"I need you to do me a favour... I need you to tell me you hate me, tell me you don't want me to kiss you"
"I hate you"
"I can tell when your lying love"
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Emilia Adamoli, the newest driver on the grid. A rookie with a dangerously impressive dr...
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Charles and Isi disappeared moments ago too dance and in their absence I got progressively restless very quickly. I was sitting across from Carlos and Lando as they babbled on loudly about football, a sport I knew arguably not a single thing about and so my boredom had suddenly overcome me. I was most definitely a dramatic person I don't care to admit that, I suppose it just makes me extra passionate. So as my boredom grew radically, my fingers tapping against the table to the melody of the pumping music, I couldn't help but huff and puff a few times. Desperate for the two to entertain me in any sort of way.
Lando's eyes glanced at me a few times as Carlos flailed his arms explaining something about someone in the Spanish football team. Why was he always glaring for!? I pulled a face at him the next time he glared at me just before I scooted from the booth.
"I'm going to go dance you lot are boring!" I announced, both their heads turning to look at me fully now as I stood hands braced on my hips and a proud smile pulled across my face. I didn't need any friends to have a good time! The alcohol had seemingly given me far too much confidence If I were about to dance on my own.
"We'll come find you soon niña!" Carlos yelled when I turned and pranced towards the dance floor with a strut of purpose. My sandals had long since been discarded and lost possibly half buried beneath the sand at the moment. The warm sand crumbled between my toes with each step I took, the soft ground inviting me further into the crowd of dancers. A thin layer of sweat had coated my body, tiny grains of sand sticking to me, a usually uncomfortable feeling gone completely unnoticed from the mixture of alcohol but also pure joy I was feeling in this very moment. No matter missing Bella, I felt at ease in this bustling crowd. When I felt settled and contempt with my position, decidedly not venturing too far into the mass of people so that I could still keep an eye on my friends through the throng of bodies. I finally let the music overtake me once more.
The music was harder than it had been all night. The beat harsher and the tempo faster. It was some kind of Spanish house song I'd never heard of nonetheless my body moved to the music.
Musica
People around me mumbled the words as we all danced side by side enraptured in our own entirely different lives.
Musica
The song repeated the same word, the song quickening with every new beat.
Musica
Musica
Musica
My hands travelled the length of my body, caressing each and every curve accentuating my figure, the brown fabric sticking to my body, pulled and teased in all directions as I moved. My hands brushed over my stomach, my chest, up to my neck flowing through my hair swaying side to side as my hips rolled in circles to the entrancing music. With another spin I twisted and was met with a pair of dark beautiful eyes watching me a short distance away. I couldn't quite make out his entire face with the darkness and aggressive lights flashing, but he was tall, his hair cut short seeming to be a blonde colour? I could be wrong though, he wasn't close enough for me to know exactly.
