Salty Licorice

Chapter 18

Avery's POV

I watch as Liz drags Danny and Leo to the dance floor and out of my reach. I feel a part of me disappointed that I let Spencer get under my skin enough to distract me from her.

I feel Emily run her hand down my shoulder and grab onto my bicep. "I wanna go dancing to, come on Aves," She whines. She starts to walk and lets her hand slide into mind and proceeds to drag me towards the dancing crowd, while I keep my attention on the girl in a beautiful green dress and vibrant red hair.

Soon we were standing next to everyone else grinding and dancing against each other to some rap song the DJ is playing. I keep looking at Liz who's just moving her hips to the beat and laughing with something Leo whispered in her ear. I feel Emily's arms draping around my shoulders and her fingers tickling the nape of my neck while she steps close to me till her body is flush with mine. She moves her hips making me move with her before she takes one of my hands and guilds it to her waist, before doing the same with my other hand.

"You're acting like you've never danced with someone before," She teases with a flirty smile.

"I can dance, I'm just," I trail off, looking back over to see that Liz is dancing with Spencer now and I feel my blood boil.

"Hey," she turns my head with a hand on my cheek. "Let them have their moment, you'll look like a jealous girlfriend or something if you go storming over there now."

She's not wrong I'm not dating Liz, so I can't exactly get jealous of who she's dancing with, or should I say on. I just get this gross feeling, like I wish I was Spencer right now and Liz only looked at me that way and laughed at my jokes and only held me in her arms. I sound so possessive, I just want her. I haven't had the chance to actually talk to her and tell her how she looks like the most beautiful girl in this gymnasium tonight, but I'm probably being biased. I'd still think she outshines everyone else here even if she showed up in old dirty sweats.

I feel Emily move to the music and I move with her, closing my eyes and letting myself just listen to the song and go with it. I feel her hands move along my neck and shoulder blades, and feel her warm breath against my face as a hand finds its way into my hair. I let my hands move lower till it's just above her ass letting myself feel the curve of her waist.

"Avery," I hear Emily's soft voice whisper break me out of my near trance and my eyes flash open and I see how close we are, our lips our near touching.

I lean my head slightly back and out of her reach without pulling out of her arms. "Emily, what's going on?" I ask more for myself than her.

"You always do that," She groans and pulls out of my grip before walking off farther into the crowd.

I'm just left confused and unsure what it is I apparently always do. I shrug and walk over to the tables and sit down after grabbing a soda. I look out and see Spencer with a strange look as she looks over to where me and Emily used to be before she finds my eyes and gives me a wordless question to which I just shrug in reply.

Most don't know this but sophomore year, Emily was very confused and was questioning her sexuality, and the person who helped her determine the truth was none other than this ambitious lacrosse girl with a growing reputation of wooing girls. She talked Emily into experimenting and claimed she could help her find out if she was attracted to girls and if she was she would teach her what she needed to know. That girl was none other than Spencer, at the time I was friends with her that was until she used and hurt my best friend. Used her and ghosted her and every time Emily would try and confront her about it she'd claim innocence and that nothing ever happened between them.

I look back at the cheap table cloth sliding my soda can across the top of it leaving a trail of condensation before finally taking a swig. My head is such a mess right now, I could really do with a break from all this drama. I pull my phone out and see a message from Marisa, when I open it I see a photo of her on the beach sitting in the sand. I take a photo of the dance and send it back, getting a response immediately which tells me she was reading a book on her phone. Her message reads: