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Anyways, forget him. It's time to charm everyone with my Ally-ness.
I swerved around the party, the disco lights gleaming on me. I approached a short latina girl with straight hair. She seemed spontaneous depicted by her bold and colorful outfit.
I smiled and introduced myself, "Hi there, I'm Ally."
"Hey, I'm Trish" she responded, grinning.
Nice introduction Ally, come on we can do this. It's friend-making time.
"I love your cheetah print leggings," I complimented.
And that kids, is how I watered the seed of friendship. Ever since that moment, Trish has never stopped talking.
"Oh thanks! I got them from Forever 21, I was a bit unsure at first. But then I saw them on the mannequins out at the front and I absolutely had to get them. So then, obviously, I needed an amazing top to complement it -"
She still continued talking while we were both being dragged to the dance floor by these jocks (may I add extremely muscular and cute).
And then it began.
Trish and I continued to converse, through the blaring music while dancing among the rest of the crowd. But it was quite hard to do so having many random, yet naturally gorgeous, people dancing with rather on me. Man, I would love to see these people in the day- when they are actually sober.
After a couple of punches, which definitely had some traces of alcohol, I began to ease up. Fast. Trish was dancing against a tall red-head. I was dancing with them as well until strong arms had grabbed my waist. I turned my head to see who it was. It was one of the jocks who had dragged Trish and I to the dance floor.
The slim familiarity of him caused me to relax. We danced, extremely close. I could feel his breath tickle my neck. His lips brushed my jaw while his hands travelled down my sides, gripping my hands. His hands then settled themselves along my waist. Pulling me in even closer.
This was definitely a different experience. Usually, I don't let people who I'm in a relationship with come that close to me. Yet, here I am, grinding with a complete stranger.
Out of nowhere, the Disney sweater guy comes and dances in front of me. That too quite provocatively.
But the punch kicks in again, and I don't push either of them away. It's like I'm the patty stuck in between the two buns. Two extremely attractive buns.
At first, I found it strange that the jock didn't mind Disney-sweater dude intervening and engaging in our "dance." I looked at the jock, his eyes were closed and he was biting his lips. Unf, that's cute. I smiled. Soon, he opened his eyes and noticed sweater dude and smiled. Sweater dude smiled back. Oh god, what are their names! I should really ask.
I opened my mouth to ask them, but both of the guys had closed the gap between them and I. I was extremely stuck, and it was extremely hot (in both ways).
"So what are your naaaa-mes" I stretched the last word out. I was dumbstruck. They decided to compete with each other. Over what, you ask? Oh you know, the usual party objective - who can grind their genitals into the short girl the best. Like how can one even measure that?!
But no, they decided to play that game. I had no idea how to get out of that mess.
I know I'm making it sound as if I didn't enjoy it. A small part of me may have, but I couldn't let this continue. Thankfully I didn't have to. The jock released me and picked up the girl right beside me.
Well, that hurt.
I expected the Disney-sweater dude to leave as well, following the jock. My back was turned to him at the moment, so his next actions were unexpected.
He grabbed my wrist, turned me around and pulled me in close. He put his mouth near my ear and said "by the way, my name is Austin."
Austin. Nice name.
"I think we have a dance we should get back to," he said huskily.
I closed my eyes and our fingers intertwined.
The next day I woke up with a pounding headache. Oh my god. It's 8:30 AM. I'm quite late!
I rush to the bathroom in my dorm room and shower as quickly as possible. I put on a St. Georgia sweater and leggings with my famous flats. I grab my backpack (I always pack my bag the night before) and head out to Biochemistry 101.
The sciences building is a five minute walk from my residence, and I manage to be right on time.
The hall was enormous. It could easily seat 500-750 people. I grab one of the seats in the middle of the hall. I can't wait! This is going to be amazing.
I know this may sound nerdy, but I love learning.
The professor hasn't come yet, hence I listen to some songs on my phone.
The hall fills up quite quickly. Believe it or not, almost all the seats are filled.
A figure plops down on the seat next to me. I slightly glance up to see who it was. Oh it's Austin.
Wait.
HOLY NO NO NO.
It's Austin!
I closed my eyes hoping he would disappear.
He seemed surprised to see me there as well. His astonishment soon wore off and was replaced by a smirk, and reddened cheeks.
Flashbacks of last night soon consumed my attention.
Uh-oh.
I bit my lips and opened my eyes. He licked his lips.
NO. NO. NO.
Not again.
We're in class. That can't happen. Not again!
PS. I don't own Forever 21.
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