Runaway

Chapter 12

Author's note:

Warning: LGBT material but nothing too strong.

I've also wanted to tell you that the next few chapters will be a little bumpy. I hope you'll enjoy this one.

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Aline was dancing on the beach club's dance floor with a strong hands on her hips. The Latina smiled, twisting her body so she could see the man's face. An unknown dance partner had black hair, a few earrings, and an irresistible smile on his face. Aline immediately noticed his formed abdomen, concluding he was hot.

„I like your hairstyle," he whispered, as her hand went through her new blue strands.

„I know. I like it too," she replied.

The man laughed loudly, pulling her toward the bar. They both leaned against it, taking a break.

„I'm Mason. Nice to meet you," he said, stretching his hand. Aline accepted it.

„Aline!"

Mason ordered a drink for both of them.

„You're here alone?" he asked curiously,

Aline squinted her eyes, trying to read his intentions.

„I actually came with a friend but he disappeared. Probably looking for a girl or something," she responded.

„And you decided to find a boy?"

The Latina laughed loudly, throwing back her head and then taking a big sip of a cocktail Mason had previously ordered. She winked at him, not giving him a verbal response. They both were quiet, listening to loud music and swaying to the rhythm.

„Are you for another round of dancing?" he asked, offering her an open palm, which Aline accepted without thinking.

„Always."

She pulled him to the podium. The rhythm became a bit more sensual than before, so Aline didn't think twice about dancing. They both began to move a little more sensually and everything was right until Aline hadn't felt an arm on her shoulder. She turned around and her eyes widened. There was Maia, staring at them angrily, with her arms crossed on her chest.

Mason stood next to Aline, hugging her around the waist.

„Is everything okay? Is that your friend?"

Aline couldn't move, While Maia just looked at Mason's arm around her waist, raising her eyebrow questionably.

„I see you're having fun," she spat, then turned and headed toward the exit.

„Maia, wait!" Aline yelled in panic. The Latina wanted to go after her but Mason gripped her tighter, holding her in place. „Let go!"

„C'mon, let her go. She's probably just jealous of you," the black-haired man said amusedly but Aline pushed him hard and ran toward the exit. For a moment, she could hear his curses, addressed to her, but she didn't care. She flew out, at the hot night air and immediately searched for Maia, hoping the other girl hadn't gone straight home. This was bad...really bad. After a short walk around the club, she finally saw a familiar silhouette, sitting on the beach, near the sea. She immediately moved toward her.

„Don't even try to explain it," Maia said with somewhat shaky voice before Aline had any chance of speaking. She froze. Was Maia crying?

The Australian got up, facing the Latina. She was wearing a really short black dress, leaving almost nothing to the imagination but what got Aline's attention was her smeared make-up.