New Found Paradise

Chapter 5 - A night to remember?

*Cheyenne's POV*
When we get to the club the bouncers check our IDs and we make our way inside. The DJ was blasting Drake. We all take a seat at the bar. Sammy and Nate order beers and Hanna and I order cocktails. Nate, Sammy and Hanna are talking, but I'm not in the mood to talk. All I wanted to do was drink and dance. And drink and dance is what I did.

*Hanna's POV*
I noticed Cheyenne ordered 3 rounds of shots. She was tipsy. "I'm getting drunk tonight." Cheyenne slurs in my ear. "Let's dance." She pulls me onto the dance floor and we start dancing. I could already tell the guys were watching us. But she didn't care. After about 5 minutes of dancing I had to pee. I make my way over to Sammy and Nate and ask one of them to go watch her and make sure she's okay. I figured I would ask Sammy because I can tell he has a crush on her. "Sammy, can you go on the dance floor and keep an eye on Cheyenne please? I have to go to the bathroom." I wink. "Sure." He replies with a smirk.

*Sammy's POV*
Cheyenne was full on drunk at this point. "Hey Sammy." She slurs. "Hey baby girl." I say with a smirk. "Sammy, are you flirting with me?" She questions. "I don't know?" I reply. 679 by RemyBoyz ft. Fetty Wap came on, which happens to be my favourite song. "OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS SONG!" She yells. "C'mon Sammy, dance with me." She says pulling my hand. "But...uh...I." I hesitate. I don't want to tell her I can't dance. "What's wrong Sammy?" She asks with concern. "I can't really dance." I say scratching the back of my neck nervously. "Awe, Sammy can't dance." She jokes. My cheeks turn bright red. "It's okay Sammy, follow my lead."
She takes my hands and puts them on her hips. She sways her hips as she puts her arms around my neck. She's singing along to the music. I can't stop looking at her. She notices and looks me in the eyes. I lean in and she doesn't pull away. I know I shouldn't be taking advantage of her since she's drunk, because I know if she was sober she would still be sitting at the bar, but I can't fight it. I gently press my lips against hers. They felt like clouds. They were perfect. She pulls away and looks at her feet. I still can't stop looking at her. This is no longer a crush, I'm falling for an angel. But there's only one problem. She still has a boyfriend.