," I turned to see Ryan, leaning on a wall right beside Lana, feigning macho.

"Lana, care to dance?" Jacob said stiffly, eyes travelling between the two people in front of him.

"Course," Lana looked contentedly up at her boyfriend and took his hand.

As the couple moved onto the dance floor, Ryan slumped against the wall, pushing back soggy hair that matted his forehead.

I felt thirsty and headed over to the bar.  My feet stopped moving in their own accord.  William was standing yards away, holding Sofia's hand.

"Sofia, you look stunning tonight," William grinned down at her, one hand cupping her chin.

Yea.  Stunning.  Copycat would be a better adjective, actually.

"Orange juice."

I glared at the bartender.  I was actually legal, but I was a light drinker.  Only a few sips would make me drunk as hell.

"Mind your attitude young lady," the man glared with double ferocity.

William turned at the commotion and saw me.

"Oh hi," he smiled.  It looked adorable on his face.  Sofia tried to pull his attention pack on her, but he stood his ground.  "Wanna join us?"

I sat down beside him, making Sofia flush with apparent anger.

I sipped my orange juice the bartender had slapped on the table moments ago, and fell quiet as a slow song rolled out of the speakers.

"You're Sofia right?" Ryan had come over, his face red from beer.  

"Yeah?" Sofia stared up at him, almost angrily.

"You wanna dance?" he asked, stretching out a hand.

"You go have fun," William grinned, his arms straight, clutching at the sides of the round chair.

Sofia stood up reluctantly and took Ryan's hand.  She was whisked off onto the dance floor.

William and I stared at the dancers, who were weaving in and out of our sight.

"Do you want to dance?" he said finally.