We danced through Paramore, Panic! At the Disco, Florida Georgia Line, and Gym Class Heroes. When we stopped dancing, we were both breathing heavily. His hands were still on my waist until I took a step back. “See? You’re not that bad of a dancer.”
I rolled my eyes before pointing behind me. I had a craving for Coca Cola and nothing will stop me from getting it. “I’m going to go get something to drink.”
“Want to get me something, too?” he asked.
I smirked as I backed away. “Nope.”
I quickly exited the large mass of people who were still dancing and walked towards the kitchen. “I thought you weren’t much of a dancer.”
Instead of looking at him to reply, I just kept walking. “Shut up, Carson.”
I heard his laughter as I entered the kitchen and dipped my hand into the fridge to grab a so
