Forbidden Sister

Seven

Mike groaned looking through his closet. He didn't want to go to this. He hated large crowds like that. Plus he didn't want to see El with Troy. But she asked him to come, and he was a suckered for her.

He couldn't stop thinking about thier kiss. Soft, sweet, gentle. It felt amazing. But he knew they could never be together. It was just difficult not to fall for a girl like El.

He settled on dark washed jeans, a plain white tee shirt, and grabbed a leather jacket he had in the back of his closet that he's never worn.

He was meeting up with the party and they were going together. Expect El. El was going with Troy.

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El looked in the mirror examining her outfit. A black halter top dress, stopped mid thigh showing off her tan legs. She left her hair down and curled it carefully. She did natural make up with a light pink lipstick. And put on some black heels.

She spun around doing one final check.

Troy seemed nice enough in the quick conversation they had. But he wasn't the one she wanted. He was. Michael Wheeler. But she couldn't. They both knew it.

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The party was already three drinks in, Mike hated drinking, but he needed in after the thoughts he has having lately.

El showed up, still only on her first drink, with Troy attached to her arm.

"Hey guys!" She yelled cheerfully.

"El hey! You look so good!" Max yelled hugging both her and Troy.

Troy stood there talking sports for a bit with Lucas.

Mike scanned El, every inch of her. Stunning. Perfect. Amazing. Eventually his eyes made thier way to her face. Hey eyes locking his.

She smiled.

"The leather looks good on you"

Mike shurgged

"You okay?" She asked.

He nodded

He didn't know what to say.

"What do you say El? Wanna go dance?" Troy asked and she nodded taking his hand.

For most the evening El was with Troy spinning, dancing, and laughing around the boy.

Mike jaw clenched anytime he saw the picture in front of him. He hated it. He was several beers deep. He wanted to punch the guy. But he knew that would result in her hating him.

El was several drinks and shots in. Dancing around the floor freely, laughing, buzzed.

This time when Mike looked up her.back was to Troy's chest. Grinding and swaying her hips all over him, hand reaching up to his hair, a smile on her lips.

He sighed. He wanted that to be him. He had her at the concert. They kissed. But she wouldn't risk Max or Will finding out. She told him to forget it ever happened.

Troy went to talk to his friends for a bit since El took his attention most of the night.

El laughed collapsing onto the couch next to Mike.

Mike looked over at her and arched an eyebrow.

"You look hot tonight" She giggled

"Uh--- thanks?" He questioned.

"Why aren't you up? Dancing?" She asked.

"I don't dance El.."

"That's a lie.. you danced with me" El smiled at him