Surviving High School

Truly Madly Deeply

A/N:  Thanks so much for reading, everyone!  Just to clarify, when I say I won't be updating until late, I  mean late.  I'm a 3rd shifter, so my day is your night.  I tend to update anywhere between 11pm (central standard time) and 1am.  

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As we pulled into the parking lot at Volturi, I was overcome with nerves once again. In a matter of minutes, I would be walking through the doors of some awesome dance club. I would be expected get my groove on. I knew without a doubt that neither Alice nor Rose would allow me to just sit in a booth and drink water.

We got out of the Hummer and each step that I took brought me closer and closer to the door to dance fever hell. I reached out and grabbed the arm of the person closest to me. Edward.

“I can't do this.”

“Can't do what?” he asked.

“Go in there. What was I thinking, agreeing to this?" I rambled. "I don't dance. I can barely walk. I'm gonna make a complete fool out of myself. Worse yet, I'll break your toes when we dance."

Edward placed both hands on my shoulders and bent down to look me in the eye. “Bella. What did I tell you yesterday? Didn't I tell you that I wouldn't let anything happen to you?”

I nodded.

He gave my shoulders a squeeze. “It's going to be fine. We're going to go in there and have fun. We're going to watch Emmett make an ass out of himself on the floor, we're going to get nauseated from watching Alice and Jasper make googley eyes at each other, and we're going to dance some slow dances together. Sound good?”

I nodded again. He was right. We were going to go have fun and more importantly, I was going to get to dance with Edward which was only something that I'd been fantasizing about for years. I looked up at him and gave him a smile.

“You're right. We're gonna have a blast. Let's go watch Emmett break out his dance moves.”

Upon entering the club, I was immediately assaulted by the thumping bass. How the hell people were supposed to hear each other talk was beyond me. I noticed a bar to the right of the door, which struck me as funny since they didn't serve alcohol. Ahead of us was a huge dance floor where people were gathered, grinding up against one another. Not sure how I felt about that. Lining the dance floor were a bunch of booths; Alice made a beeline toward one tucked away in a corner where Angela and Ben were sitting. I began to follow her and Jasper when some kid bumped into me, causing me to almost fall over. I let out a snarl. Immediately, Edward was there, steadying me and tucking me into his side.

Once in the booth, Edward next to me, and a waitress came over to get our order. Despite the fact that we'd eaten before we left, Emmett ordered hot wings, nachos, and Pepsis for all of us. Rose had excused herself from the table and came back a few minutes later with a devilish look in her eye. Not ten seconds later, Right Said Fred's I'm Too Sexy began blaring across the club. Emmett jumped up from the booth, dragging Rose with him, and headed to the middle of the dance floor. The rest of us watched in amused horror as Emmett began strutting around the floor, gyrating his hips and grinding himself up against Rose.

“Please tell me he's not going to take his shirt off,” I yelled to Edward over the music.

“There's no telling what he might do. Although, I don't think the club allows stripping,” he told me. I certainly hoped they had a no stripping policy. Then again, looking around at the way some of the girls were dressed, we might as well have been at a strip club.

The music changed, thankfully, and soon they were playing some song by Rihanna. Alice and Angela climbed out of the booth, Alice grabbing my arm and urging me to follow her onto the floor. I sent Edward a pleading look, but he just gave me a smile and told me to have fun. Yeah, right. Fun. And there I was on the dance floor, next to Alice, Angela, and Rose, surrounded by strangers. Everyone around me was dancing to the beat, having a great time. All I could focus on was the fact that I was on a dance floor, being expected to dance.