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Chapter 7

John chuckles as he looks at me. I hope he is not thinking of that phrase.

John and I went out to a dance club near us and luckily it was a jazz like club. I wore my pink dress and my hair was pulled into a pony tail and I placed a little blush on my cheeks and some lipstick, not too much and not too little. Thanks to Ms. Cherry that helped me with everything, she even gave me some sort of spray, it had a sweet scent, almost like candy. John went with a black t-shirt and black jeans and a leather jacket. I have to say he looks hot and I tried to stop staring at him but damn he is sooooooo handsome while we walked to the jazz club, girls were staring at him. I got jealous and felt like pulling him into a kiss in from of them but it really wouldn't prove anything and then I'm called a slut but tonight me and John are having a good night and we are gonna enjoy ourselves. As we walked he held my hand and the girls looked away, I mentally smiled as I straighten my back. The sky had its dark color and the stars shined brightly. We arrived at the jazz club and as we entered the slow and rhymic flow of music filled my ears and I smiled as we took our seats and the jazz music we're played softly in the background. Me and John talked about everything as they served us drinks, of course John knew the owner of the club and have free access to any drinks he wants, so he took a beer, he did look like a teenage boy, he looked like a matured 25 year old man and then there is me, the shy and quiet girl, that most boys want, because of my looks. Which in my opinion is something I disagree on because I want someone to love me for who I am and not what I look like, sure. I am a teenage model for a fashion magazine and all that. As we talked his hand was on mine, his hadnd warm and soft.

"Yeah. That's what I do" John said as he took a slip of his alcoholic drink.

"Awesome and you speak what? Russian?" I asked in curiosity.

"Да" He replied.

"English John" I said and he chuckles.

"It means yes" He said, smiling as he drank his alcohol drink.

"Tell me more. Speak more Russian" I asked, trying to keep my emotions in one place. He spoke in Russian, his voice deep and calm. I could picture us on a heel, sitting under the moon, on a blanket and holding each other and John speaking Russian. I purred in my daydream about him, about us. John snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I returned to reality.

"Yes?" I asked and looked at his fingers.

"Um. You were 'purring' like a cat" He said and placed his hand on the table.

"Oh. I did?" I blushed and looked away as the soft jazz plays, I calm down and I felt his hand touch mine and I looked at him.

"May I have this dance?" He asked and held his hand out.

"Yes" I took his hand as he leads me to the dance floor. We danced to the slow music and it felt as if I was completed with John, the world around us slowed down. He looked at me and my brain couldn't function.

"I lobe you John" I said and immediately regretted my words when he chuckled.