London Love

Chapter 11

I was now dancing with Jerome. His hard chest rested against my back as I moved my hips to the beat of the music.

"I knew you wouldn't want to miss out on a dance with me." Jerome said close to my ear.

My breath hitched up in my throat. The song changed and once vybz kartel came on, everyone started to cheer. The boys grabbed any girl they could taking them by the hips and bending them over. Rahh, if you think about it this song was very explicit, in the majority of his songs they all were graphical. I'm not complaining, but wow! The amount of boys that grabbed a girl when hearing that trade mark call.

"You still gonna dance with me Layla?" From the corner of my eye I could see him smirk. I copied the positions that the others were in and moved. Winning my hips I could feel how excited Jerome really was. He didn't hesitate to retaliate with his own moves. As his hands slid up to my hips, he began to grind himself into me.

Once the song died down, I stood up making sure my dress was pulled back to its original place and turned around to Jerome. His smile radiated through him and reflected onto me.

"I knew you would be good at raving." He said "Plus, that was my birthday present from you, right there." he joked, well I think he did. I shook my head at his tone.

"How do you know I didn't get you a present already?  I could have left it at home."

"Cos this right here." His hand came in contact with my backside and he pulled me really close to him. "This is my present. You're mine." The look he gave me at that moment was so hypnotising. I couldn't look away. His head began to inch closer and closer to mine. Wait! I couldn't kiss him, what am I doing?! I pushed him gently and I could see the confusion it left him in.

"Umm, I need a drink." I quickly informed him.

"Layla." he called but was cut off by a girl who ran straight up to him. Wait a minute it was the same girl from the cinema, the one that flirted with him. She took his hand and started leading him out of the room. He didn't stop her but as he turned around I met his eyes and we didn't end the stare until he was out the room.

I don't know what was going on between them two but to honest I couldn't be bothered to find out. I'm still in shock, I could have kissed Jerome. I needed to find chantel and quick!

As I walked out of the living room I made my way up the stairs. I had to start somewhere and the best place to look was at the highest and work my way down.

I came across numerous doors and I still didn't find Chantel. While I asked some people I seemed to come across, I was back on the ground floor and I could see a group of people hovering round the toilet. I pushed passed all of them asking the boy Chantel was talking to when we first came here, Snapback boy. 

"What's going on?" I asked him

"I don't know man." He wiped his hand across his face. "Chantel was just speaking to man, when she said her stomach was hurting her and then she ran in here." He actually looked worried.

"Chantel?" I knocked gently on the door. I tried the door handle but it was obviously locked.

"Come on open the door, it's Layla." I said calmly. This was deja vu, I definitely remember doing the same thing last time. Knocking on a door to find out what is wrong with Chantel.

Once I heard the click of the lock I opened and closed the door behind me. What I saw left me shocked and very concerned. 

Chantel sat on her knees, holding her stomach. I ran up to her side and placed my arm around her shoulders.

"It hurts Layla, Ahhhhhhh!!" She screeched, I needed to get help and fast.

"Someone call an ambulance!" I yelled as I yanked open the door like a lunatic.