Life's Desire

The Club

Hey, guys!

I'm back with something new. Something fresh. Something... good. :D Buhahha. Okay, so this story just fell on my head. I kinda know what it's going to be about but I don't have anything solid,yet. Bear with me here! Okay, so I hope you like it. Leave a comment, please! I want to know if I should fix something or if it needs more details or more dialogue or whatever. (: Thank yoou.

Peace out, <3

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The lights, the music, the atmosphere and the life in the club were overwhelming. The bass was making the walls of vibrate and the chatter made Alina dizzy. She wasn’t used to this kind of things but since it was her 22th birthday, she decided to go and dance a little.

The club was packed with people of all ages. Alina saw a few familiar faces on the dance floor and on the bar. Charlie from calculus. Della from anatomy. Even nerdy Evangeline from computer science.  There were a few girls that looked too young to be in the club. Some of them were flirting miserably with the bartender and one of them was passed out on one of the tables.

“C’mon, Ali!” her best friend, Ella, having a blast, “Live a little, birthday girl!”

Ella was in the dance floor sandwiched between two guys dancing inappropriately. That’s the kind of thing that Ella would do anywhere. Alina got used to Ella’s craziness long ago. Ella gave them a dangerous smile and they smiled back.

Alina laughed and moved to the dance floor. This year was going to be different. She was going to enjoy every second of it. Last year Alina got so drunk that she passed out and woke up the other morning in the same spot. So, this year she was going to be sober. Not even one beer. Nothing.

The beats were perfect and she released her body. It moved on its own accord following the beats. Her hips swayed and her arms moved sexily. Guys turned to look at her and she shot them a sexy smile, challenging them. Girls turned to see what are the guys looking at and scowled, clearly annoyed that Alina was stealing the show. Alina was grateful for the belly dance lessons she was forced to take when she was young.

She heard Ella wolf-whistling, “That girl can move!” Ella was still between the two guys from earlier. Ella was too much for them. They clearly couldn’t keep up with her. Alina repressed a laugh and focused on dancing.

It came so natural. Every time she hears music, it’s like a switch when ‘ON’ inside her. She automatically starts moving and just can’t stop until the music is off. She followed the beats easily, every cell of her body giving into the rhythm.

A pair of jade green eyes caught hers. Something in her told her to move forward but she resisted. She learned the hard way not to give in to what her hormones wanted. The guys beckoned her forward but she shook her head and beckoned him.

He raised an eyebrow and started walking through the crowd of people. He followed the beats easily.  That boy can move, she thought. Her lips started to feel dry and she licked them. When he got to her, he looked at her straight in the eyes and she felt something inside of her burn.

“You seem pretty lonely here,” he said over the music, "Want to dance?" The DJ changed the beats and Alina's body moved alone.

Alina smiled at him, “Nah, I'm okay by myself,” the music was now at its highest and she almost had to yell.

He smiled like he was going to share a secret with her and moved forward, his lips close to her ear, “You sure?” he whispered.

How did she heard his whisper, she doesn’t know. She was having the time of her life dancing and attracting attention from everyone in the club. His lips were so close to her ear, that suddenly she felt the urge to stop dancing and kiss this stranger. Alina mentally slapped herself and kept dancing. She isn’t some ignorant teenager.