Pirouette

Chapter Forty Six // Kisses And Clubs

- Alison's POV -

The time came for the 'night out' to begin, I was forced to go as usual. I'd much rather be practising my assignment.

I decided to wear my hair in a messy bun with a glittery short dress and heels, it was a bit formal but I wanted be the nicest looking in the group. And I definitely was!

I watched Kim and Hayden say bye to everybody as we left the academy, Ella and Bethany linked arms and walked with Cody at the front of the crowd. I walked alone while everyone chit chatted in their friendship groups.

Ella looked beautiful, she was wearing black shorts, a pink flowery top with knee high socks and doc marten boots.

Maybe I wasn't the nicest looking in the group...

We arrived at the club after 20 minutes of walking, it was silent on the outside. Everyone looked at Cody as if he had took us to the wrong place.

"Trust me guys!" He shouted before entering the club, everyone followed to reveal the biggest most crowded club we had ever been to. The dance floor had hundreds of people on it and the bar almost took up the whole club. It's going to be a good night.

I headed straight for the bar because I don't do 'club dancing'. It's mostly just jumping around and pushing up against sweaty bodies, I think I'll pass.

"Oh no you're not!" Ella shouted from behind me, I took my first shot then turned around to face her.

"What?" I said obnoxiously. She held out her hand to me without saying anything, I looked down at her hand then up again.

"Go on" She said before taking my hand and pulling me on to the dance floor, oh god help me.

"I hate dancing in a club!" I shouted over the loud music.

"What?!" Ella shouted back while dancing, I stood as still as a post because I was extremely embarrassed for all the people dancing like idiots around me.

"Dance Alison!" Ella said while taking both of my hands and forcing me to, I rolled my eyes and began to laugh at how stupid she looked. She was dancing like a forty year old woman who hadn't been on a night out for twenty years.

"You look so stupid!" I shouted while smiling at her, she giggled and pulled me closer. A moment of awkwardness occurred but she didn't pull away, and neither did I.

She stared into my eyes before softly kissing me, of course I had to kiss back. In that moment the shitty pop music was blurred out by butterflies and my racing heart, it felt right and I hope she felt the same way too.