First Time Ever

First Dance

Chapter-8

First Dance

Okay planning for parties was one thing but being a part of them was actually an entirely different thing. I had never really been a social butterfly and now was no different.

As soon as the grand cake was cut, music blasted through the house and the entire apartment turned into a pub, with dim lights, sweating bodies, all different sort of alcohol and a lot of making out.

“Should’ve locked my room,” I was sitting in the corner, drinking pop and sulking.

“Yes you should’ve,” Keith showed up from the hoard of intoxicated bodies wearing a black satin shirt and dark blue jeans. As usual the first two buttons of his shirt were undone. With sweat beads falling off his forehead and his carefully styled hair, half ruined, he looked hot, dangerous but hot.

For a few moments I kept staring, “Yes,” I replied in half consciousness.

He smirked as if saying ‘I am sexy and I know it.’

“Excuse me,” muttering I got up and started going towards the glass doors. Really I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, he scared me and excited me, all the same. The guy was half mad and I wanted nothing to do with him.

Yes he has helped me a couple of times and for that I was grateful with every intention of returning his favors but that was all.

I no more needed anybody’s help.

“Leaving”

“I don’t fit in here,’ keeping the bottle on a nearby table I continued moving.

“How do you know” he asked stopping me mid step.

What did he want with me now? Can’t he just leave me alone? “Some things you know without needing a reason.”

He smiled at my answer, not smirked but smiled, “Yeah I guess you’re right.”

Deciding that it was the end of our conversation I resumed walking.

“You’ll ruin your dress, you know,” he followed me.

“Huh?” what was he talking about?

“By going out, not to mention there are already people out there, see,” he gestured towards the lawn. Sure enough I could see drunk faces and some sober ones enjoying the fresh air.

“How did you know?” I questioned, “that I was going outside?”

“Really India,” he gave me look as if I wounded him, “where else would you go?”

Funny but he was right, there was nowhere for me to go, I was stuck here with these strangers and with people I knew who still behaved strange at times.

Feeling like strangling Lita I went back to my corner and resumed sulking. That girl had disappeared with Brandon as soon as the music started and I had a really good idea about what both of them would be doing right now.

“You’re spoiling it,” Keith sat down across me.

“What?” I snapped.

Smirking he replied, “That beautiful dress don’t go with that stupid look.”

Oh! So he was telling me I didn’t do justice to the dress. I knew it all along, this was a flop idea. I wasn’t made for things like this, beautiful things like this but it stung, hearing it from him.

Closing my eyes I looked down, half in embarrassment half in shame. Why on earth did I go along with Lita’s idea? I was a fool!

“Found a troll under the table?” he asked.

“What?”

“Jesus India, is it your favorite word? I mean how many times do you use the word ‘What’?

I used it often.

“I asked did you find a troll under the table? I mean that’s why you’re looking down instead of at me, isn’t it?”

That was enough.

“Stop with the riddles already Night, what do you want?” I demanded.

He merely smiled as if enjoying his own personal joke.

And I was forced to use my tag word again, “What!”

“Dance with me,” he stated softly, leaning over the table.

“What?” okay at least this time my expression was different.

“Are you hard on hearing or is it sheer dumbness?” he was still leaning over and looking at me with something strange swimming in those blue eyes.

I felt like saying f**k off! But that would have come out like a squeak from my mouth.

“It’s neither,” crossing my arms over my chest I shifted back in the chair wanting to put some much needed distance between us.

“Then what is it?” he asked it so coolly that for one moment I forgot he was the same guy who’d bullied me two weeks ago.

“None of your business,” why was this guy so adamant on making conversation with me, “Don’t you have something else to do than just sit here and chat with me?”

“Oh!” giving a surprised look he slammed his palm on his forehead, “I almost forgot I had to sign the papers of nuclear pact between India and U.S.”

“What?” was he insane?

“India this is a freaking party, what do you expect me to do here? Plant trees?” him and his smart mouth.

“I don’t know,” replying softly I looked down again.

“Say hi to that troll for me,” he teased.

“Leave me alone Keith!”

“Dance with me and I will,” he promised, daring me to say no.

Apparently I took him up on the challenge, “No.”

“Why?” he was smiling.

