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With the last year of school looming, Hannah Woodville, hopes to keep her head down, get the grades she needs and leave for university.
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Step by step, together, we made our way to the middle, where a range of people were situated, allowing the sombre tune of the violins glide them.
It felt like my heart was threatening to rip out of my chest. With each beat, it got louder and louder, to the point where my heartbeat was the only thing I could hear.
How did I allow myself to agree dancing with Zac?
The want and need to run away from him, allowed myself to run to him. I was never going to escape him.
"Melissa?" I questioned in a quiet mouse like tone. My eyes darted around the hall, trying to see if I could recognise her beyond the masks.
"She couldn't make it," Zac plainly responded. He didn't bother to add anything else and left me to flick my eyebrows upwards as a response.
"I... Erm... can't dance." Awkwardly, I tried to fill the small silence between us.
Zac showcased a devious smirk. "Neither can I."
When we finally got to our destination, we stood still, not knowing where to look or place our hands. My eyes slightly shifted to the ones we left behind, they all faced us, talking away, yet it felt like their pupils were attached to us, waiting for us to dance.
It was the start of a new song, the violins mixed with the cello and flute, created a spectacular tune that masked my entire body. Something about the music made me feel sensual.
The unexpected touch of Zac's hand, wrapped around mind, caused me to slightly jump. Instantly my eyes flicked back. With my hand elegantly placed into his, he lifted it up. He then guided my other hand on his shoulder, whilst his was placed around my waist.
My pupils connected with his stark sea of green pupils, which shone brightly in contrast to his dark mask. My jaw clenched down hard as I sucked a sharp breath at the beautiful placement of his hand.
He pulled me an inch closer to the point where I could feel heat emit of his broad chest, and latch onto my bare skin.
Before I knew it, the music enabled us to move around. We started to glide across the marbled floor, closely passing the other couples. For a moment, it felt like we were the only ones dancing. It was just us and the music. Not a moment went by where we lost eye contact. I couldn't bring myself to detach my pupils away from his.
This was the first time dancing with him, but we were in sync as if we had been dancing all our lives.
"I've been meaning to get a chance to talk to you," Zac let out in a dangerous low tone, just over the music.
"Talk? Talk about what?" I questioned.
Deep down, I wanted to keep the silence between us. I just wanted him to take the lead in this dance, and guide me around.
"You know," he let out quite hesitantly. "Just things that have been going on recently."
Audible sounds escaped from my mouth, unsure of what he meant, but with the thumping drum inside my chest, I had a feeling I knew what he wanted to talk about.
