the dangerous kiss

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Zayn Malik slowly started walking over to where we were dancing. I was pretty dolled up (or my version at least) and was feeling pretty damn good. My friends eyes got really wide when they saw him smirk at me.

Kelsee (who I call Kelso) pulled me aside and yelled to be heard over the music "you know zayn Malik is giving you the eye right?!" I nodded and said "I'm enjoying it while it lasts. Once he realizes who I am he will probly go away" she gave me a disapproving glare and we went back to dancing. The girls always got on me about my self esteem. Even though all of us started varsity on basketball and volleyball teams I still didn't think I was up there in their ranks. Cat (cathrine) was gorgeous with super long crimson hair always curled to perfection with dazzling green eyes. My grey eyes and blonde stick straight hair couldn't even begin to compare. And then Kelso was always so confident and funny and she was well figured and whenever I tried to crack a joke outside of our trio you could hear the crickets chirp

But that didn't stop zayn from coming over and tapping me on the shoulder, "wanna dance?" He asked in a tone that was very demanding. The girls looked like they were about to go into cardiac arrest. I nodded and he led me to the very heart of the dance floor. He took the lead and grabbed my hips pulling me back against his torso.

He growled as he began to tighten his grip on me kind of like a lion would do with its catch. I nervously grinded on Zayn to the beat of the music not sure if he was enjoying it or not. When the song was over he stopped dancing and lead me to the bar. Surprised, but to confused to explain, I ordered a glass of wine. Catherine soon sat down next to me and whisper shouted, "your 18 Leslie get a grip." I just wave her off and continued to drink. As I drank my wine, I felt his eyes pricing at my neck. He was keeping a close watch on me... Too close of an eye. I finished my wine and grabbed Zayn's hand, dragging him onto the dance floor. To my surprise, he didn't dance. In fact, he just stood there like a complete ass.

"Zayn? You alright," I asked.

"Yeah babe." He said in his mysterious voice, " we should get you home it's late." I follows Zayn out to his black Lamborghini and got in. I watched as he cruised through the town unsure of where he was going. When 40 minutes passed, I began worrying. I didn't know this guy. He is way to old for me! Is he kidnapping

me? Am I being held hostage. I looked out the window and held my breath hoping that this shady stranger would eventually Take me home.