Good Girls Are Bad Girls (Michael Clifford Fan Fiction)

I closed my eyes and swayed my hips to the beat of the music blaring from the band on stage. I took the straw in the cup between my teeth sipping the sweet beverage in my hands. I set my drink onto the table and moved to the floor infront of the stage. I started dancing as I felt a large set of hands accompany my hips to their own rythym my hips and the hands shared. I turned around to find a stranger with bright greens eyes accompanied with a michievious smirk. I bit my lip at his beauty as his eyes went from bright blue-green to black. The guy forced my hips to my front as we kept dancing...