Go Rot In Your Lamborghini

A Dance, A Date, And A Discovery!

                     "This is...." Jarren paused, momentarily distracted, his blue-grey eyes darted behind me, eyes locked on something. His pink lips were open slightly, and with a frown on my face I dared a glance behind me. Standing behind us was Ado, in the traditional masquerade ball get up in a black tuxedo and a black plain mask. His solid black hair was brushed attractively to one side, curled slightly, and his perfect olive skin held no blemishes. His dark blue eyes scanned me, and a smirk slid it's way across his face. Oh crap. This is the part where I start wheezing and shouting about going to the bathroom. I offered a perfect smile, hoping he would go away or something. Then he approached.

                         "Hello." He broadcasted, to the entirety of the group, a proper smile placed on his cheeks proudly. He looked down at Chase, eyebrow raised, and glanced at me. "Is this your lovely date?" Chase shook his head, while I opened my big fat mouth like an idiot.

                     Scoffing, I looked up at Ado, and twisted my lips together, sourly. "As if!" I snapped, eyeing Chase distastefully. In that moment, I realized I let my cover down. I would be found out soon. While the table burst in laughter, soft chuckles- probably practiced for when they had to asscioate with people they disliked. Chase, whose mouth resembled a cheerio, glared at me. "It didn't seem like you had a problem with me earlier." The table shut up abruptly, and a few of the high society girls raised their finely waxed eyebrows. I was just about to reply when Ado interrupted.

                                  "Well, Chase. Since your date has yet to arrive- would it be fair for me to steal this lovely thing?" Chase smirked, glancing at me. "I had yet to know you were coming here stag. But, yes, you may. I'm through with her." I wanted to retort something rude, but I was pulled to my feet, and close to a good smelling Ado. "I just got here." I stumbled with an excuse. "Might we rest for a while?" Ado ignored me, and pulled me towards the dancefloor. I, however, was not prepared for a situation like this. I didn't know how to dance!

              "Can we, please not dance? I'm thirsty." I mumbled, as he smiled brightly at me, white teeth perfect little squares. "Why not? Come on. Once?" He flashed me a dazzling smile. "I-I." "Too late!" Ado began by spinning me slowly. I was freaking out. Dancing, just- felt like the first time I ever went skating. I stumbled every time my Mother pushed me away from her, and I would have a mini heart attack. But when she pulled me back to her I felt safer. Panicking, I clung to Ado like I was dying. My hands, clawed at his shoulder, my cheeks were probably bright red, and my feet ached. Great.

                                        Ado looked down at me. "Don't tell me- you can't dance?" He paused, and dropped my hands, chuckling loudly. It echoed across the ballroom, and even some of the couples dancing glanced at him rudely. He slapped his knee, sighing happily. A coy smile spread across his lips, as he grabbed my hand again. "Okay, look, just mimic me. This should be simple, because I do this before you do. Also; don't look at your feet. Okay, there we go."

                                  "It helps to conversate while dancing. So, What was your  name again?" Ado was sly, but not sly enough. I smirked. "I never believe I said what my name was." I raised my chin, frowning down at our feet. Ado quickly brought his finger up to redirect my chin. "No," He chastised, " Anyways, I am Ado. You didn't say your name, but you should've. Especially to your date." A small smile tugged at his perfect pink lips.

                      "Date? So this is what we're calling it now?" I shook my head disapprovingly, as he spun me and we repeated the slow foot movements again. "Yes, It is a date. By the way, the dancing is  going to start getting faster and more elaborate. Just a heads up, if you want to- I don't know, quit while we're a head. I don't think you want to make a fool of yourself."  "Well, if it is a date, my name is Ma- Marcello. And is that a challenge I hear?" My own smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Ah, Marcello. What a pretty name. It's only a challenge if you can actually handle it, but by the way you're dancing like a four-year-old, you obviously have no chance against a dancing king like myself." His eyes were locked on mine, as we spun slowly together. But as the violin's strokes became rapid, I knew what he was talking about. A faster paced dance. Oh god.

                       We spun, faster, feet moving quicker, our talking ceased, as I tried to concentrate on my horrible dancing. Soon, I found the rhythm and pattern of the dance, and got used to it. Left foot, Right foot, To the side, Spin. The violin's strokes became faster and faster, and out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed couples were leaving the dance floor. The dancefloor got emptier as the dance got faster, but I didn't care. I was going to win this challenge if it was going to kill me.

                                            The violin was working too fast, I almost stumbled twice, but suddenly, It was all over, and I was spun into Ado's arms as he dipped me low, a smile of wonder on his face. And as he pulled me up again, he bowed, and I curtsied, and we stepped back to see we were the only couple on the dancefloor left. Laughter bubbled up inside me, and I laughed, genuinely. Ado shook his head, amused, and led me back to the table, everyone's eyes on us. Slowly, the dancefloor filled back up, and I glanced towards the table.

                       This time, it wasn't just Chase. It was Zach, Gabe, Rafe, and... another person I didn't recongize. Oh no.