Maroon Socks

29: WILL WE EVER BE (MORE)?

029: will we ever be (more)?

DAY 14.1

The students of Cedarton High are the ones that are crowding one of the most upbeat clubs in New York City. The music pumps their blood and the thumps of the bodies make their hearts beat.

Some are drunk . .some are sober, but everyone's happy. There's not a single lonesome face, wandering the crowds, as if it is so out of place.

And that is Cedarton High. This prestigious school, that, no matter where or when you go, the image of class and happiness will always be held upright.

And so Arthur, tonight, surprisingly, fit right in with this image of happiness. He finally does.

So, he doesn't really get irritated when Dakota's too busy drinking, playing a game of shots with Calvin and a few of his friends. Calvin cheers, clapping his hands together loudly, as Dakota takes her fourth shot.

"I'm not even drunk yet," Dakota giggles, leaning into Calvin's side, as the alcohol makes its way through her body.

She's never drank as much as she has on this trip. They're, especially her, always drinking. They've probably only gone a few days without booze.

"There's a keg stand," Calvin says, grabbing her hand, to pull her in the direction of the keg stand, where someone is currently being cheered on by a small crowd.

"No, man," Dakota giggles, "I'm going to find Arthur." She pats his arm twice, before groggily skimming the crowds to finger her platinum haired crush.

Dakota spots Arthur at the tables, laughing with a few people. There are a few girls, leaning close. One of them is leaning across the table, evidently interested. Consequently, Dakota groans. She isn't going to prove herself to anyone but it sucks to see your crush with someone who could potentially mean more. .

To rain on the girl's parade, Dakota walks over – more like does a seductive strut – and rests a hand on the back of his neck, making him stiffen and look up to see who it is. She then slips her hand into his hair, looking at him in expectation.  She nods her head in the direction of the dance floor, desperately hoping he'll join her.

"I gotta go," Arthur says, giving the girl a right, sad smile.

"You gotsta?" the girl ask, returning the smile. Arthur laughs, nodding his head. "Well, I'll see you around campus, I guess." 

"I guess you will," Arthur mumbles, getting up, just before he feels Dakota's hand slip into his. 

"I want to dance with you," Dakota sweetly tells, giving him a lovely smile that makes him weak at his knees. 

Arthur's lips part, to say something, but he's so distracted by her voice and smile, he does not say anything. Instead, to prove he isn't at loss for words, Arthur pulls her towards the dance floor. 

Dakota bites her lip, to stop herself from grinning when Arthur spins around, then pulls her hips to crush against his. "What're you trying to prove?" Dakota cheekily asks, picking at his shirt, then tilts her head to one side. 

"Oh, me? I'm just trying to do what you asked me to do," Arthur replies, a sudden confidence swarming his blood. 

"Oh," Dakota shortly answers, in acknowledgement. "Well, who was that girl?" 

Arthur freezes, as The Weeknd continues to play loudly. 

Take a glass / Don't be scared 

I'm right here / Even though / You don't roll 

Dakota raises her eyebrows, dancing. In a flash, her hands are resting on the skin of his torso.