Between 2 Families

"If you look at page 54 of the book..." said the teacher while giving his lecture on business management. However, Helena couldn't concentrate, she could hear her phone vibrating in her bag, and she knew Cristina was texting about going out that night. Cristina was her roommate, and she was what everyone called the party girl. Helena wasn't sure if she had ever watched a single class since the semester started. Cristina was beautiful, with green eyes, brown sugar skin, with excellent style. She was the party's life, and her smile was so bright it could light up a room. Something completely different from Helena, who wasn't introverted, but she didn't like to call attention either. Helena's eyes remembered honey; she had long, wavy brown hair with a fair complexion. She was always in clothes that would hide all details about her body. Maybe that's why, after three months since the start of classes, many students haven't even memorized her name. It didn't bother her as she liked the unknown. Helena grew up as a suburban child, and her father, Adriano, an Italian descendant, worked hard all his life to provide for his family the best he could offer. Her mother, Isabela, was what's known as Pinterest's mom. She had the house always looking like a staged home, you could smell her cooking from a mile away, and it tasted as good as it looks and smells. However, Helena did not like to talk about her family or her past. By the 5th time her phone vibrated, Helena decided to check her texts discreetly. She carefully laid back on her chair and reached the outside pocket of her bag, grabbing her phone. Still in a layback position, she clicked on the message notification, and the first message she read said, "Not an option." She didn't need to scroll back to know what the message meant. Cristina talked for days about this party at this new nightclub that quickly became popular among college students. Helena let such a loud sight, catching out the teachers attention. "Is my class not as entertained as you expected, Miss Helena?" Mentioned Mr Taylor with an annoyed expression. "I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor," Helena replied, digging deeper in her hair, trying to hide the embarrassment. The class continued for another 30 minutes until the bell rings, announcing the end of the day. Helena quickly grabbed her stuff and stormed out to her dorm. As soon as she arrived and reached the doorknob, she heard two giggly voices coming from inside the room; she softly shook her head, predicting what was about to happen. "Helenaaaa, we were just selecting your outfit for the party," an overly excited Cristina commented. "Ya, it's not every day that you willingly decide to go out with us," mentioned Sam. "You guys are making me regret my decision," teased Helena while throwing her bag on the floor and laying in bed. "come on, let me see the outfit," she continued talking, still laying down and only turning her head to face her friends. Sam and Cristina pick a few dresses from Cristina's closet as Helena's wardrobe was not the nightclub-style. The first dress they showed was a short, strapless, silver dress. The second was a long, flowy flower dress. "You got to be kidding..."Helena replied unamused by their choices, "We are going dancing, and you want me to dress up like I'm going man hunting or to a wedding." As the girls disagreed with her opinions of the dresses, Helena sat down on her bed. "I want to be comfortable if I'm dancing, no skirt going up showing my hoo-ha away, no strapless tops that will make me concern if my boob will end up flashing someone. Just something cute but comfortable." Sam glanced at Cristina, and with a devilish smile, she mentioned, "Soooo, if I pick an outfit that won't do any of those things, will you wear it?". Helena looked at her suspiciously but decided to go with it. As the girls finished getting ready, Helena walked out of the bathroom after changing her clothes. She wore a black faux leather legging that snuggled her curvy legs with a tucked-in, loose V neck, light silver/white blouse. "You should dress up more often," said Cristina while cheerfully clapping her hand. "Better not; it is easier for us to find a boyfriend if she keeps wearing her baggy clothes," replied Sam with a teasing voice. Helena didn't pay much attention to the girls as her eyes stared at the woman in the mirror. She was looking beautiful, but it did feel like she was wearing a mask. The smokey eye makeup and the wavy-styled hair didn't make her feel like herself. As she went to grab her flats, her friends stopped her in action, "You didn't let us dress you up as we wanted; the least you should hear a heel." mentioned Sam while Cristina handed her the heels. Too tired to argue, Helena put on the shoes. The girls arrived at the nightclub, the line was already getting pretty long, and if it weren't for Cristina being a social butterfly, they would have to go to the end of it. However, since she knew the bouncer, they stayed in the VIP line, which was 1/3 compared to the main entrance's size. Helena was interested in the environment around her. The place was a mix of rock country, but they played all types of modern/dance music. They had hats and bras