Partners In Crime (Ross Lynch/R5)

Chapter 2

We took Ross's car since it was the biggest of them all. The car ride to the club was filled with loud chatter and laughter. Ross kept glancing back at me through the rearview mirror as he drove. I never though I'd ever think this in my life about Ross, tonight he look sexy. His dark jeans and old ripped shirt made him look badass, topped off with his leather jacket. It was like he was trying to not be noticed but failing completely. Plus his hair was growing long and it fell in his face just the right way.

"All I wanna do, is love your body." I sang out loud. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

The car stopped at the curb. "I'm going to go park so get out now." I had to ask Ross a question so I stayed behind. When everyone was out and heading toward the entrance, I climbed into the front seat.

"Ross, are you feeling okay?" I felt a little guilty asking.

"I'm good," He smiled at me. "Why?"

"Uh you're just acting, badass."

"I'm trying out a new look is all. "

I nodded, "Okay."

"I just need your help with something."

"O-okay." I stuttered. "What is it?"

Ross turned into the parking lot and killed the engine. "You know how I said we should do something spontaneous tonight?" I nodded. "I have some dirt with the people who own this club so tonight, I came here to even things out."

"Ross," I began but he pushed his finger to my full lips.

"Just listen." The finger didn't move. "I have various paint bombs set to detonate in forty five minuets. They are all placed in different places throughout the club. It's not deadly but it will cover just about anyone in it's path in paint. I need you to distract the owner of the club while break into his office and leave him a note."

I let this all set in. Ross Lynch, teenage heartthrob of America and Disney star, was seeking revenge on a club owner? I couldn't believe it.

"Hey," Ross removed his finger from my lips and placed his hand and on arm. "You'll be fine. I promise you. Just stay calm and if you need me, call me.

"Okay. I'm ready." Ross hugged me reassuringly and we walked to the club entrance. We got let in and the thumping music amped up my heart beat. I saw Rydel dancing with two boys, Rocky talking to the dj, and Riker was taking shots. I hadn't realized that I was so tense I'd grabbed Ross's hand.

"Forty minuets. In ten minuets or so, go over to that guy in the nice jeans and shirt and flirt your heart out." Ross yelled to me over the music. I nodded and released his hand. I pretended to have a good time, dancing with Ross and laughing. My time was now and Ross caught me off guard and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You can do this." I smiled and walked over to the guy in the nice jeans. He was young but older than me and I smiled at him. His eyes grew to the size of dish plates at the sight of me.

"Hey, aren't you the club owner?" I said in the fakest voice I could manage.

"Sure am," He had a low, smoky voice, but Ross's was smoother. "How may I help a fine young lady like yourself?" He took my small hands into his and I glanced over my shoulder for Ross. I couldn't see him, which must've been a good thing.

"I was wondering, how you keep this club so amazing." An unclassy rap song blared through the speakers and people began to gyrate to the beat.

He smirked at me and it made my stomach turn. "I invest a lot of money," He was trying to come off as a sugar daddy I could tell. "and hire beautiful babes like yourself to serve drinks."

I bit my full lip, trying to pretend to be into this creep. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him lightly. "Thank you." His hand landed on my side and I felt sick. "Want to dance?"

"Of course." I led him into the floor and started to sway to the upbeat music. The owner grabbed me roughly and held me closer to him than I wanted to be.

"Hey, tone it down a notch." I said firmly. He continued to grab at my curves. "Seriously stop!" I yelled. Pretending to be deaf, he stroked my everything until I pulled back my hand and slapped him on the cheek. "I've had enough!" I pulled away from him and fell into a stranger's chest. I looked up and was thankful to see Ross.

"How dare you grab on her like that? She's a lady." He hissed protectively. Strangely, part of me didn't want this to be fake.

"Your girl came onto me! Just take your little bitch and get out of my face, Lynch!" I felt hurt at his words.

"C'mon baby," Ross took my hand in his. "we're out of this garbage dump." We stalked away and Ross flipped off the owner. When we got to the middle of the floor Ross looked me in the eye and said, "When I say so, run to the left and I'll go right. Meet back at my car as soon as possible." We danced for a few minuets before Ross said, "Run.",