“Because I don’t want to,” I replied simply.

“You’re bad at lying India,” there was a look of pure amusement in his eyes.

Oh so he found me funny?

“Am not lying,” looking straight into his eyes I continued, “I don’t want to dance with you Night.”

“Hmm,” straightening his shirt he got up and came to stand by my chair, “but I do.”

His voice was low and dangerous, reminding me of his warning, I felt my goose bumps rise.

Gulping down my fear I replied, “No.”

I expected a threat but instead he clutched his heart dramatically, “India you keep breaking my heart. So merciless!”

“Are you for real?” this dude’s got to have split personality.

“Yes I am,” offering his hand to me, he replied.

“I said no Night,” but I was looking at his still outstretched hand. Maybe one dance wouldn’t hurt only if…..

“You don’t know how to dance,” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement and a true one.

Sighing I replied, “No I don’t.”

“Then you should have said so.”

“That was only part a reason I said no,” I confessed.

“And the other part was?” his hand was still in mid air.

“That I didn’t want to dance.”

“Hmm,” he took hold of my wrist.

“What?” I tried to jerk back but he held on.

“Come,” forcing me to stand, he ordered softly.

“Night I can’t dance,” he was dragging me towards the sweating bodies.

“Then lets teach you,” when we reached there he let go off my wrist, instead I found myself staring in his eyes.

“See all these people,” his eyes gestured to the people surrounding us, “you think they can dance?”

“Certainly looks like they can.”

“It’s not called dance,” his hands rested gently on my bare shoulders and I felt a wave of electricity go through my body, “it’s called letting go. Nobody is here to judge you, damn nobody even cares. They are here because they want to enjoy this moment, they want to let go.”

“Letting go?” was I even capable of doing it?

“Move your body, feel the rhythm,” his voice was soft yet commanding. He started swaying his body side to side, it caused his hands to move over my shoulders and I felt gentle caresses on my skin. Suddenly I was afraid, there was something bubbling inside my stomach.

“Try to imitate me,” he raised his voice as another song blasted over the speakers.

I looked at him hard, “No I can’t,” it was as foreign to me as his touch. I couldn’t move like that, it was too unusual for me, too uncultured.

“Try India,” he tried to pursue.

“I can’t and I won’t,’ I replied, glued to the floor all the while.

I thought I heard a growl of frustration but with all that music it was difficult to tell.

“You’re impossible,” then I was turned around, my back firmly pressed against his chest, his hands moved from my shoulders to my waist.

“If you can’t then I’ll teach you to and if you won’t then I’ll force you to,” and I found my hips swaying as his hands directed them to and my body moving like his own.

He made sure there was no space between our bodies so that mine would have to move according to his.

It felt strange and uncomfortable and I wanted to get away from him but then decided against it, when will I get to dance again?

I could feel his muscles contract and relax, hard against my back. The material of the dress was thin enough that I could feel his touch through it and it felt strange having his hands on my waist.

Nobody has ever touched me like this before, I’ve never allowed it but now that his hands were all over me, I don’t really know why and uncomfortable as it was, I liked it and that scared me.

“See,” he whispered in my ear, his chin on my shoulder, “it’s not that difficult.”

God why was I so drawn to this madman? He was beautiful, yes but he was also dangerous. I was so out of my league here.

“No it’s not,” I let him command me, let him take control of my body. I let the barriers down.

“Let’s take it up a notch,” taking my wrist in his hand, he spun me outward and then pulled me in as the song reached its chorus. When it finally died down I was pressed against him, my arms around his neck, one of his round my middle and the other one hooked under my thigh, holding my knee up.

In that moment I was drowning in all the blue that were his eyes, they held promises, promises that instilled fear in me.

“India?” he whispered and I came back to reality to find myself still glued to him.

“Shi,” cursing I tried to get away but he dug his nails into my bare thigh. Oddly I found that very……..sensual.

I was walking a dangerous line here.

“Let go Night,” I struggled in his arms.

“I will,” he kept his eyes on me, making me feel self conscious , “after I tell you this…..,” releasing me he stepped back and looked me over, “you look beautiful India.”

Then he was gone leaving me stunned in the middle of the dance floor. It was the first time he said that and the foolish little thing I was, I believed him blindly.