Dance with me

Chapter 1

"What? I was just checking out his ass." Becky turned around and took the hot cheetos packet from my hand when I called her out for staring at the boys from our window.

The first week of college was smooth and I wanted it to be that way for the rest of the year. We had moved in this house only yesterday and realized we were neighbors of few of the most popular boys of the college. I aimed at staying away from them as much as possible.

"It's been only a day since we moved in and you haven't unpacked." I said to Rebecca, who was my classmate from school. We had never really came close as friends but still had a good relationship. We decided it would probably be good if we rented an apartment near college together. The neighborhood was friendly and lot of students preferred the area.

We had three college seniors living in the house next door. We hadn't had a chance to talk because they were supposedly not in their house when we moved in and had came only like an hour ago which we could see from my room's window.

"You should start getting ready, the party is in four hours Amelia." She said changing the topic swiftly. She was asking me to start getting ready when I was one who would take fifteen minutes to get dressed compared to her who would take no less than two hours.

"You should start singing and hoping that the lead singer of our college, Noah next door hears you and takes you in the college band." I opened my cupboard to start searching for a dress to wear.

"Oh Amelia Simmons, you wait and watch, he'll WANT me in the band." She did a dramatic hair flip and we laughed. I was pretty sure what she said will happen. She was really talented and didn't need her pretty face or attractive personality to get into the band, even though, being completely honest, she easily could.

Becky, short for Rebecca was beautiful, she had a dusky tone, brown eyes, curly hair and a body with perfect curves. I had known her for a year when she moved to my city and came to study in my school. She looked like a mean girl on the outside but that was only her exterior. I now knew that she was a baby on the inside.

"Hey, Becky, what are we dressing up like today, innocent, sweet, first year girls or classy women who need no man?" I shouted.

"Classy, sexy women who need no man but maybe want one or two." Becky replied.

I couldn't find the dress I was looking for in my cupboard so I opened a packed suitcase which had some old stuff and a few clothing items.

I found my dress and a brown folder which I had forgotten I had. My mother must have had put it. I placed the dress on a hanger on my other window and sat on the bed with the folder. It had my old certificates that I had won in dance competitions. It also has lots of old photographs of younger me doing weird dance moves which I remember dad used to click sneakily.

Behind every photograph was written the song I was dancing on at the moment when that particular picture was clicked.

One photograph caught my eye. It was my last ever performance, right before the incident happened two years ago.

I looked at it for a second and then kept the folder in my cupboard. I was feeling a little tense so I decided to put on some slow music and before I knew, I was dancing and swirling on the beats.

I loved to dance. It was like a therapy to me. I would do shows, competitions and wat not before the incident happened. Now dance was just for doing inside my room, alone.

As I did a spin, I caught Liam, one of the guys living next door, filming me through the window of his room which was parallel to the window of mine.

I took down the dress hanging on the window. "What the fuck are you doing Liam?"

He was my senior, the President of Dance society of our college along with Nicole. I had seen him conducting auditions the other day for an upcoming dance fest which was a huge deal for our college.

"I couldn't take my eyes off your dance and had to record it. Don't worry you're barely visible because of the dress that you hung on the window." He smirked and left the room before I could even say anything.

I had to get the video deleted off of his phone. I called the cops and decided to lodge a complaint against him. That was the only way I could get the video deleted without any drama. I took a deep breath and closed the curtains of the window.

At the back of my mind I was still thinking about the video.

I looked at my black dress. It was an A line short backless dress with thin straps. As I placed it against my body to look at myself in the mirror, my phone rang and it was Madison.

"Hey, I'll see you directly at the farmhouse, have some plans with the family here." She blurted as soon as I picked up the phone.

"Alright"

Madison and I were childhood friends. We had been through thick and thin. We were in the same college now but she was staying with her uncle and aunt in this city. She knew everything about me, everything.

Becky and I arrived at the party fashionably late and started looking for Madison. I saw Madison rushing towards me.

"Amelia this party is boring let's go somewhere else." She came and grabbed my hand.

"What are you saying Madison, this looks like a pretty good party to me." I said wondering what was wrong with her as she clearly looked tense.

"Hey Becky what was that place which you were talking about in the morning let's check it out." Madison pulled me and Becky towards the gate.

I could sense that something was wrong. "Madison, stop, what's happening?" I grabbed her shoulders and asked before we heard a loud cheer from a group of boys huddled up. It looked like they were all watching something.

I looked at Madison in confusion. "Babe please let's leave. I wanna go." Madison pleaded and I knew something was up.

I stared at her. "You tell me right now, what's wrong?"

"The boys are watching a video of you, dancing in your room." She said with a low voice not letting go of my hand and squeezing it lightly.

This was going to be a long night.