Can anyone tell me the three branches of government in the US?" The teacher calls out to the class. The class is silent. "It was in the assigned reading from last night."
The class is still silent, you are sitting, staring out the dusty window chewing on a pen, and not paying attention. Eyes are locked on the Lacrosse field which you can see from the room. A deep sigh falls out of your mouth. The image of the night sky with a freckle of stars was happily dancing around in your head. You close your eyes and can almost feel the flannel blanket behind your back that you would be laying on top of. A hand would grab yours and you would look away from the sky and meet the green eyes of the boy beside you. Brett. He props onto his side on the blanket and looks down at you. Another sigh dropped from your mouth only this time a yawn trailed behind it. You go back to chewing your pen and imaging Brett smiling at you. His mouth opens and speaks.
"Miss Bri," A voice calls out, but didn't sound like Brett. "Miss Bri!"
The person behind you kicks the back of your desk and you head falls off the hand you were resting it on. The pen drops out of your mouth and onto the floor. Angrily you snap your head towards the desk behind you. Brett was lounging back in his seat with a smirk across his lips. His long legs had made it capable for him to kick the back of your desk.
"Seriously?" You almost shout at Brett. "Come on Brett!"
Brett purses his lips and nods his head for you to turn around. You snarl at him.
"That's cute." He whispers then nods for you to turn around again.
"That's cute." You mock.
"Miss Bri!" The teacher yells. You snap your head toward the front and there was your teacher standing in front of your desk with crossed arms. "Miss Bri since you have been looking out the window and not paying attention to class would you please answer the question that your peers couldn't answer?"
"Could you possibly repeat the question, sir?" You asked feeling embarrassed.
"What are the branches of Government in the US?" He asks.
"Executive, Legislative, and Judicial," You say. "We learned this in elementary school in social studies. Nothing new."
The teacher goes back to the board and writes them down along with descriptions of what they do and their importance. Brett kicks the back of your desk again and you quickly grab his leg and squeezed it. Your claws extend out slightly. He leans in and you turn you head toward him. He squints his eyes.
"What are you a teacher's pet?" He asks then his voice becomes mocking. "Everyone learned this in elementary school."
"No I just know things from elementary school."
"Want to let go of my leg before I grab something of yours?" He asks then licks his lips.
You shrug and let got of his leg.
After class you rush out and Malia runs to your side. She's smiling widely and is jolting from excitement. Lydia and Kira walk up behind her caring their math books. Lydia shakes her head, but smiles.
"So I have an idea," Malia's brows go up and down. "An idea for all of us to go have some fun for a change."
"And that would be?" You ask.
"Well it was actually Lydia's idea, but..."
"But what?" You ask almost frightened by the idea.
"Let's go dancing!" Malia shouts jumping. "We can bring the guys and meet guys and you can-"
"And you can dance with tall, lean and aggressive over there," Lydia tilts her head staring at Brett. He was grabbing something out of his locker. "It could be a very fun experience for you."
"Fun experience?" You ask shaking your head. "Like he would even go out dancing."
"Did someone say dancing?" Brett walks over and leans against the wall propping his arm on it. "Where?"
"There is this place that allows teens," Lydia purses her lips and looks at you. "On saturdays until about midnight. It's like a club."
"I'm in!" Malia jumps up and down. Everyone gives her a strange look. "I'm excited because I love to dance!"
"We know." Lydia rolls her eyes.
"I'm in if Scott is in," Kira says hugging her book. "I think it would be a lot of fun!"
"But you need to practice some, the last time I saw you dance you uh..." Malia drifts off.
"Okay, I have until friday to learn how to dance better." Kira looks a bit nervous.
"I could help out," You say. "I'm pretty good and I'm sure once you get around Scott you'll know what to do."
"Is that so?" Brett boldly ask. Lydia smirks at you. "You know how to dance."
"Yeah!" You say. "Of course I can."
"We will see Friday night." He says smiling wide.
"Will you?" You respond.
"Oh yeah you'll be dancing with me that night." He says and walks away.
You turn and look at all of your friends in the eye lifting a pointer finger toward the direction Brett walked to. You open your mouth to speak.
"Did he just-"
"You have a dance partner now!" Malia shouts happily. "This is great! Things are going to heat up!"
"Yeah he's so into you," Lydia says. "You guys are so something."
"Yeah we're friends," Your eyes go wide. "Just friends."
All three girls shoot you a look.
"Just friends." Kira whispers.
It's friday you along with the rest of the girls were getting ready at Lydia's house to go out. You walk out of her bathroom with a black skirt and black faux leather crop top on. Everyone's mouth drops open. You look at them to see Lydia in her usual skirt and tucked in short sleeve top applying mascara. Kira is wearing a plaid skirt with a tank top tucked in. Malia is in a pair of black shorts with a red tank top on.
"What?" You ask. "What's wrong."
"You're definitely dressing for someone tonight." Lydia assumes.
"I am not!" You shout digging through your bag for some lipstick. "opposed to everyone else in here."
