The Bad Girl and The Good Boy

Dirty Dancing

"Come out Chase!" Zo screamed as she sat impatiently at the end of his bed. She looked especially bad girl that day in her fish net tights, maroon velvet slip, and her signature leather jacket.

"Zo, I can't freaking do this!" Chase groaned from the other side of the closet door, softly banging his head against it in agitation.

"Like hell you can't! I did not suck that jock's dick to get him to throw this party for nothing!" Zo yelled back completely disregarding the fact that Chase's parents or sister could hear her at any moment.

"You did what!" Chase replied as he barged out of the closet charging Zo with wide eyes.

Zo burst out laughing and put her hands on her knees trying to hold it together, "I didn't, I just wanted to get you out of the closet. You should have seen your face!" She kept on laughing as Chase pouted angrily. When Zo calmed down and got a good look at Chase's appearance she frowned slightly. She yanked him towards her by his collar and he let out a surprised yelp.

"I'm not gonna molest you, just let me fix this. You look like you're about to enter a fucking debate tournament." She unbuttoned the ends of his sleeves and rolled them up and then stood up to unbutton the top. As she popped his collar and unbuttoned his top buttons she could hear his breathing pick up and his heartbeat quicken.

"Whatcha doin' Zo...." Chase mumbled huskily, barely capable of forming a sentence as he looked down at her. He hadn't noticed before how absolutely stunning she looked that night. He was a guy after all, and no guy was immune to the body of Zo James. He took note of how bright her eyes looked when they were framed by her dark eye makeup and how soft her curled hair looked. He yearned to reach out and run his hands through it, but shook the thoughts out wondering why he was thinking that way about Zo.

Zo ran her fingers through his hair messing it up a bit and he refrained from groaning. It wasn't his fault, the woman had magical hands. It was also hard to not notice the slight bit of cleavage that spilt out the top of her dress....

"You looked like a dork, I'm just making some adjustments..." Zo replied, also slightly out of breath. As she untucked his shirt and brushed her fingers against his abs they both took a sharp inhale. She momentarily lost her train of thought distracted by the fact that nerd boy had a damn six pack and boy oh boy was it lickab-

"Alright I think that's good." She patted his shoulder to snap them both out of whatever trance they were in. She grabbed his glasses from his night stand and gently placed them on his head.

Chase jumped back slightly. "Woah there! What are you doing? Aren't glasses like, dorky?" He asked quickly.

"Trust me Harris, you look down right delicious. The glasses are staying," Zo said without missing a beat. Chase blushed deeply and mumbled a 'thanks'.

Zo clapped her hands together, "Alright, you ready to get our partay on?"

Chase took a deep breath, "As ready as I'll ever be."

***

Chase's legs bounced up and down nervously as he looked in front of him at the house pumping with rap music and spilling with drunk teenagers.

"Why so nervous Harris? You look totally hot. Own it." Zo embellished her words by slapping him on the ass and walking past him. Chase let out a surprised chuckle and followed behind her trying to shake off his nerves.

When they entered the house it was obvious all eyes were on Zo. She drew a lot of attention in general and with the outfit she was currently sporting it was impossible for the guys to not want her and the girls to not want to be her.