Ethan POV
The music was loud, the beer was cold. When I looked up from the cooler, I saw a girl. Well, I saw lots of girls, but one that stood out to me. I had seen her in the halls around school, and every time I saw her I was momentarily shocked all over again. She had dark brown hair that fell down her back, and she was wearing a loose--but short-- black skirt that bobbed around her thighs as she danced. I smiled to myself and made my way across the floor, careful not to spill my drink on any of the dancers.
When I reached the girl, she had her back to me, so I reached out to turn her around. But when I touched her waist, she stiffened and jerked like I'd burned her. "Woah, easy," I chuckled, turning her to face me, "Didn't mean to scare you." I flashed her a smile, but she didn't reply. She just stared at me with her deep hazel eyes, wide with what looked a little like fear. I rested both hands on either side of her waist, pulling her towards me and laughing.
"Come on, dance with me. What's your name, babe?" She continued to stare. "What? Is that a hard question or something?" I laughed again, and I may have imagined it, but I think her lips turned up just a little.
"Jessica." She said, or more like shouted so she could be heard over the music.
"Ethan." I shouted back, moving her hips with my hands. I grinned and she smiled back, a small smile accompanied with a blush.
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