"Babe," Lydia places a hand on your shoulder. "You may not think you are dressing for anyone, but you are doing so without even knowing and I bet those boots are to make you a bit taller so he can-"
"Don't even go there!" You point a finger at the red head.
"So he can kiss you more easily," Malia says nodding her head. "That's a good idea."
"I think you guys could be cute together," Kira says grabbing her purse and strapping it across her chest. "I mean you guys are going to this club together."
"No we are not," You say confused. "I never said that."
"It sounded a bit like Brett did." Kira informs.
"He didn't say that he said-"
"That you two would be dancing together," Malia corrects kira. "But that means you guys are together."
"No we are not!" You shout running a hand through your hair. You finally confess. "We just have fun together!"
"Fun together?"Lydia leans in. "Fun like what?"
"Stuff," You shrug. "Nothing important."
"Oh so no kissing?" Lydia asks. "On the mouth."
"Lydia!" You shout and grab a pillow of her bed and toss it at her.
"Hey watch it!" She ducks. "It took me a while to accomplish this hair look!"
"The guys are ready and on their way to club," Kira says looking at her phone. "I can't wait to see Scott!"
"We look hot." Malia flaunts. "I mean really look at us."
The club was loud and bodies were press tightly together moving to the synthetic beats playing through the sound system above. You pull down your tight crop top examining the area with a smile of joy forms on your red lips. A cool mist was floating at face level keeping the room at a tolerable temperature and the air breathable, but somewhat hard to see. You run a hand through your loose hair and move it to the side. With a jolt of your heart you take a step forward eagerly. The floor is crowded and vibrating with movement and jumping. You can smell many different perfumes and colognes, but you could smell his specifically. He was here.
As the beat and the bass get louder you start to dance moving your arms and head to the music and surrounding yourself with more people on the dance floor. Malia pounces over to you and starts to dance with you. She roles up on you and places her hand on your hips, making you start to sway with her. His cologne was starting to become stronger, instantly you rub at your nose. Kira appears on the floor and starts to move her arms awkwardly and jumping off beat. She slows her moves down trying to go more with the beat.
"Come over here!" You shout. "Dance with us Kira!"
Kira comes closer and the three of you start to dance together. Hair was flipping and you guys were dancing up on each other.
"I think you've gotten better Kira!" Malia shouts. "You must have been practicing!"
"I have, because I wanted to look good for Scott!" She smiles.
"Have you seen him yet?" You ask still dancing.
"Not yet, but they are here!"
You take a deep breath knowing they were here, Brett was definitely here and even closer. You look up scanning the near by crowd feeling strange, something like excitement, but it felt different. The floating mist dissipates and the crowd is much easier to see. You lift head up and scan the new faces, they lock on a tall boy dancing with a girl not too far from you. The tall boy turns his head and makes eye contact with you, instantly you drop them back to your friends. It was Brett.
"Your eyes!" Kira shouts. "They are glowing! Are you alright?"
"Oh hell! Yeah I'm fine." You shout and close them for a second when you open them you look back over to area where he had been. He was gone and the girl was standing by herself looking a little annoyed.
"What the?" You ask confused. You scanning the dance floor again to try and find him. None of the faces looked familiar and the space between bodies was getting smaller and smaller with every dance move.
"What's wrong?" Malia asks.
"Nothing." You shake your head. "but where is Lydia?"
"She's at the bar, someone bought her a drink."
"What?" You ask shocked.
"She looks mature for her age!" Kira comments.
Suddenly everyone stops dancing with you. They smile and nod their heads walking away.
"Hey wait!" You shout again the music. Then you see Stiles and Scott dancing with Malia and Kira. Or trying to dance. "Oh."
You stand there awkwardly by yourself feeling left out. You start to rock on your feet and move your shoulders watching people around you dance. Suddenly a hand slides over you waist and onto your stomach. You instantly latch onto it and as you are about to throw it off someone speaks.
"Dance with me," The voice whispers pulling your back against him. You breath in and know it's Brett. The music seems to get louder. "I've been waiting all night."
"I've been fine on my own," You slightly snap, as you feel his hand slide up your stomach and beneath ends of your top. "Dancing with..."
Brett brings other hand up your arm and over your shoulder, up your neck and slides it into your hair. Your head is slightly tilted, but you both start moving together and your eyes close. It was supposed to be your turn to retaliate. You feel him up on you.
"I saw your eyes," He says. "I wonder if anyone else saw them."
"Who cares, I guess I was having too much fun with Kira and Malia," You grab his wrist and pull his hand out of your hair. "And it might look like a play on lights."
The song ends and a new one starts to play while green lasers started flickering over the crowd. You turn around quickly and finally make eye contact. He's wearing a dark v-neck shirt, but you couldn't tell what the color was in the lighting and dark wash jeans. He even had styled his hair. He was looking good and smelling good.
"I think it was something else." He shouts.
"Oh you do?" You ask.
