A Cliche Love Story

Chapter 3

((Warning: may contain profanity and/or sexual content))

Sky's P.O.V.

"C'mon." Alex said, tossing her his helmet after he had stopped. She caught it and just continued to stare at the motorcycle. "Uh, Sky?" He asked, after a minute. 

"I've never ridden a motorcycle before and I'm not starting now." She eventually told him. "Maybe I'll just walk to the party." As she walked past him, she handed him back his helmet, but he caught her wrist before she could leave and pulled her closer to both him and the motorcycle. 

"Just get on the motorcycle Skylar." He instructed impatiently.

"There is no way in hell that I am --- " Before she could finish, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up and onto the motorcycle, placing her in front of him and shoving the helmet onto her head before putting his hands back on the handle bars. 

Great, now I'm trapped. 

And before she could even protest, he started it and drove away from her house. She wrapped her arms around herself and bit her lip to hold back a scream. 

When they finally got to the party, she got off quickly and sat on the ground, glaring up at Alex.

"You are such a jerk!" She yelled as he got off and smirked down at her as she hugged her knees to her chest. 

"You should've just listened. And now, we must enter the party." He held out his hand for her and she moved it away, getting up herself and shrugging off the arm he wrapped around her shoulders. 

As they walked in, she could finally assess the party.

Music vibrated off the walls, the place smelled desperately of alcohol, girls were already dancing on the tables (luckily with their shirts still on), drinks were setting up on the one table the girls weren't dancing on, boys stared up at the girls, occasionally having one of the guys, get up their too and dance with the girls. People were dancing all over the  room, the lighting dark, some moving to head upstairs, some not even waiting for that as a guy laid on the floor with a girl straddling him, rubbing up against him. Luckily, everyone had their clothes on, even if what they were wearing, wasn't a whole lot. 

After she finished looking around, Alex handed her a drink and she took a sip, despite her earlier promise to herself. The liquid burned her throat and she coughed a little before taking another sip.

"Wanna dance?" Alex asked her, and before she could protest, he grabbed her hand and guided her through the moving bodies, stopping somewhere in the middle, pulling her against him and beginning to dance. She didn't move. 

"What's wrong this time?" He groaned, looking down at her. 

"I cant dance." She muttered, blushing and looking down at the ground.

"Everyone can dance." He insisted, placing his hands on her hips and moving them from side to side, spinning her and smirking as she laughed. "See, it's not that hard."

She just rolled her eyes and him and started to move to the music, laughing as Alex performed some goofy dance moves. 

When they had tired themselves out, they leaned against a wall, out of the way of the other dancers. They didn't talk but the silence was nice. Someone handed them both drinks before going off and getting swept into the crowd.

Alex downed the drink in one gulp.

A girl came over and grabbed Alex's hand, pulling him against her as Sky shrank against the wall, feeling invisible as the girl rubbed herself against him, pushing him against the wall and grinding up against him.