Dirty Dancing

Pa-de-Deux

pa de deux: noun

a dance for two people, typically a man and a woman.

9 am

'Partner up', my teacher said.

I looked around as Nicholas approached me.

Great.

'Hi, kitten.', he said in a low tone.

'Kitten?' I questioned, lifting my brow.

Our conversation was cut short when Mr Alexander gave us the combination.

The pianist worked his deft fingers and the dancing began.

'You don't like 'kitten'?', he whispered from behind and he held my waist.

Goosebumps rose on my skin.

'I prefer Rose', I said as I chasséd around him.

'Too bad, kitten.', there was that low voice again. It almost sounded dark.

At this moment I was so close to him, tension heavy in the air.

With shallow breaths, we stared into each others' eyes. My hand gripping his neck, his arm propping up my leg.

I was lost in a pool of brown, and I felt like drowning.

'What did you mean yesterday by, 'This isn't over'?', I asked while he spun me around.

'Meet me outside at 10. I'll show you, kitten.'

My eyes fluttered closed as I heard that name roll off his tongue.

I don't know whether I like it or hate it.

'Why at 10?', I curiously questioned.

The music stopped and people began to leave.

'Good work today class', said the teacher and left.

I turned back to Nicholas, expecting an answer, but he had already left.

Guess I'll have to find out for myself.

9 pm

I was taking a relaxing bath to calm my sore muscles.

I felt a little nervous about meeting Nicholas.

Maybe he just wants to talk?

It's been so long since I've had feelings for anyone.

Ever since him.

*BUZZ*

wear something sexy

-nicholas

Um. What?

I stared at my phone, biting my lip.

I barely know the guy and he wants to take me out?

Is it too late to cancel?

Yeah, it's almost ten, he's probably done getting ready.

Might as well suck it up and find something to wear...

I rummaged through my cupboard while I played some music in the background.

I sang along, trying to find an outfit. I smiled as my eyes landed on one.

I wore some nude lipstick and light blush, before stepping out of my dorm room.

Reaching the double doors, the cold evening breeze hit me, making me shudder, looking around.

I saw a couple making out and motorcycle parked in front of the building.

The breeze blew again and I cursed loudly for forgetting to bring a jacket.

'Here, take mine.'

I smelt that familiar scent of his, as a heavy leather jacket was placed on top of my shoulders.

'Oh, t-thank you.' I smiled at him when he came into view.

Has he been standing here this whole time?

Nicholas looked like eye candy in a plain t-shirt and jeans that hugged his muscular legs well.

He started walking towards the gates.

'So what are we doing?', I asked, following him.

'We're going out, kitten.', he said without looking at me.

Oh, REALLY?

'Where?'

He stopped in front of the motorbike and turned to you.

Red flag, Rose.

'To my favourite place.', he smirked coming close to your face.

A feeling of excitement and fear vibrated through my body.

My feet were glued in place as he came closer, one of his fingers lifted my chin up.

'Um, Nicholas, what are you-'

I felt something over my head.

A helmet. He put a helmet on your head, Rose.

Am I stupid enough to think he'd do something more?

Stepping back, he sat on the bike and started it.

'Hop on', he indicated with his head.

'I've never been on a motorcy-'

'I know.', he said with a straight face.

His eyes made you want to do whatever he said. His eyes made me trust him all of a sudden.

Hesitantly, I got on and wrapped my arms around him.

'Where's your helmet?', I questioned.

'You're wearing it.' he said and together we rode off into the dimly lit streets.