"I think you were jealous of the girl I had been dancing with. She was a good dancer."
You laugh and shake you head. Brett was something, but this was a new something.
"That's ridiculous," You try to hide a growing smile.
"It's alright to be jealous, but there is nothing to be jealous about," He snakes an arm around you waist and back and pulls you closer to him. "Out of all people in this place I only want to dance with you."
"Sure." You roll your eyes.
"It's true." His eyes catch the lights in the club and almost seem to glow. "Well I want to see you dance."
A smirk slides up your face along with a hot blush. Brett releases you and you take a few steps backward. The music is loud in your ear drums and your heart beating fast making your chest vibrate. You start to move your body knowing Brett was watching, you you twist your waist and slowly lift your arms up. You close your eyes and just feel the moment then open them to see Brett.
"Come over here!" You curl a finger up. "Dance with me I can dance by myself all I want to."
"That was the plan." Brett comes up to you.
You grab him by the waist, press him to your chest and start to slowly dip low swaying your hips until you make it to the floor. Once to the floor you sway your hips back up running your hands up his stomach and over his chest. You gaze up to see him smiling and biting his bottom lip. You turn around and do the same thing, except when you come back up you press yourself against him.
"How's this?" You ask boldly. "But you're not dancing."
His arms wrap around you and both of you sway to the music together. Deciding you be a little dangerous he reaches for your arm and wraps it around his neck. His hand run down the sides of your chest than down to your waist, then back over to your stomach. He leans into your neck and you reach your hand up into his hair.
"Want to make things more dangerous?" He whispers into your ear. His lips graze your earlobe.
"Things can only get more dangerous." You barley whisper and close your eyes still moving with him.
His hands run down your stomach, and waist. He grabs your skirt and inches it up and you can feel his heart against you back. His hands slips beneath the material and find the sensitive skin of your thighs. You grab his hair and exhale a deep sigh. You're body starts to heat up and sweat was forming along your forehead. The air around you get's thick and the music is being clouded out by the beat of your heart.
You open your eyes and the crowd is packed around you. No signs of Kira with Scott or Malia with Stiles. Liam had opt out to stay home and play video games with Mason. What would Liam think or how would he react to Brett's hands on your thighs getting dangerously close to a certain area of your body. Brett's hands move up higher and graze the fabric of your underwear. You slightly jump feeling an adrenaline rush, pulling at his hair again.
"What were you thinking about the other day in class?" Brett asks breaking the daze you were in. "I was so curious, I mean you were completely gone."
"Wouldn't you like to know." You tease releasing his hair. You drop your arm.
"I would," His hands trail back down your knees and away from your body. He turns you around and you both stop dancing. "I would like to know because if you're thinking of someone else I'm going to have to show him what's up..."
"Really Brett? Also if we aren't going to dance I'm going to leave the dance floor." You say placing a hand on your hips.
You start to walk away and he grabs your wrist hoping you would stay.
"I just want to know. Please tell me." He pleas.
"If you want to know...I will tell you it was about someone," You smile and the lights in the club start to strobe across the floor. He drops your wrist and you grab onto his waist and pull him closer. "A boy, a tall boy."
"A tall boy?" He scrunches his face.
"With green eyes," You smile and look off in the distance. "And a sweet smile and funny hair."
"Green eyes?" He lifts a brow. "Funny hair?"
"Yeah hair that's curly, but cut in an overly trendy sort of way."
"So."
"And we were gazing at the night sky looking for shooting stars. Laying on a blanket. He was quite cute. Had a nice body that I wanted to just-"
"Does this guy play a sport?" He plays along.
"I think he does," You nod your head. "Was it hockey? Or was it football?"
"Hockey? Football?" He looks angry. "Who plays that around here?"
"I think it was Lacrosse, yeah Lacrosse," You wink up at him and bring him closer. "I think he might have looked a bit like you."
"Me?" He looks stunned for a second and then smirks. "Looked only a bit like me?"
"Yeah, but then you had to be an ass and kick my desk so I didn't get to finish it."
"What were you-he-we doing other than looking up at the sky?" He asks.
"Holding hands about to fall asleep."
"That's cute."
"Yep." You sigh leaning up into his face. You heels allowed you some height. "It was nice."
"Why don't we do something like that sometime?" Brett asks. "I think it would be fun."
"Yeah?" you ask.
"We could pick up where the other night left off and where your day dream left off."
"I think that would be nice." You drop your head hiding a blush.
His hands move up to your neck and lifts you head up. His eyes were glowing a yellow and locked onto yours. You could feel it, your eyes were glowing too. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead and drops down and presses on to the corner of your mouth.
You bring him in closer to you and start to dance again.
"Ow Owwwww!" Someone shouts in the distance.
You turn your head to see Malia and sticking a thumbs up and Stiles raising his brows in an exaggerating manner.
"Get It!" Malia shouts again.
Brett just laughs.
"Do they know something that I don't?"
"Maybe, but it looks like we might have to step this game up a notch."
