I look around at the beautiful girls in magical dresses and hope to spot the only girl I care about. Fingers are interlocked through mine and I glance at the culprit. Emmy's bright orange hair is the first thing I see, and my smile falls to a frown.
"You wanna dance?" She asks. She moves her waist from side to side and her dress flaps like there's a strong wind pulsing through the air. I look down at our interlocked fingers then back into the crowd.
What will Brielle think if she sees us together? If she thinks that I've changed my mind so suddenly? Oh god. I should've thought through this plan more. I should've analyzed each and every outcome, each and every reaction she could have.
"I--uh-- uhm... I don't know." I look back at the students dancing. Some of them are crying with their friends. Some of them are dancing so badly that they're either white or wasted. Some of them are making out against the padded walls. Yet, there's still no sign of Brielle. "Yes...?"
She pulls me onto the populated dance floor and wraps her arms behind my neck.
"Aye, don't fuck up my hair. Brielle needs to see how sexy I look."
"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't realize I was dancing with Miss Audrey Hepburn over here." She snorts and pulls on the edges of my hair. I pull her hands away from my hair and instead wrap them around my waist.
"Don't be a cunt." I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her in close. The song, thankfully, changes to something that isn't a complete snooze. Otherwise, I probably would've felt pressured to make love to her right here and now.
Not that I want to do that or anything... I've never thought about it before. It wouldn't totally suck to kiss her right now, but that's not what I'm here to do. I'm here to win Brielle over. But wow, she does look good in her dress.
STOP, JULIE, YOU'RE GETTING DISTRACTED!
"You don't be a cunt."
"Stop, you're acting like a child. When Brielle sees me, I need her to see what she's missing out on."
"And what's that? A girl who can do a 50's hairstyle?" She raises an eyebrow. I don't respond. Instead, I look her dead in the eye with a poker face for a few seconds before she laughs at her own joke.
"No... A girl who knows how to look like a sexy bitch." I smirk at her, but she rolls her eyes.
"You're not wrong, I guess." She mutters.
She takes a step back and twirls me around. While I spin, I look around again for Brielle. Still, she's nowhere to be seen. She wraps her arms back around my waist, and my breath hitches at the tight grip she's got on my hipbones.
Dude, why am I acting like such a bottom right now? It's kind of disturbing.
"I know I'm not wrong. I am the sexiest bitch here."
"What about me?" She pouts. She wraps her arms completely around my waist, so that we're chest to chest. I don't think I've ever been this close to her.
I exhale loudly as if I've been holding my breath even though I haven't been. Maybe I just have big lungs or something, "The misconception here is that you're a bitch. You're the sexiest girl here." Her mouth falls agape, and I laugh lowly. She pulls me closer until her lips are by my ear.
"Aren't female and girl the same thing?" She whispers. Her breath tickles my ear.
She leans her head against mine, and this time I don't care that she's fucking up my hair, "Did I say female?"
"But... aren't a bitch and a female the same thing?" I pull back and look at her with an 'are you kidding me?' look.
"Did you go to school? A bitch is a female dog, dumb cunt."
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Deviation (Book #2 of the Taylor Series)
Teen Fiction"It's almost as if sleep and I were married for sixteen years, and I caught them having an affair with my sister." Julie Esther Nicholson, one of the younger sisters of Eve Nicholson, has returned for her story. With the chips of her old life up in...
