𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 // 𝙟𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

[ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤 ]

jeremiah pulled stella aside. he took her hands in his and started swaying playfully. she chuckled softly, checking behind her. "you're gonna get me in trouble with paige."

he let go of her hands for a moment. "hey," he whistled at steven who was standing nearby with shayla.

jeremiah helped him take off his jacket and put it over his own body. nicole noticed and let out a low mumble. "okay, harry styles."

stella's body practically jolted at the mention of harry styles. "harry styles-"

"look what you did," jeremiah said playfully to nicole. he turned back to the girl in front of him, readjusting the jacket. "how's this? this better?"

she let out a sarcastic laugh. "wow, much better."

he took her hands back in his and started swaying to the music again. stella was doing pretty well, dancing wise. she only tripped over her own feet a few times before jeremiah had guided their dancing to the side of the room.

"hey, alexa," he said. "play 'so pretty'."

stella couldn't help but laugh before the boy pulled her towards the middle of the room. he started dancing very unformally and she just had to join in on the fun.

he shimmied off the jacket and twirled it in the air. stella did her own little dance before laughing and saying, "this is so stupid."

"stupid like me, right?" jeremiah smirked at the girl.

even though stella had pretended to not remember what had happened on the night of the fourth, that didn't mean that she had actually forgotten.

her face turned a subtle shade of red at his comment, recalling the events from a previous night.

*flashbacks*

"he just said stuff about how not to date stupid boys, you know? and he was all like, blah blah blah, stupid boys like... jere." stella mocked her best friend's voice.

jeremiah's lips parted slightly. with his eyebrows raised, he said, "really? i'm a stupid boy?"

"maybe that's just my type," she said, not even realizing that could potentially mean. she was too drunk to think before speaking. or acting.

he smirked. "does that mean i'm your type?"

*flashback ends*

based on her reaction to his subtle comment, jeremiah was starting to change his mind. it hadn't even crossed his mind that maybe she was lying about the whole thing. maybe she had remembered their little moment from the fourth of july.

he decided that until she brought it up, he wouldn't. stella found her way back to the boy and they were dancing again, but this time, less formal. he spun her around by her hand and she did the same to him.

she was thankful that jeremiah had showed up. the whole dance class became a lot more fun because of him. they continued dancing before they noticed paige walk back into the room.

"what is going on here?" the woman said firmly.

the whole room quieted. jeremiah stepped forward with a permanent downwards smile on his face.

"alexa, stop," paige ordered. the music shut off. she looked up at the tall boy who had caused this chaos. "jeremiah fisher, why aren't you at the pool?"

jeremiah glanced at stella mischeviously before replying with, "uh, we had a code brown. yeah, we lost the keys to the chemical closet."

the woman opened what looked like a book full of keys. she pulled one off and tossed it to the boy in front of her.