hanging from the ceiling. The female bartenders wore a crock top shirt and distressed shorts, while the males were wearing a standard black shirt with the bar logo on the front and jeans pants. As soon as they got in, they went straight to the bar and ordered a shot with a chaser, so they didn't need to keep going back to the bar. They walk-dance their way to a corner of the dance floor, selected an empty high table where they placed their belonging along with their glasses and whiteout wanting to miss a beat, and they start to dance. ... In the same nightclub was Logan. He was part of one of the most popular fraternities; he and his friends knew they had to go to that party as it was growing popular among the students in the university. "Wow, man, look at those girls; if this is what paradise looks like, I am ready to die," joked Asher looking at the girls that were standing around the bar. Logan laughed, replying, "Maybe only in heaven, you will be able to get one of them to dance with you.". Everyone around laughed, but Asher, as he knew his comment was somewhat true, was too shy to ask a girl to dance. They were still all chatting when the Dj announced through the microphone, "Alright, party people, you know what time it is..." the crowd screamed and cheered. "Let's give a round of applause to our beautiful dancers," he finalized as the female bartender went up the bar, moving sexually, teasing all the guys watching from the floor. The bar was wide, giving enough space for some girls to go up there to dance. They also had a metal bar with some handles to hold if they needed some support up there. Logan leaned one of the pillars between the bar and the dance floor to enjoy the show, and while his group was adoring the show happening at the bar, Helena and her group could not care less for what was happening in the bar. They enjoyed that most people left the dance floor to see the show, leaving them with lots of space to dance. As the DJ started the beat, and what caught Logan's attention wasn't the s****l dance the girls were doing up in the bar. It was the little group cheering one girl in particular to show her move. His eyes followed her movements as she seemed to be having so much fun, dancing perfectly in rhythm with the music. He could not look away. Each flip of her hair, each swing of her hips, each arm movement made him more interested in her dance than the bad twerking happening at the bar. She was dancing for herself, not caring who was watching. She had no idea anyone was watching her, and she loved to dance. That was like her therapy, all her stress leaving with each drip of sweat running down her body. As the song ended, she continued synchrony perfectly with the music; She did three pirouettes and landed in a split while the music stopped, making her friends scream and jump up and down the excitement. She got off the floor giggling since it's been a long time since she did that silly dance. She was catching her breath and was feeling the heat from all that movement. "I need to grab a drink," she mentioned to her friends with a slight head tip towards the bar. After a few minutes of trying to pass through the people hanging out by the bar, they reached a small gap, and Sam started to try to get a bartender's attention. In the meantime, Cristina and Helena kept talking a few steps behind her. Discreetly, Logan placed himself next to the girls, with their backs facing him. "Would you like a drink?" he asked the girls, wanting to start a small conversation. Helena turned to face the man talking to her, "Oh, thanks, but no, our friend is already at the bar trying to grab us something," she replied gently. "Can I hang out with you while you wait for her?" He asked, trying to be polite, but Cristina interrupted him. "Seriously? Now you will flirt with her in front of me?" mentioned her, frustrated. "I can't believe you.." she finished shoving him out of the way with her shoulder as she went closer to Sam to be away from him. Helena chuckled at his confused face, "I guess you don't remember hooking up with her a few months ago, promising the stars, and leaving her on an empty bed with bus money?" Logan looked embraced, but it's not sure if it was for his action or the fact he had no recollection of that event. "Are you sure it was me? I really can't remember her..." he asked, scratching his head while looking at Cristina's, trying to remember the events mentioned to him. "Maybe next time you should pay more attention or drink less." mentioned Helena while tapping on his shoulder with her left hand as she made her way to where her friends were. "Wait.." He said while turning and holding her arm so she wouldn't leave just yet. "What's your name?" He asked while staring at her beautiful eyes curiously. Helena stared at him, surprised, and then she narrowed her eyes like she wanted to read his thoughts. "Seriously, do you pay any attention to your surroundings?" She said, making him lose the grip on her arm. "What do you mean?" He asked, as he was sure to recognize her if he had ever seen her. She let out a sigh, rolled her eyes, and replied, "Maybe you need to pay more attention to everything around you and not only what interests or makes you comfortable, Logan!"