Backstage One Shots (Open Requests)

The Dance (Milya)

ALYA'S POV

I'm woken up by the loud beeps of my alarm clock signaling it's time for me to begin getting ready for the dance that's going on tonight.

I slowly peel myself off my bed, and quickly slip on the new dress I bought specifically for tonight. I assemble my hair in loose curls, and put on some light makeup. The doorbell rings almost immediately after I'm done, and I dash down the stairs to answer it.

The door opens and Austin, my boyfriend, pulls me into a tight hug and places a light kiss on my cheek making me blush. Once my mom hears the door open she runs into the room and overloads us with pictures so that she can post them all on her Facebook and make her other soccer mom friends jealous.

Austin pulls me out of the house and we walk to his car that he isn't even allowed to be driving yet. Normally this would bother me immensely, but Austin's my boyfriend, and I have to do what my boyfriend says I should, right?

We end up arriving at the dance fifteen minutes early and I'm about to step out of the car, but Austin grabs my waist to stop me.

"What?" I ask.

"We still have some time." He responds with a smirk.

Oh. That's what he meant. I smirk back, and I pull him into the back seat with me. He presses his lips to my neck and works his way up to my lips. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, and the kiss becomes hot and heavy. We're both sweating, and he snakes his hand up my thigh. At first I allow it, but once I feel his hand reach the lacy red garment underneath my dress, I push him away in a panic.

He looks confused at first but then attempts snaking his hand back up for more.

"Austin! Stop! I just... I don't want that right now." I say.

"So, after the dance?" He responds smirking again.

"No." I snap, and shove open the door.

I begin speed walking up to the front of the school for the dance and Austin catches up to me. He slides his arm around me, but I shrug it off almost immediately.

"Alya, loosen up okay! Damn you're embarrassing." He spits at me.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that." I reply and walk even further.

I run up to the front doors and push them open to reveal the usual boring gym decorated with bright lights strung along the walls, while the booming speakers at the back blast the music so hard I feel like I'm practically deaf.

"Alya!" I hear someone call my name and I turn around.

Miles, my best friend, is walking up to me dressed probably the fanciest I've ever seen him.

"There you are!" He exclaims with a smile beaming from his beautiful face.

Uh- I mean... um. Well I'm not going to deny it. Miles is extremely attractive. But he's always been a friend. Always has been, always will be. Besides, I'm with Austin now. Austin.

The sound of his name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, and I feel as if I almost shrink down a little when I think of it.