The Virgin on Campus| PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED

ch. 9| Dancing with two left feet [Taylor]

Taylor Clarkson's P.O.V

I looked to Sebastian who had a small cup of strong smelling vodka in front of him and I looked down at mine and gulped. I don't have to do this. Well, who was the one to say 'Challenge accepted' I felt myself get sweaty and with the amount of people crowded behind us made this worse. I wouldn't be surprised if I start sweating up a pool. I touched the small glass and by now Sebastian had already drank down the vodka, without hesitation. I wish I could do that.

I stared at it. Sebastian chuckles at me, touching my shoulders. "It's okay, wasn't expecting you to drink anyway," He says, with that grin. I rolled my eyes. I'm gonna do it. I held the glass in my hands and couldn't resist shaking it. I closed my eyes and drink the vodka. And all I could feel was the burning of my throat. I yelped. I wasn't expecting this.

Sebastian chuckles from my reaction. He smiles and grabs another glass of vodka. Why!?!? I shook my head at first, I can't bare the pain again. I gulped as another glass came about. I held against my lips and inhaled the smell. So strong. I swear I could vomit in just a second. I swallow down and bolted my fist. This is torture. I looked over to Sebastian who drank each glass lightly, with hesitation. I am amazed. He drank the next shot with ease and smirked. Focus, Taylor. I stared again at alcohol. I guess I can cross this out of my bucket list.

After about, eight more shots, my head was on the brink of exploding. I felt dizzy and legs were the worse problem. They wouldn't stand still. Curse you legs! I stood up, standing against a wall, trying to push my weight to wall whiles trying not to seem like I was struggling. Unlike Sebastian who wasn't as buzzed as me, he stood totally fine.

"Come on, Taylor," He says, holding my shoulders guiding me through a sea of sweaty, half naked bodies. I closed my eyes, I'm about to see things I'll regret seeing. He pushes us through and the meaningless music grews louder and people start dancing ,groping, grinding every thing in the book that was disgusting. I got a littled tensed and I might have cringed.

"Taylor, relax. I'm here," he says, spinning my body to meet his eyes. I felt a little relax but honestly, I was scared. I'm not used this. He dropped his hands, down my waist and pulls me close. I don't do anything, I have two left feet. I'd embarrass myself. I don't know what to do. He sways to the music and I move along with him. We get into the music and by now, my arms are wrapped around Sebastian's neck. I rest my head on his shoulders and take in his cologne. This went way better than expected. Aren't I lucky.

"May I have this dance?" Some Blondie with deep blue eyes asked, swinging his arm around my waist and pulling into his hard stone chest. I gulped. This can't be good. Sebastian smiles at me and starts dancing with some other girl, in nothing but a cropped top and tight shorts, that made her thighs, look like they were struggling to breathe.

"So, what's little Ms. Taylor Clarkson doing at a party like this?" He says, playing a smirk across his thin pale pink lips. I frowned. I have to get away from this jerk. I tried to pry his hands from my waist but they were hooked on tight. I groaned.

"Excuse me! Get you get off me!" I yelled, struggling to pull of his hands. I guess that fake couple nonsense, didn't work. He smirks and pushes us closer together. I pressed my hands to his chest. And he smirks again.