Dirty Dancing

Step

step: noun

each of the sequences of movement of the feet which make up a dance.

The song quickly changed to a fast-paced one and the entire room cheered. So did Nicholas.

I think this is hip-hop?

Nicholas let go of me before the chorus began, everyone in the room turned to the left and did the same choreography. Awestruck, I looked over at Nicholas and he laughed.

'Just follow it's simple.', he said grinning. I quickly caught on after getting bumped into and apologising to several people.

I sang as my head bobbed up and down following the people.

I couldn't help but enjoy myself, moving to the music without worrying about any technique.

'Not bad, kitten' he said taking my hand roughly bringing me back into his arms.

Grinding together, his hands roamed around my body like they had a mind of their own. I was slightly taken aback when he squeezed my ass, but then realised that that's how everyone in the room was dancing, while my hands were limp, down by my sides.

'Touch me,' he cooed.

I obliged and ran my palms down his shirt but I was more focused on watching him. He was captivating, like watching a lion in the jungle. He couldn't not move to the beat.

Awhile later Nicholas said, 'C'mon let's get out of here.'

Manoeuvring through the throng of sweaty bodies, we landed in the back alley of the club. The cold air hit me, contrasting the hot and humid atmosphere of the club.

'How was it?', Nicholas said leaning against the brick wall.

'Um, different, new... Thank you...' I said walking up to him.

'I thought you'd like it' he said taking my hand and pulling me closer.

'How often do you come here?', I asked, inches away from his body.

'Often.' he seemed distracted, looking into my eyes.

'Why'd you want to bring me here?' I questioned as he leaned in.

'You ask a lot of questions.'

'Answer me.' you gently demanded, tilting your head to the right.

He took my chin in his hand and lightly brushed my bottom lip with his thumb.

'I wish I knew.' was all he said.

Nicholas abruptly pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the bike.

12 am

We rode back in silence. The entire mood of this evening shifted.

I have no idea why he didn't kiss me, again!

How can he not know why he took me out?

We reached the gates to the academy and Nicholas turned the bike off. I hopped off and returned the helmet.

'See you at class tomorrow,' was all he said before taking his helmet and riding away.

What?

WHAT?

No 'Goodbye' or 'Goodnight'? Where's he riding off to now anyway?

Sulking, I dragged myself into the building, away from the cold.

The cold weather and the cold boy.

One moment he's pulling me in, the next moment he's pushing me away.