Dance With Me Tonight

Chapter 3: If Miranda Kerr can pout, then so can I

  Isabelle giggled as she flung herself onto the king-sized bed and rolled over on her back. Very un-Isabelle-like.

  "I'm beat", she complained childishly. I put down the box I had carried all the way up and put my hands on my hips.

  "Get your lazy ass off my bed!" I said. She groaned and rolled over onto her belly, stuffing her face in one of the pillows.

  I shook my head. It was Sunday, the day I moved into Erika's studio apartment. There were four spacious rooms above her studio; but only three were occupied by people--namely Morgan, Isabelle and me.

  We were currently moving my stuff in boxes up when Isabelle decided to slack off after just a single trip up and down the stairs.

  "Get off my bed, you pig", I said, tugging the sheets out of her grasp.

  She stuck her tongue out at me. "Or what?"

  "Or...", I trailed off. Then an idea popped into my mind. I picked up her handphone which was sitting on my desk. "Or I'll text Ky." I threatened jokingly. Knowing Isabelle, I bet she throttled his number out of one of his friends.

  She shrieked and immediately sat up. I put down her phone and chuckled as she gave me the stink eye.

  "Speaking about crushes, how's it going with you and Chris?" Morgan winked and nudged me from behind. She placed the last of my stuff on the floor and sat down on one of the boxes.

  I rolled my eyes, leaning against the doorframe. "There's nothing going on between us, Morgan", I scoffed. As if I'd want anything to do with him. "It's not lik-"

  "Hey girls", a voice chirped in from behind me. I shrieked and whipped my head around to came face to face with none other than Chris himself and his signature smirk. Talk about the devil.

  "Nice to meet you too", he smirked at my shocked expression and shouldered his way past me, inviting himself in. "Thought I'm quite hurt to see that you didn't turn up that night.."he trailed off.

  I quickly recovered and smacked his shoulder, my face quickly reddening as I remember our little conversation back at the studio.

  "Why are you here?" I demanded, resisting the urge to push him down the stairs.

  "Erika was nagging me to be a gentleman and help you with the moving, but I see you've already taken care of that." He gave a graceful shrug.

  "Anyways, back to the topic. Where were you last night? You certainly weren't at home. "

  Before I could answer, he cut me off and said dully, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot you were seeing Wylde." I could've sworn something flickered across his eyes, but it was quickly masked. It looked sad. And anger. And bitterness. What was he hiding?

  I heard Isabelle trying to stifle her guffawing and Morgan cooing behind me. My face reddened when I remembered what Chris had said to Tempest yesterday. I was just out strolling around. Getting familair with the place. Yes, nothing more.

  I scowled at him and pushed him out of the door. "Why don't you go find yourself another one of those fuckbuddies?"

  "And in the meantime, find one for Lori too", Morgan added. "Or you could just do each other. We don't mind." She smiled innocently. Isabelle was choking on her own laughter now. I looked to Morgan im horror. How could she say something like that even though it was a joke?

  I sent Chris a death glare. He was not getting away with that. I dragged him in by the arm and closed the door behind me.

  "Well, seeing that we're done moving my stuff, Chris can help with the unpacking." I said sweetly, dropping one of the bigger boxes before him. He gave me a scornful look that said 'Payback's a bitch' as he knelr down and started to unseal the box but I ignored it and spun on my heel to start unpacking my other stuff.