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Stuck right in the middle of a large group was the same girl from the plane and the airport. It was like everywhere he looked she was there. Not that his eyes didn't mind this. Oh no, it was almost a relief to see something familiar. She was dancing with two other guys, hips moving to the beat of the music, eyes closed and just letting the rhythm take her over completely. Arms were raised high above her head, hands creating movements in the air.

One guy behind her reached his arms around and pulled her body up close to his, fingers roaming at their own cost. Vert, so transfixed by her, saw her pale lips turn up into a smirk from the corners at this. Her right hand reaching back and getting her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling his head down towards her neck.

Her body, in one quick motion slid down her dancing partner's and completely disappeared from sight for a few moments. Then up she came, this time facing him and placed her hands on his chest, pushing him away from her, going back to just dancing solo on her own.

Raising the bottle up to his lips, Vert's blue eyes didn't dare look away. It was as if she had him in a trance without realizing what exactly she was doing. Every move she made was flawless; every smirk she tossed about was heart-stopping, and the color of her hair...

Shaking his head roughly, he blinked out of his state to notice that he had accidentally spilled beer down the front of his shirt. Cursing, he placed the bottle down on the counter, only to have it whisked away by the bartender. He grabbed a napkin and attempted to clean up the wet spot as the same girl from behind came up beside him.

"Like what you see?" she yelled over the music into his ear.

The teen jumped at the sudden voice and turned to look at her, confused by this question. She wasn't talking about...herself was she? She must have noticed the quizzical look on his face because she let out a breathy laugh. "Not me silly..." her head nodded towards the dance floor. "I see you eyeing up Allie there."

"Allie?" he repeated, the name just sort of rolling around on his tongue and spilled off his lips. He liked that.

"Allie Highst. I take it you're new to town. Everyone knows her..."

"Well I just got here today." He admitted sheepishly. It was then that he took a better look at this girl who managed to get him into the club at the first place. She was pretty, rich brown hair that went down to her shoulders, layered all over the place, and honey-hazel eyes that looked distant. That could possibly from the alcohol intake she had over the night. But how was he to know?

She wore what looked like an emerald green corset that hugged her body in the right places. With that, she also had black pants over her legs and some black strap shoes on her feet. If he took a closer look, he saw that her toenails were painted with smiley faces on them, a very odd combo. Trying to not look at the toenails that were smiling up at him, he saw that she had stuck out her hand. Her nails were painted with hearts on them.

"I'm Chantelle."

Taking it, Vert shook her hand briefly. "Vert."

"Well Vert…care to dance?"

He looked alarmed at this, "Oh...I don't dance."

"Yeah, yeah, they all say that. I got you in; you might as well repay me." She said, waving her hand off in a dismissive fashion.

Before he had a chance to argue (or at least say he'd buy her a drink instead), her hand had latched on the front of his shirt (right over the wet spot too) and was dragging him out to the dance floor. It was at that moment Vert felt like he was back in 8th grade when he had done his speech in the front of the class and looked up to see all eyes were on him. As soon as he made his way to the middle of the floor with Chantelle dragging him, everyone sort of stopped to stare.

"I really can't dance." He told her loudly into her ear so she would hear. She simply rolled her eyes and made motions with her hand as if swatting flies away.

"Nonsense, everyone can dance...you just might dance badly is all!"

"That REALLY doesn't help."

"Yeah, my therapist says I need to have a more positive attitude..."

Great, now he was hanging out with a psycho lunatic.

"Look, you just need some guidelines. Like so..." placing her hands on his shoulders, Chantelle began to move side to side at first, making Vert do the same. After a few seconds, she nodded her head and grinned at him. Sadly enough, Vert's attention was back to the smiling toenails, trying hard to follow what she was doing as they seemed to pick up some odd pattern.

"Head up." She advised, lifting his chin up with her hand. "No body wants their partner to be staring at their feet."

He really couldn't help himself, before Vert had the chance to think it through; his lips already blurted it out, "Even if they're smiling at you?"

For a split second, Vert thought he had offended her. He was obviously wrong when Chantelle broke out into laughter only moments laughter, her grip on his shoulders tightening slightly to hold herself up.

"I knew you were cute, but I didn't think you would be funny!"

Vert's cheeks colored at the compliment. Or was it? Hell, he didn't even know anymore. "Uhm, thanks, I think..."

She shook her head, brown hair being tossed about lazily, "Never mind that. Now...if you want Allie's attention-"

"Who said that I wanted her attention?"

"Oh please, you were practically a starving street dog just watching her dance-"

"Was not."

"Was too. Don't interrupt me. I hate that. Now, to get her attention, you need to REALLY stand out. She doesn't like the whole, sits on the side-lines and merely watches. You gotta be in the game, understand?"

"Exactly what game are we talking about here?"

"The dating game! It's pretty easy though, all I gotta do is introduce her to you, and the rest is up to you mi amigo."

"Question; how do you know so much about her anyways?"

Chantelle snorted, not the most attractive thing in the whole world, "Doy...I'm pretty much her best friend."

"...right. So why do you want me to make an impression on her so badly?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed in a quizzical manner.

"Well Vert...because I like you, and I think you can set her head straight on a few things."

"I've only known you for 10 minutes!"

"10 minutes...10 years, what's the different I ask you? No, don't answer that." She raised a hand to his face just as he opened his mouth to reply. Obeying, he clenched his jaw. "Look, she just needs something...good in her life."

"So she's a angst teen or something?"

Chantelle laughed again as if he just said the most hilarious thing in the world, which, obviously to her, it was. "Are you kidding? She's got it made! People would kill to be her! Literally!"

"Okay...so where do I fit in?"

Chantelle shrugged loosely, leading him away from the dance floor to a more quieter section of the club. "Well...she just has this nasty bad habit for one-night stands, you know what I mean?"

At his questioning look, she rolled her eyes again, "She can't commit! She lacks in that department, F- all the way."

"Alright, alright, I understand." He held up his hands in defence when she seemed to look a bit impatient. "I just don't get why you're telling ME this. Why not some close guy friend she has?"

"Because she's already screwed around with them?"

"And what makes you think the same thing won't happen to me?"

"Because! You're different! You've got…potential!"

"...are you drunk?"

"Of course!"

"Right...just what I thought. C'mon, I'm walking you home."

At this, her eyes widened, "No, no, no! Listen to me! This is not a drunk rambling! I know what I'm talking about here!" She grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed him up against the wall, the smell of vodka and beer coming from her breath, "I know that YOU can get to her! Don't ask how! It's just a gut feeling!"

She moved away from him with a sigh, "Obviously I'm not going to be able to pursue you now. Just you wait. What school are you going to?"

"Uh...don't know yet."

"Well, when you do..." and out came a sharpie pen from who knows where, and she yanked the arm of his jacket back, scrawling her number down onto his skin, "Call me. Promise?"

"Call you for what?"

"Just call me, remind me who you are."

"Alright, alright fine." He agreed, tugging his sleeve back down.

"Good." And away the sharpie went. "Now, about you walking me home..."

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Hey! I'm back! And I can't seem to write long chapters. So sorry...it just all kinda comes like this. So maybe in the future some chapters will be longer then others. Who knows? This was a pretty useless chapter now that I think about it...but at least Vert knows someone now! Yay!

M.Parker.