London calls me a stranger

Chapter 4

Sam's POV

Arriving in the safety if my dorm, I slam the door shut behind me. What was going on?! Why was Matt all of a sudden violating me? What does he think he's doing? Does he think that he can treat girls like that? Well not me! I'll be resistant! The emotion of the last few moments make my legs give way and I slumped on to my unmade bed. I buried my head in my pillow and tried to block out the world. But it's no use! I'm still here. To think that I've always wanted to come to RU, I would never have thought about this situation. Being penetrated by a womaniser... At secondary school I was always the girl that never got any male attention. The geeky frizzy-haired girl with glasses. I never really spoke out until sixth form. Oh why can't I return to the young, simple me, who's biggest worry was to not be picked to read in English.

Just then April bursted into the room, "Oh Sammy!" She almost sang.

I buried my head deeper into the pillow. I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. She pulled me away from my dark, safe haven of my purple pillow and gets my attention by pitching my cheeks. "Ow!" I exclaimed at the sharp spark of pain from my cheeks.

"I have some big news to tell you! But anyway you first. How was your date with Conor?" She teasingly asked.

"It wasn't a date! I was just helping him with his photography assignment."

"Yeah yeah, that's how it all starts! Anyway, you'll never guess who's having a party tomorrow night?! Ruby! She's inviting practically all of RU!"

The whole of RU? That obviously included Matt. Great.

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I woke up and prepared for my first dance class. I didn't know what any of the other students do or wear in these classes so I just settled on a oversized black jumper, black ballet leggings and obviously coloured converse high tops to finish off the look. In my work out bag, I packed a water bottle, deodorant, notepad and pen, ballet shoes, characters, and a towel. On the way out of the dorm, I woke April up and grab a big black scrunchy to tie my hair up with.

I'm running late... again! I wasn't doing too well with timing at RU, but the class was easy to find so I arrived there with enough time to get settled.

The other students were greeting friends from last year after a long summer. The class room was a rectangular shape, pictures of people performing intricate dance moves were hung on the wall. Ballet bars lined the walls and a large mirror to the back of the room filled the entire wall. Chairs were pushed up against the left side of the hall. I walked over to them and sat down on one second from a door frame that led to the toilets. I kicked off my converse and placed them in my bag. And got out my characters and buckled them up. Taking a long drink from my bottle of water, I heard a voice very close... One that I could recognise from a mile away. "Can I have a drink, sweet heart?" A husky whisper came from the seat next to me. With a mouth full of water and my lips still on the bottle cap I turned to see Matt sitting next to me. In surprise, I almost choke on my water. Coughing and spluttering, I turn to him and choked out "do you ever just say 'hey'?"

He laughed and took my water bottle off me and takes a quick sip. "I'd like to take you out, Sam." He said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. He said it as though I had no choice.

"Be resistant" I thought to myself. "Well lets see good your dancing is and then I'll think about it!" I said flirtatiously, taking my water bottle off him and walking confidently over to the ballet bars.

I began with leg stretches. A tanned male comes next to me and began to stretch as well. I place my leg onto the bar and stretch out my hamstring by reaching down my leg to my foot. The tanned boy looked at me shook his head and came over to me. "No, no here!" He said holding my waist and shuffling my foot, that was on the floor, back a few inches, "you'll put your back out if you don't stretch with enough room!"

As I shuffle back a inch or so more, my back begins to lessen the pain and I can stretch further for my foot. "Thanks..." I trail off for I don't know his name.

"Jamain, Jamain Costa." He said holding his hand out for me to shake. I bring my leg down off the bar and lightly shake his hand. His icy gray eyes, full of life and hope.

The teacher assigned us our partners. I was placed with Jamain which was good because he was a year older and had been transferred from Spain to come here to study dance. "And remember the tango is all about passion and fire, so let me see it" she said as we move into the dancing frame. His body pushes a little bit too close to mine. I gasp and step back a little creating space between us. Madam Launder protested.

"No no no! You must be close to feel the passion" she said, her french accent annoying the shit out of me. She scurries off to help other students leaving me and Jamain impossibly close.

He slid a warm palm down my back. His hand rested on my bear crook of my spine and I gasped in surprise. His deep laugh trickled hot breath down my neck.

"I knew it," He said, he moved me around trying to get a feel of his new dance parter, "you're afraid of anything below the neck"

"I'm not afraid of anything!" I said slightly irritated about his comment, but inside I knew he was right. I've only ever kissed a boy, I haven't had any experience like probably half the girls he had danced with. I've only ever had one serious relationship when I was about 15, but that resulted in me calling it off because he tried to do something. I discarded the memory from my brain and reposition us in the dancing frame. "Now lets see your dancing" I said firmly.

A smirk crossed his plump pink lips, "Try and keep up" he whispered and we began to move. And by god he could move.

In the most heated ways the tango could. His body pressing firmly against my own. The moment of heated passion and drive was there. Sharp movements and head turns were almost forced upon me. I've never moved like this before. He dipped my body down low and my head automatically tips back. For those short seconds our eyes meet and we know exactly what the other is thinking. Then back to the tight body space of the passionate tango. My body is spun once and ending with my leg resting on his hip. His hand rests on my rear but that doesn't matter. Our heads are touching by the forehead. A sweat bead trickles off one of his caramel brown waves. Both out eyes closed we take a moment or so to catch our breath. Feeling his chest vibrate under my hand. Feeling it raise and fall seemed to be the only thing I could register. Our eyes open at the same time and both of us knew. I have never had this strong a connection with anyone. We were born partners.,

Our moment is broken by a round of applause from not only the class but including Madam Launder. "très bon, très bon. Class dismissed." It took a while to move out of our position. But I lowered my leg and then moved slowly over to my bag. I think any faster my legs would have given in.

Matt follows, "Wow that was..." He stutters out, still out of breath.

"Yeah" I say retrieving my bag.

"So what about our date?"

"Hmm I still have to think about it. I'll tell you at the party tonight!" I said, leaving the studio taking one last look at him.

"See you there" he says giving me one of his signature winks. I turn away and walk down the hall. And like the first time I saw him all I could think was... Wow.