-Chapter Two-
-Just One Dance-
"Want to go to the club tonight?" I look up at Neji Huuga, my best mate since birth.
"What's the excuse tonight?"
"I need a drink or eight."
"So it wouldn't have anything to do with Tenten going, would it?"
"Tenten's going?!" I can almost see his ears prick up at that. Only I know about Neji's crush on his work partner, Tenten, a sports scholarship girl. A sport hasn't been invented that she can't do.
"Yeah with Hinata," Neji's cousin, "Saskia and Uzumaki." My eyes automatically darken at the thought of the weird, blonde, emo bitch.
"No guys?"
"Only freaks; Gaara, Kankuro, Shikamaru and Kiba."
"Kiba." He growls, his overprotective instincts of Hinata kicking in.
"I take it you're even more determined to go now?" He simply pushes his feet into the first shoes he sees and grabs his jacket, looking at me expectantly.
"Fine."
Grabbing a beer, I survey the crowd of gyrating bodies in the middle of the hot, low-roofed room. Out of the corner of my eye I see Neji talking to Tenten. He says something that makes her laugh. I smirk, my attention drifting back to the dancing people. A brilliantly golden head, gleaming in the flashing lights, catches my attention. I would know that hair anywhere. Naruta Uzumaki.
She looks unusually hot; sapphire eyes lined thickly with black, teeth blindingly white against stained scarlet lips. A narrow waist, curvaceous hips and large breasts that I never knew existed on Naruta are flaunted in her tight, low-cut top. She's dancing wildly to the music, her whole body moving to the beat of the infectious tune. She looks free and happy.
Without really knowing what I'm doing, I move towards her swaying figure.
"Uzumki."
"Uchiha." We seem to have an understanding, a connection in these few, brief seconds.
"One dance?"
"Just one?"
"Of course."
"Then why not?" I've never been much of a dancer, but this is different; it's like her oblivious attitude has rubbed off on me and, for once, I don't care what people think of me. Although it may just be the alcohol.
"And then he collapsed before waking up the next morning, asking for his mother!" We burst into loud and rowdy laughter, not caring about the looks we are receiving.
"Another dance?" I ask Naruta. Her eyes sparkle at me.
"Why not?" She says, echoing her words of earlier. I think I'm drunk.
Dancing with her, watching her long, white arms sliding over each other, her body twisting sinuously, hair shining in the lights. She looks beautiful. Now I know I'm drunk.
Suddenly I'm kissing her and she's kissing back. Oh God. Why do I ever agree to go to the club with Neji?