We got to the middle of the dancefloor, with people swaying to the catchy beat of the song.
"Lose the jacket, I don't want you to get it all sweaty." He said, smiling at me.
I took it off and handed it to Ambrose, watching as he disappeared in the crowd, probably looking for Lissa. Last time I'd seen her, we'd been standing next to the drinks table.
Searching the crowd for the platinum blonde head belonging to my best friend and Ambrose's sandy blond one, I turned around and noticed that Dimitri was no longer sitting with his friends. Jesse Zeklos was roaring with laughter though, apparently due to an hilarious comment from Adrian Ivashkov.
I turned around again, hoping Ambrose would be back quickly. The weather was a little chilly and standing around in a damn tank top wasn't so good.
"Where the fuck are you, Ambrose?" I asked out loud.
"Did he ditch you or something?"
A voice spoke behind me, laced with a barely present russian accent. Gasping, I turned around.
Uhh, I was doing a lot of that tonight. By the end of the night I'd probably be dizzy from spinning so much...
Looking into his chocolate colored eyes, I felt heat creeping into my cheeks and hoped he wouldn't notice. But he was Dimitri and he noticed everything. He looked at me, eyes sparkling with amusement and something else I couldn't guess.
Realizing I still hadn't given him an answer, I replied.
"Who? Ambrose? No, he was just finding somewhere to put my jacket so we could dance. Although, if he does try to ditch me I'll have to hunt him down."
His smile grew and I lost myself in that damn smile. Dimitri didn't laugh or smile very often and knowing that I had made him do so...
Well, let's just say it is an intoxicating feeling.
"Do you make a habit of hunting down people who ditch you?"
He was making fun of me, but I couldn't really care. All I cared about in this moment was that he was actually talking to me.
"Nah..." I said playfully. "Usually I'd beat the crap out of them, but since he's a friend I guess he deserves a discount."
He chuckles and I can see he's surprised with himself and his reaction. Silence begins to infiltrate in our conversation but I dismiss it.
"So, are you enjoying the -" A voice calling my name interrupts me.
Ambrose reaches us and his eyes widen when he realizes who's talking to me. He looks surprised to see Dimitri here, despite our little plan.
Well, that makes two of us.
"Um hey, sorry to interrupt you guys..." He says, awkwardly.
"It's okay, I should get back to the guys anyway." Dimitri says, a weird tone lingering in his words. His smile and playfull ways are long gone, replaced by a guarded expression.
I've never wanted to kill Ambrose as much as I do now.
"You don't have to go, man." Sensing my glare, Ambrose tries to help me. It's no use though. With his eyes staring at the ground, I can feel he's going to leave us, me.
"No, I'll let you be."
My friend turns to me.
"Look, I just came to see if you still wanted to dance, but I can leave and come back later." There's a question in his voice.
Dimitri's head jerks up. "You dance?"
"Yeah, a little bit." I answer.
I'm torn between staying with the russian and telling Ambrose to get lost, or go dancing with me. Surprinsingly, Dimitri makes the decision for me.
"Go on then! Now you got me curious." He offers me a small smile.
I smile back and nod.
"Let's go, Ambrose."
"Yes, ma'am!" He's smiling too.
As we make our way through the crowd, Ambrose snickers beside me.
"Shut up!"
"It didn't take much, just saying. Maybe he likes you more than you know."
"Shh!"
Ambrose signals to Mark, who replays our song. There's always someone dancing in these parties so I'm relieved people aren't going to look at us like we've grown two heads.
We start moving with therhythm of the song, following the coreography to perfection. It's funny, energetic and kinda sexy. I watch as the crowd surrounds us, cheering and clapping their hands. I smile through the moves, catching a glimpse of chocolate eyes and platinum blond hair.
The music surrounds me, the rest of the world appears to shut down (if that even makes sense) leaving only me, Ambrose, our coreography and this weird sense of calm and hapiness. When I dance it's like I can forget evrything, all the problems around me, my crappy life, my family or lack of, the emptiness and sadness that I feel when I find myself alone...
