Ren

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When I'm around slow dancing in the dark

Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms

You have made up your mind

I don't need no more signs

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My body pulsed to the beat of the house music as it shook the walls. I wrapped my hands around myself as my hips slowly rocked from side to side, sensually dipping lower to the ground every now and then. I fought with the grin that was threatening to spill onto my lips and, after a short struggle, I lost. The carefree smile stretched to the apples of my cheeks until they forced my eyes shut and I fully embraced the freedom of dancing in the dark. I could see the coloured lights through the thin membrane of my closed eyelids; feel the blanket of sweat coating my forehead from spending so long on the dancefloor but I didn't care.

As the song changed, I slowly opened my eyes, being delicate so as not to shatter the bubble I'd surrounded myself in and carefully manoeuvred my way through the thicket of people to get to the kitchen. When I finally looked up, my eyes met with another's. I could hardly see them through the blanket of darkness we were submerged in, but I could see their owner, and I recognised him almost immediately. Ren. The rumours that had been spread about him were enough for people to believe that they actually knew him and so they often spoke to him as if they were best friends, however, I'd never seen him treat somebody as if they were his friend before. It was no secret that his family was rich, we'd known since freshmen orientation when he stepped out of a vintage Rolls Royce. God, that was a sexy car.

I pushed through the rest of the crowd, maintaining my eye contact with him whilst he slowly dragged his cup to his lips and took a sip. I passed him, feigning a casual demeanour, and almost smirked at the way his fingers flexed around the base of his cups when I scooped my hair to one side of my neck, exposing the skin to him. Already tipsy, I didn't think twice before I grabbed another drink and tipped my head back, sending the acrid liquid down my throat. In a state of pure drunk bitchness, I walked towards him and gently grabbed his hand. His eyebrow quirked up slightly at the gesture as he watched me curiously. I carefully coaxed him towards the dancefloor and, to my surprise, he complied. I'd never seen him dance before. Normally, I'd see him enter and get himself a drink before he disappeared for the night, sometimes resurfacing to refill his cup. I ignored the glares of the girls around me and released his hand so I could dance freely. His stare on me was intense as I weaved my fingers through my hair and leisurely moved my hips. He tentatively placed a warm hand on my hip and dragged me closer to him, stopping before our bodies could touch.

"You're drunk," his eyes scanned my face whilst he stilled my body with his hands.

"Astute observation Sherlock," I smirked lazily.

He remained silent for a while before he took my hand in his and softly pulled me through the throng of people. I'm only aware that we've moved outside when the sting of cold air slaps my cheeks and I notice how my dress has ridden up, exposing my legs. Ren looks away so I can adjust it and only looks back when I tell him I'm finished.

"Let's get you home," I'm not sure whether my shivers were brought on by the chilly air or his rich voice.

"Since when do you get to decide when I go home," I almost glared at him but in my drunken haze I only managed to squint my eyes.

He takes a long look at my face, seemingly deciding on the best way to respond.

"Since I overheard the guys who own this house planning to drug you."

My footsteps faltered and the fog in my head cleared slightly before anger settled in.

"Which ones?" I growled, already marching back towards the house.

I catch him smile out of the corner of my eye before I felt his arms cage me to his chest, halting my movement.

"Already took care of it and reported them. Now, let's go," he said softly.

I went with him willingly this time, pausing to marvel at the elegant interior of his car. I plugged my address into his GPS whilst he turned the radio on and we began the short drive to my apartment.

"I'm Ren, by the way," he said.

"I know," I almost snorted when he looked at me in surprise. "I'm Angela."

"I know," he smiled.

We were mostly quiet for the remainder of the journey, the melodic tune from the radio filling the gaps in our occasional, idle small talk. As my apartment complex came into view, I snapped open my seatbelt and turned to him.

"You want to come up? I have Uno."

With little hesitation, he unbuckled his seatbelt and followed me. I unlocked the door and lead him into the living room, almost missing his startled expression. I rarely invited others back to my place in my eagerness to hide just how much money I really had. Owning a small, but growing company whilst in college would've come as a shock to many people so I decided not to mention it, ensuring they were my friend purely because they liked me, not my bank account. He made himself comfortable on the sofa as I opened the small cabinet under the TV and pulled out various boxes.

"Okay, we have Uno, Monopoly, Operation, Frustration, Trivial Pursuit and Cluedo."

I looked at him expectantly and cocked my head in confusion when he started laughing a full belly, eyes closed, head thrown back laugh. He sobered up quickly before he replied.

"Let's start with frustration," he said, unable to wipe the smile off of his face.

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Song - SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - Joji (Pink Guy)