No Way (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 4

Antonio

Claudia and Ana are practically bouncing up and down as they drag us through the house to the dance floor. There's a circle around someone and the girls shove us towards the front. Nobody dares mess with Ana or Claudia considering how popular they are so they let us through with no problem. A blonde and a dark haired girl are dancing together. Both are crazy sexy, moving their hips in time with the music.

It's obvious they're both dancers. "Who are they?" I ask the boys over the noise of the music. All three look at me like I'm crazy, except none of them answer.

Instead it's my twin. "Uh, Ella January and Ivy Taran! Duh!" she exclaims, beaming. "They're like known for dancing at parties!" Ella goes into a backbend and then goes to flip backwards but instead she wraps her legs around Ivy's neck. She pulls herself up and sticks her tongue out, throwing her hands in the air. When she flips off of Ivy's neck, something catches the light at her stomach.

"Dude, she has a belly button piercing. I knew she had a nose piercing, but I didn't know she had a belly button piercing." Gabriel exclaims. Him and Zach are practically drooling. Claudia and Ana are both pouting though, as they watch Ella and Ivy dance.

"I wish we could be like her. She's so awesome." Claudia whines. Zach instantly glares at her, along with me and the others.

"Claudia, if I ever see you acting like her, I will literally lock you in your room and never let you out." Zach threatens and I know he isn't lying. By the look on Claudia's face, she realizes that too.

"Why are they only playing Selena Gomez songs?" Ana asks, frowning.

"Because that's what Ella dances best to." some boy from behind us answers. Ana rolls her eyes and goes back to watching the girls.

"I don't see what's so great about her dancing or her at all." Ana growls and I can tell she actually wishes she was like Ella, a lot.

"You're right. There is nothing great about her at all." I say, right as a hand starts pulling me out towards the dance floor. I look down and see the devil herself smirking up at me. Her blue eyes sparkle in the flashing lights. She's even prettier up close, I think. I quickly shoo the thought as I remember she's a player who has family problems. I remain planted in my spot.

When I don't budge she narrows her eyes and crosses her arms, her hip jutted out. She puts up a hand, signalling to the DJ to cut the music. She glares at me and everyone turns to look at us. "So, I get it. Rich boy is too scared to be seen with the poor hooker. Am I right?" she snaps. My jaw drops as the little pixie glares up at me, her chin held high. "Well, am I?" she taps her foot impatiently.

I feel Caine elbow me in the ribs and it brings me back to reality. I glare back down at her, crossing my arms too. "No. I just don't dance." I answer, smoothly.

She narrows her eyes again. "I don't believe you. You probably just think I'm some blonde hoe who wants to get into your pants and grinds against every boy in sight, don't you?" she snaps, poking my chest as she speaks. My eyes widen as the angry pixie keeps glaring and keeps her finger on my chest for emphasis.

"N-n-no! Not at all!" I splutter.

"I don't believe you!" she exclaims, her chin still held high. I sigh and let my head drop. I look at her through my lowered lashes. She gives me an annoyed look, as if waiting for an answer.

I sigh again before talking. "Fine. I'll dance with you."

She grins, devilishly, as she grabs my hand and drags me out to the dance floor. She presses against me and moves her hips, one arm around my neck, the other still holding my hand. She slowly moves down to the floor, her back still pressing against me. When she comes back up, I twirl her around so she's facing me.