By the time I heard Dad yelling my name from the outside of the apartment complex, I was halfway down the street and not listening. He could scream all day and nothing would make me turn around to see him.

Again, I gunned the engine of my bike and roared down the street, deciding to go early to the dance club, even though I told James not to meet me for another half an hour or two. I couldn't just wait around back home anymore. Dad and I were both in a dangerous mood and would most likely kill each other if we wanted to. Seriously, we had both come close enough to it before. One little nudge and that's all it would take.

I arrived at the dance club and sighed, feeling relieved that I was finally out of Dad's clutches. He would never find me here. Try as he might, I was gone.

After pulling off my helmet and shaking my hair around, I entered the building. Inside, lights were already flashing and people were writhing to the beat on the dance floor, the cheap disco ball spinning. The air was thick with smoke and the clink of beer glasses could be heard clearly.

A quick glance told me that James wasn't there yet, so I threw my coat over a barstool, and told the bartender to watch it. He rolled his eyes as if tired of baby-sitting little drunks, but obliged nonetheless.

I hurried out onto the dance floor, pushing past some people. The bass was cranked up far too high and was pounding the wall, sending vibrations through my entire body. The singer's voice was garbled, and I really couldn't understand what she was saying, but I didn't care. It was time to dance.

Dancing. It was something I loved to do. If the music had a beat, I would dance. There was just something about having your body becoming one with the throbbing pulse of the music. Mom said I liked it so much because of my genetics. How? I don't know, really, I don't. But, I don't care either. I just love it, that's all there is to it.

Once out on the dance floor, I was able to make my body twist and flip, forming the musical notes in air. Eventually, some of the people cleared away just to watch me dance. I didn't like all the attention, but it didn't bother me all that much either. If they wanted to watch, let them watch. Nothing I can do about it.

The song ended with a crashing cymbal and a loud smacking on the bass drum. Immediately, the people burst into applause and whistles. I felt myself blush and began to walk off the dance floor. The next song was slow, too slow for my liking actually. So, I pushed through the throng of people and started to head on over to the bar.

That's when I felt somebody grab my forearm. I turned in the direction, wondering who it was.

James stood in front of me, smiling slightly. "Nice job."

"Thanks," I replied, feeling embarrassed that he had seen me. We paused, watching the dancers out on the floor.

"You want to dance?" he asked me.

I smiled back. "Love to."