Remember Tonight

Midnight Hookups.

Hand, chest, head, hips hips AYYY MACERENA! I silently repeated to myself as I did the motions fluidly, catching glimpses of James as he laughed and shook his hips wildly. I blushed and focused on my movements focusing on the ground when a hand lightly tapped my shoulder.

"Huh?" I refocused my eyes to the face in front of me.

"I asked you if you wanted to go grab something to drink..." Onica politely stared while I contemplated her question.

"Oh yeah, yea, sure let's go." I stopped my 'macarena-ing' and walked over to the refreshments table to grab some lemonade. Onica grabbed water and popped the top, leaning against the table and studying my face.

"What? You keep looking at me like you know something I don't know." I questioned thoughtfully as her grin widened and she clapped her fingers together, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"That's because I do!" She chuckled "Do you wanna know what I know?" She challenged, gulping down half of her water, I could tell I was in for it.

"Of course I do." I rolled my eyes and leaned more against the table. We were going to be here for a while. She took a breath and the song changed from the 'Macarena' to the 'Cupid Shuffle.'

"Okay so while you and James were over there," she gestures to the air-hockey table "I may have accidentally overheard someone's conversation. Guess who?!" She shouts jumping again. "It was Danielle to Micah. She was telling Micah how her and James were gonna 'get it on' later because he obviously likes her and then I cut in, saying he obviously liked you because he was over there with you right then Danielle wanted to look at you guys to see what was going on because you guys had been over there for like 10 minutes. But I turned on the 'Cha Cha Slide' because I knew you guys were doing something that shouldn't be disturbed because you were alone" Onica offers a less than subtle wink taking another drink of her water. My mouth felt dry. She knew. She knew. 'Y'all are fucked now' my subconscious states in her best country accent. Fuck.

"Are you gonna stay anything?" Onica persists looking at me worriedly. I probably looked like I had just seen a ghost, which is partially true. I tried to perk up quickly.

"Yeah sorry. What do you think happened over there?" I tried to bite back the concern in my voice.

"Well you guys were gone over there for a long time. And you both came out with huge smiles, and swollen lips, holding hands I may add" she finished but it was too late because the blush that was rushing to my cheeks beat her eyes there. My cheeks flashed a bright red as she screamed

"I KNEW IT! I FUCKING CALLED IT!!!!" Onica screeched loudly as I moved to his my face from their judging gazes.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." I hid my face with my hands as best as I could but she plied them from my face to show everyone my humiliation. Even as a person who is embarrassed easily, I still didn't like the torture that came with the mortification. Micah scanned my face for any information and James looked at me with the same expression I was probably giving him; shock and awkwardness. His face was also bright red but I chose to ignore it and gave him an awkward half smile, half giggle.

"Please don't say anything else Onica, I'm begging you." I pleaded with her because I did not feel like being bombarded by questions.

"Fine but you have to give me details later." She winked and with that, I was left standing alone at the snack table to relish in my shame.

"Hey sorry about..." James started but I quickly looked up connecting our stares telling him 'no there's nothing to be sorry for'

"No." I shortly replied reaching up and brushing some of his fringe out of his face; cupping his cheek with my palm to let him know there was nothing to be sorry for. After all it was my fault. She had seen the blush plastered across my face ruining my plan to bluntly lie to her about all of this. I gently tugged him closer with my hand guiding the back of his neck and my other hand reaching out to grab his hand. I softly dragged his hand behind me as I led us to a more 'secluded' position. As we were stationed by the makeshift guest room, away from the party he leaned in and coddled my lips with his thumb, rubbing back and forth, tracing the curves of them. It was practically dark over here so I could only see the outline of his face as he stroked my back with his free hand.