Twice The Trouble

Chapter 89: Bad Feelings

Sophia

The Tech Center a.k.a. University Gymnasium was converted into a Dancing Hall for the night.

String lights decorated every inch of the ceiling, casting a white and yellow radiance everywhere. And no matter where I looked,there were faculty members and college students--ranging from freshmen to seniors--a few of them holding up banners and tarpaulins for their representatives.

Mechanics were like this: There were fifteen pairs in total.Three couples had been assigned under Salsa, another three for Tango, three for Waltz,another three for Cha-Cha, and three more for Swing. Each category of ballroom dance were required to perform three pairs at a time while the panel of judges eliminate two couples from each category until one is declared the winner.

The female emcee had just announced the lineup of performance: The second to last will be Tango, which means I'll be able to watch my sister.

"Nervous?"

I craned my neck to the right and smiled at my black-haired partner. "Surprisingly, no."

We were seated on a long marble bench with the other contestants while the first three pairs were dancing to an upbeat song "Shake Senora" by Pit-bull ft. T-pain and Sean Paul which was suitable for a Salsa dance.

"We're one of the last ones to go on stage," said Lucas, tapping his right heel on the hardwood floor, his expression heavy with apprehension.

I lightly elbowed his arm. "You seem more tense than I am." I aimed for a joking tone but inside, I was really worried about him. He's been fidgeting for a while, his brown eyes problematic.

He didn't reply, which made me even more concerned.

"Lucas is really handsome, isn't he?" I heard someone murmur from the bleachers.

"You think I haven't noticed? He's always been a hunk," giggled another girl.

"That gray blazer and those slacks fit him well." More whispers and squeals.

I had no right to be jealous. But my hands were balled into taut fists, and I saw my knuckles whiten.

Before I could politely ask the girls to keep their voice down, a group of male sophomores spoke:

"Damn. And here I thought Stacy was the only hot twin," mumbled one guy.

"Sophia should wear dresses like that everyday," added one of his, I assumed, friends.

I flinched when a third guy let out a low whistle and said: "Brunettes with sexy legs are just my type. I think I'll ask her out later."

"Doesn't she have a boyfriend? The blond dude, what's his name, Liam?"

"Like I care."

All of a sudden, I felt eyes burning holes in the back of my head. An uneasy chill slithered down my back. I hugged my bare arms to steady my trembling fingers. Darn this backless dress.

"Shh." My heart skipped a beat when Lucas wrapped his arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer to him.

"What the fuck? Isn't he dating Stacy?" the pervert cursed.

"Just ignore them, Sophia," Lucas whispered to me.

I nodded.

Stacy

After the other couples were finished dancing, it was time for the Tango Category.

The choreography was very similar to the "Broken Tango scene" in Step Up 3, so I knew all the steps by heart.