Cinderella's Body Language

(Stella POV)

I was right there, in the middle of the club, looking at a sexy young man who happened to be sitting at the bar. This had to be a doppelganger; there was no way it could be him. There was no mistaking the dark hair, the bad boy image of the dark jeans and leather jacket. But there was no way that it could be THE Jesse McCartney sitting right across the club. But of course, there were girls all around sneaking glances in his direction and whispering. Some groups of friends were even sneaking photos with their phones. No doubt to put on Facebook. I couldn't help but slightly pity him, here were all these girls happy to broadcast that they were in the same vicinity as him, but none were ballsy enough to go up to him and talk. Not even to ask for an autograph or picture. It was kind of shocking really. So of course, me being me, I decided to take it upon myself to go up and be the mysterious girl that got in the way of all their pictures and fantasies.

I don't know where I got the confidence, but I felt pretty good about myself that night. I was wearing my sexy little red dress. It was strapless, came down to about an inch below my butt, and was rouched from top to bottom. It highlighted my tiny waist, elongated my short legs, and pushed up my 32Ds. Not to mention the red really contrasted with my tan skin and dark brown curls. Needless to say, I felt sexy. So I walked over to him and decided to have a little fun. Of course, my list of corny pick up lines evaded my mind and I had to come up with something fresh. What did I go with? Of all things? Naturally, I used his own song lyrics just praying he recognized them.

I walked over gracefully and sat down next to him with my back to the bar, I was too young to drink anyways, and turned to him and smiled. He didn't notice me beaming at him so I said "Par le vous François?" He sort of rolled his eyes and didn't even look my way. Talk about rejection.

I was about to walk away and admit defeat when he said "Konichiwa, how original." I was honestly kind of insulted. How dare he? I was the only girl here with the balls to pluck up the courage to talk to him and he rejected me? No way. Now he had asked for it. Jesse McCartney, prepare to fall in love and have to work for the girl.

I flashed another toothy grin and laughed and said "Hey, come on. Dance with me, despite my suckish pick up lines." I'll admit it was a long shot but I hoped he grasped on to the confidence seeping through every word and just looked my way. One look and he'd do it, I know he would. As if god had heard me, he turned. He obviously was trying to play down my looks because he casually gave me the once over and turned back to his drink. However, I knew I saw shock flash through his eyes, even if only for a few seconds. I was hot. He hadn't been expecting that.

He downed his drink and turned back to me and said "Alright let's go." Okay, I'll admit, I was NOT expecting it to work. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the floor as if I had known he'd give in and then started grinding with him. His hands immediately fell to my tiny hips and I silently thanked the lord for my tiny frame. I was only 5'2" and a size 1; therefore I could wear the 4" heels I had on and still be super short. I could tell he liked it though; I was grinding on exactly the right spot. After about a minute, my skirt started rising up and I held it down with one hand while putting the other over his hand on my hip.

Around five songs later, the dance floor was getting hot and I was getting thirsty. I turned back to face him and asked "Up for a drink? I'm thirsty." He looked pretty parched himself, but nonetheless declined my offer. I could sense that he was planning on dancing with other girls, but that just wasn't on my agenda. So of course I opened my big mouth "Hey I know you think you're oh so sexy because you're famous. Newsflash, I'm the only girl here who isn't completely swooning over you. Ergo, I'm the only one that's even able to dance with you like a normal human being without passing out or asking for an autograph or something. You know I'm right so you might as well take the opportunity to follow me. I can guarantee I won't be available for long." I then turned on my heel and started walking away swaying my hips ever so slightly more than usual. He did a visible double take before following me.