The Dancer

The Dancer - Chapter two

Suddenly, there is a loud screeching noise; like a microphone drop. I gasp at the sudden noise and hastily unwrap myself from the handsome male. The music has once again stopped and everyone is looking round the mass of bodies for the source of the sound. I look up at the male and see that his eyes are glancing round, the same as everybody else. His jaw is fixed tightly but his hands are still resting on my hips, keeping me in place.

"You fucking dickhead! I'll fucking kill you!"

I take in a sharp, deep breath and my head, along with everyone else's, snaps towards the loud voice. Which was, consequently, just a little to the right of us next to the speakers

"I'd like to see you try James!"

Another man laughs. I take a step closer to the male I was dancing with so we are chest to chest again. I feel as though he is my safe option right now. His head and eyes are watching the two males who now have their foreheads pressed together in an intimidating way. It appears the other man pushed James into a speaker; that is what caused the dreadful sound earlier.

"Fucking watch me, you asshole! I'll kill you I swear!"

I frown and place shaking hands onto the hard chest in front of me. I do not want to see people fighting. I place my forehead onto his chest also and take a deep breath. This must have gotten his attention as I feel him remove one of his hands from my hip and he squeezes the back of my neck in comfort. I close my eyes and enjoy the bittersweet moment. Sweet because he attempted to comfort me and bitter because it did not last.

It all happened in slow motion. Deep, loud screams from the males erupted the air and then a lot of shuffling. Then all of sudden, just as I'm about to look at the chaos, I'm being pushed out of my comfy position and onto the floor with great strength and effort, for the third time this evening. I land on the wooden floor with a smack as I manage to put my hands out in front of me to stop most of the impact. The male, not known as James, lands right next to me.

Silence. I feel slightly drowsy. I cannot hear anything. Just breathing coming the crowd of people. I stay in my position on the floor because 1) I'm in shock and feel tad bit dizzy and 2) I'm a klutz, I'll just end up on the floor again.

"Derrick, man, I'm so sorry dude."

The speech comes out hurried and soon after another loud smack fills the air. Except this time, it was not me. I slowly lift my head and turn it slightly to see James land on the floor in a lump and to see the gorgeous man I was with caressing his fist with his other hand, a dangerous, angry look on his face. Derrick. I push both hands onto the floor and begin to get up. Two hands encircle around my waist from behind and gently help to pull me up, which I am thankful for.

"Hey baby".

A familiar voice whispers softly in my ear. Once I'm stood straight and have caught my balance, I turn around in the males arms. I look up and see that he is not happy. He frowns and puts a hand under my chin. He lifts my head up and I look at him in confusion.

"Your bleeding".

What? Bleeding?

I raise my throbbing hand and start to feel around my face for the red liquid as he turns back to James who was starting to get up from the floor.

"Stay down there scumbag. I'll deal with you later." He growls with glare and turns to me.

I finally find it. My nose. I press lightly and move my hand in front on my face to see how much blood I was producing. It was only a little bit, thankfully.

"I cannot even feel it. It does not even hurt". I assure him.

The male, Derrick, grabs hold of my hand that is still in the air with a frown on his face and brings it down to his knee. I watch as he brings his knee up slightly and wipes my hand across it. And he does this several times until every bit of the blood from my hand is gone. His jeans now have little red streaks across his knee area. I look around and notice that we are not the only ones in the room. I'd been in my own world for a while and had not noticed everyone else was still here. Staring at us. A quick movement cause my eyes to stray back to Derrick who had now taken a step back. He grabs hold of the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Gosh, he looks like a model doing that. So professional. And model was I right. His body! Asdfgh! Ahh! I look at his sculptured body; his dips, curves, lines and muscle! Perfectly tanned. I'm fan-girling right now. He's perfect.

"Like what you see baby?" he mumbles.

My eyes flicker up to his as heat fills my cheeks. His mouth pulls to the side in a smirk. I quickly look down and avoid his eyes. He gabs hold of my chin and lifts it so I'm looking at right at him again but with my head tilted. He uses the other hand, the one holding the shirt, to slowly wipe away the drying blood around my nose with it. I watch with fascination as he narrows his eyes in concentration.

"There. All clean baby."

I give him a small smile.

"Thank you so much. I can buy you a new shirt... and pants"

"Nah, don't worry about it" he chuckles.

I hear whispers and mutters and I'm brought back to reality where there are about 30 other people stood in this room with us.

"Come on."

Derrick grabs hold of hand and leads me through a door I do not recognise. It is a door opposite the one I came in.

"Where are we going?"

I wait for an explanation as he drags me through the crowd of people, but all he says is "I need a shirt."