Everyone has problems in their lives and, as such, everyone needs a lifeline. A sort of anchor, something that will make your life, no matter how bad it is, a little more worthy of living.
Me, I found that on music and dancing.
The minutes pass by and the music ends, leaving me to catch my breath.
Ambrose looks down, wrapping his arms around me and spinning both of us in circles. Giggling at his gesture, I try to beg him to put me down. Not sure if he understood though, I couldn't stop laughing.
"God, you're heavy!" He says, chuckling.
I laugh harder.
"Asshole! Now put me down!"
He does what I ask and we discretly leave the dancefloor before anyone has the idea of coming up to us and try to chat. I may be fine with dancing in public, but the last thing I need is to hear peoplecriticizing me or others pretending that we're pros.
We glance back, verifying that the crowd is still dancing like crazy people. At least some of them actually liked our dance.
"I think I'm gonna pass out." Ambrose interrupts my internal rambling and supports himself against a tree.
"Hey, what's wrong? Don't tell me you're so tired because you danced that you're going to pass out. I didn't peg you for a pussy."
It's natural that he's tired, so am I, but passing out is a little extreme.
"No, not from dancing. We've, I've, done that a million times. Just not in public. I guess it's the rush that's making me feel this way."
Taking my hand in his, he lifted it to his chest, right above his heart and pressed my fingers against his shirt, allowing me to feel his heartbeat.
"Breathe, just breathe. It's probably just the adrenaline making your heart go crazy. Thank god, I thought you were becoming a pussy." I teased him, trying to calm him.
"Pussy, my ass!" Smiling, he slaps my hand away gently.
"Come on, let's get you some water."
Thirst and fatigue lead us to a table full of water bottles and we basically throw ourselves at it, desperate to quench said thirst. I only manage to snatch one and take a greedy sip before I'm almost tackled to the ground by a wave of blond curls.
"Rose, you were amazing. I didn't know you could dance like that. I mean, I did, 'cause you told me about those classes, but I never saw you dancing with my own eyes, you know? God, I'm so proud. You were so amazing! Did I say that already? Damn, I can't remember, but my point is-"
I, honest to God, have no idea how Lissa managed to get all of that out without pausing to take a breath. The girl has skills!
Thankfully, Ambrose steps in and interrupts her.
"Your point is that Rose was amazing, we get it. We heard you the first time." He is beyond amused.
"Sorry guys, I just get super excited sometimes." She looks down at her fingers, embaressed.
I didn't want her to feel bad with herself, so I put my arm around her shoulders and try to make her understand that we're only joking.
Ambrose, however, is not satisfied and teases her a bit more.
"And thank you, by the way! For acknowledging me and giving me a few complements too." He pretends to be offended.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ambrose! You were great up there too. You're a really good dancer." Liss says, reaching to squeeze his hand with an apolegetic smile.
"Thank you, Lissa. And it's okay, I was just messing with you." He admits.
We sit down and keep talking and teasing one another. In the meantime, it gets colder and I put on Ambrose's jacket again, having taken it off Lissa's hands.
A familiar, sweet scent of an aftershave hits me out of the blue and I'm left wondering why it's so familiar.
Until a very tall, very handsome guy dressed in a brown leather 'cowboy like' duster stands in front of me.
"Hey!" I somehow manage to spit out.
"Hey." He greets me calmly.
He seems amused and I wonder if he knows the effect he holds over me. I sure hope not.
"Hey, Dimitri." Ambrose and Lissa say on unison, causing me to jump slightly.
I had almost forgot they were here.
Dimitri returns the greeting, polite as ever, while my friends come up with an excuse to leave us alone.
Liars... But go ahead.
A/N: Sorry I didn't update sooner but school gets in the way and it makes it impossible for me to update regularly. Also, I might add some photos or GIF's to the chapters, but I'm not sure yet.
If anyone gets curious about the dance, I based it on a coreography video I watched on Youtube and it's really good. Here's the link:https/watch?v=PY5HjKw2J_4
Rose's dance is supposed to be a mix of all the dances in the video.