Ten Year Secret

A Dance with my Boys Turns Bad

Summer POV

Then the girls started begging the boys to dance but they said ‘no’.

DANCE WITH THEM! AND THEN THEY WILL GO! I thought.

But we came with you! Chase argued.

Do I look like I care? I asked looking at Chase.

At least, have a drink, said Duke.

I nodded and I heard the boys’ grunt inside my head and then they agreed to their girlfriends. They got up and went to the dancefloor. The boys whirled them around and started dancing gracefully with them.

I felt depressed knowing that I never actually came with them; I just sat with them. I sat there and drank the champagne that Duke had told me to drink for 15 minutes watching the boys dance with their girls and throwing me helpless glances towards me. I laughed at their faces.

Then someone sat beside me and I looked away from the boys to the person sitting next to me.

“Hey,” said Nixon.

“Hey Nixon,” I said studying his face. He had no bruises or bleeding patches on his face.

He was about to say something but I stopped him.

“Listen about what happened at school, I never meant for you to get into a fight with Chase…I didn’t know he would react that way,” I said.

He put a hand up to stop me, “Oh I know…but if you really wanna make it up to me, you could dance with me,” he said and he offered me his hand.

I tried to block out the voices in my head telling me to say ‘no’ but I took his hand.

Just let me make it up to him and I won’t dance with him again, I said.

All I heard was growling in my head.

Nixon walked me to the middle of the dance floor and placed my left hand on his shoulder and his left hand held my right hand. He put his right hand on my waist and all I could hear was growls and snarls in my head. We danced for a song and then he bent me over and was leaning over me. His right hand started to move from my waist to my hip and then he leaned towards my lips. I noticed that people were staring at us and among them were Chase, Shane, Duke, Heath and Jay. They were all glaring at Nixon. He leaned closer and the tip of our noses touched and I could feel his hot breath on me. All I had to do was move up and out lips would touch but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I felt his right hand moved to my leg tracing it up and down. His hand kept on moving up and up and then he nearly went under my dress.

“Nixon don’t,” I said.