Dance with Me
I peeked from the entrance to see a girl, who was tall and gorgeous. She seemed to be at least twenty years old. Her hair was black and came down to her waist. She was wearing a royal blue shirt and dark blue jeans. She had a black leather purse with her. The question crossed my mind – Why was a girl so beautiful visiting Tyson Granger?
The door opened. Mostly Grandpa opened the door but it was Tyson who opened the door this time. It was odd. He never opened the door for his girlfriend – Me!
Girl, he's cheating! - I said to myself. I couldn't believe he lied to me for being with her. I remembered Grandpa was not at home. Tyson was alone with a girl in his house.
I heard the door being locked. I went to the door and pressed my ear on it. I could hear mumbling but I couldn't frame what they wear talking about. 'Cute.' I heard from behind the door. Was he calling her cute? They went upstairs – to Tyson's room.
I was lucky I had the door's key, which Tyson gave when I thought we were getting serious. I pushed the key inside the lock and slowly opened it. I opened the door in a low slide and silently went upstairs. From his door I heard her saying in a polite manner, 'Always look in the eye.'
I banged the door open and saw them standing close to each other - her hand rolled around his neck and his hands on her waist. If I were a little late I might have caught them kissing. He was shocked to see me.
'Cheater!' I yelled. I was furious. I stormed out of there. He tried to stop me and said something too but I was not ready to hear some dumb excuse.
It was almost midnight. I was the only customer in the bar. There was sad song playing in the bar. There was a female bartender there, everyone else was gone. I was making her late but I was did not intent to go. I sulked in another glass of some beer. The bartender looked at me and asked, 'break up?'
'Yeah, soon', I replied looking into the glass she refilled for me, 'I'm sorry; I am making you do overtime. She put the bottle down and said without looking, 'It's okay, and you look like you would like to talk.' She pulled out a cloth and started cleaning the desk. 'So what happened? Is he leaving you?'
'No,' I stirred the glass and said, 'I caught his with someone else.' She looked up and said, 'Really? He must have some guts to cheat someone as beautiful as you.'
I laughed, it was small and sad. 'Thanks.'
The door opened and someone came in. I did not look who it was. I sipped the beer in my glass. I heard the steps getting closer and then someone held my shoulder and called my name. I turned wishing it was not Tyson. It was not. It was Kai. He smiled and held my hand softly. 'You look bad.'
I looked away. He pulled me up. 'Close your eyes,' he said. I closed my eyes. He pulled me to the middle of the bar and held both my hand softly. In the rhythm of the music, he made us both move. My eyes were still closed. His moves were not good and clearly he couldn't dance. He lifted his arm above my head and started spinning me slowly. I giggled– I couldn't help it, I was amused. His grip became weaker and then he left my hand. My head was spinning with drunkenness and stopped right there. He pulled me again and rolled me into his arms. I could smell his body- it felt similar, like I regular to the smell. My stomach started churning- either from the closeness and smell or because of eight bottles of beer. I believed it was the eight bottles of beer- to be lying, it was ten. He, then, turn me around so that we were face-to-face. It was weird that my eyes were still closed.
He rolled my hands around his neck and held my waist. We were close again. His fragrance mixed with the strong smell of beer in my nose. His moves were better now, as if he just learned them. 'You are a good dancer,' I complimented. He came close to my ear; I could feel his breathe from my hair. He whispered, 'Open your eyes.'
I opened my eyes. It wasn't Kai I was dancing with- It was Tyson. Apparently they swapped while we were dancing. I knew the smell was familiar- it was his body fragrance. He was wearing a white shirt, top two buttons unbuttoned from where I could see his chest- my weakness.
'She was a dance teacher, taught me how to dance. Sorry, I didn't tell you about this. I was embarrassed. I just wanted to dance with you,' he explained. I knew he was not lying, that dum-dum couldn't dance at all earlier and now he could dance better than me.
'Dance with me,' I said. I ignored the churning in my stomach.
'Hilary,' he said, his voice was promising, 'I will do whatever you want, for the rest of my life.'
'Tyson,' I said, 'let me go right now.'
'Why?'
'You don't understand,' I explained, 'I have to throw up.' He laughed and let me go. I went to the girls' washroom and burst my bubbles of excitement in me and also throw up. When I came out Kai and Tyson were sitting together side-by-side. The bartender was making the bill. She pulled the bill out and wrote something on its back. She slid the bill on the desk and gave it to Kai. Kai winked at her. I understood what was on the bill- her number!
THE END.