Another flashback :)
The party was in full swing and the music was pulsing. Cece was in my element with all the dancing she had done; people loved it. From the way she was moving, she could tell that Shake It Up! really did throw all the best parties . The only thing that would've made it better for her was if she'd had a date... like Rocky.
Eventually, she realised she needed a drink. Walking to the beverage table, she noticed him – the new dancer. She was aware that she was 2 years older than her at 17, but he had such an allure and way that she was attracted to him. Her mum would never allow it of course.
"Were you after a drink? Want this one?" He asked Cece as she approached.
"Oh, thanks." Cece said taking the cup from the handsome boy.
"you're a great dancer, you know!" He told her, smiling. "I was watching you out there, it was really good."
"Really, you think so?" Cece grinned. "It is the only thing I've ever really been good at. You are really good too, you know?"
"I know." They both laughed.
As the laughter died away, an awkward silence took over. Cece listened to the music and sipped her drink. It was blueberry but she thought it tasted ever so slightly off.
"Want to dance?" Interrupted the silence towards Cece. She nodded and let her be guided to the dancefloor by her hand.
They were dancing so close. Closer than she could ever imagine dancing with somebody because it was intimate yet sexual all at once. Her head was spinning by the time he brought his lips down on hers. She had known it would be inevitable considering the proximity of their mouths and the heat of the dancing.
After a couple more kisses, he came up for air and stared at her.
"Wanna go somewhere quieter?" He asked her, moving his mouth to her neck and kissing it.
Cece giggled slightly, feeling slightly unsteady on her feet. "Erm... sure!"
He held her hand and led her off the designated dancefloor, stopping every so often to kiss her exuberantly upon the mouth. Her head spun from the feeling as adrenaline pumped through her veins when she let herself be guided to a changing room.
He pushed her up against the wall and started to kiss her deeply; roughly; passionately. Before she realised they were entangled and she was dying for air. He started to touch her boobs then, still pinning her to wall. She was going to say something but found that just as she was about to, he kissed her again and then she was feeling very sleepy. Was that normal when you've been making out? She'd never felt her eyelids feel so heavy.
"I have a condom, you know?" It was only when she felt his hot breath against her ear that she realised they had stopped kissing. It then took a couple of minutes before it dawned on her, just what he had said.
"No... I don't want sex... I'm still a virgin..." Cece knew it wasn't a cool thing, but her head was suddenly hurting and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. She wasn't ready to have sex and so...
"That is okay, babe, I like virgins." He then kissed her hard on the lips, using one hand to keep her where she was whilst the other one started to wander down her stomach to the zip of her jeans.
She tried to protest and say no some more whilst attempting to squirm, but her body wasn't complying with her.
It hurt as he thrust into her and she felt a whimper at the back of her throat. She wanted to scream, she wanted to fight. She couldn't. His body was a heavy weight upon her and she was barely recognising it.
Her eyelids were dropping and the room was blurring around her. He pants and heavy breaths were slurring like her head was underwater. The lights were whizzing past her and she couldn't focus on anything. All she could feel was the shame that surrounded her being paired with her heavy heartbeat and tears that were falling down her cheeks.
She gave up.