Dirty Dancing

Before

before: prep; conj; adv

during the period of time preceding.

Nicholas's Point Of View

7 am

Her face was glowing in the light, lips slightly parted as she slept soundly. Rose lay next to me, clutching the covers. I realised she was cold and changed her into one of my shirts.

Seeing her unclothed made me think about last night.

I pressed my eyes closed, trying to ignore my urges.

She probably regrets it, but I don't.

Rose, why are you doing this to me?

I got out of bed and put on fresh clothes, leaving the house to clear my mind.

I went for a ride around the city, there aren't too many vehicles on the street at this time.

She took off her shirt torturously slow, sitting up. The clip that held her plain brown hair was released as her locks framed her face and cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall.

She looks like a f*****g goddess.

So pristine and pure in her white lingerie.

I want to ruin it. I want to ruin you, Rose.

Never taking my eyes off of hers, even in her unclothed state, because her eyes held more depth, more meaning and emotion than anything else.

You have a sexy girl in front of you, almost naked, why are thinking about her damn eyes?

*HONK*

'MOVE IT!', a truck driver shouted from behind me.

I shook my head and focused on the green signal in front of me. Revving the engine, I rode away.

'Ji-Jimin...'

'Please...'

'Touch me.'

Her moans were music to my ears. She was so f*****g seductive without even trying.

Riding fast, zipping in and out of the vehicles that scattered the road, I tried focusing on what was in front of me.

'If you're not going to, I'll just do it myself.', she said and shut me up with a kiss.

Her lips. They were a dusty rose colour and turned deep pink when she bit them.

'URGH!', I groaned, taking a U-turn heading back to the apartment.

Stop f*****g thinking about her Jimin.

Muffled sounds were heard from inside the apartment.

I opened the door to see Rose, still wearing the shirt I left her in, and Jay and Jonathan in the kitchen.

The all turned and looked at me weirdly. Rose's eyes caught mine.

Damn your eyes, Rose.

'What?', I snapped at all of them, annoyed with myself.

Rose ran into the room, hopefully, to change. Jonathan couldn't stop gazing at her.

'You slept with her?', he accused me as soon as the door shut.

'Yeah so?', I asked, defensively.

I don't like your tone, Jonathan.

'You're so f*****g stupid. You don't even like her!', he harshly responded.

'What if I do? What's it to you?'

'We all know you don't, so you're just going to sleep around with her and her friends! It's nothing new!'

I hope Rose isn't listening.

'You know what, you can f*****g have her, Jonathan.'

Instantly regretting what I said, I picked my keys up again and left the house in a huff.

6 pm

I didn't have the courage to write to Rose the entire day. Instead, I just rolled, back and forth in bed, trying not to think of her supple skin and dark eyes.

I should go meet her.

I rode down to the academy and entered the building. Asking the receptionist for Rose, I was informed that she went out a while ago.

Which probably means she'll be back soon?

Almost an hour later of waiting, fidgeting with my keys and thinking of what to say, a familiar car pulled up.

I saw Jonathan and Rose in each other arms.

Why do I feel hurt?

Is Jonathan really interested in her?

Did he take what I said this morning seriously?

'Had fun, kitten?', I said loudly, leaning back against my bike.

It was stupid to even think about liking her. She clearly has no interest in me.

Jonathan got down from his car and faced me. Balling my fists, I tried my best not to attack him.

'Thanks, Jon.'

Thanks for taking yet another girl I like.

'Leave her alone from now on, Nicholas.', Jon said as if I was a child.

No. You leave her the f**k alone.

'Why? So you can have her?', I asked, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

My palms were sweating and my fingernails dug into the flesh of my palm as I tried to compose myself.

'What?', Rose asked.

I forgot she was here.

'You have some f*****g nerve coming here, Nicholas.', she said, angrily.

She was angry I left her? Did Jonathan tell her something?

I looked at her. She seemed sad, not angry.

Looking back at Jonathan, I felt rage.

'What the f**k did you tell her?!', I pushed him without thinking.

'I didn't tell her anything, Nicholas, SHE'S HURT!'

I want to punch your pretty face so hard.

'SHE'S HURT BECAUSE OF YOU!', he said, snapping me out of my trance.

I looked at Rose who looked disgusted. Disgusted with me.

'Was hurt. I was hurt, but not anymore.'

With that, she left.

I f****d up.