Damn it was hot night – and my
stupidly tight skinny jeans were making my legs feel like they were on fire. I
was very grateful for my ripped tee shirt I can tell you. The weathermen had
promised us a really hot night too – it wasn’t gonna drop past twenty degrees –
scorcher! Still, as hot as it was, I wasn’t gonna miss a chance to hold her
hand – or to hold her in my arms and dance with her. I grabbed her hand as we
walked down to the bus stop. “You look lovely,” I blurted out. I grinned
embarrassedly at her. Jeez, I really had to rein it in – I was being a total
doofus around her tonight.
“Thanks – so do you,” she
smiled back at me, taking my breath away with those fabulous green eyes.
“I look stupid.” I said, then I
remembered that I was supposed to be all flamboyant. I didn’t elaborate.
She gave me a stern look, “No
you don’t – you look seriously sexy.”
Seriously sexy? Wow!
“Really?” my voice went all high with excitement, “You think I’m sexy?”
She got all embarrassed and
went all pink which was totally adorable, “Yeah, dude.” She said looking
anywhere but at me, I could tell she was all flustered when she muttered, “Come
on, bus.” I just smiled to myself. I was beginning to think Celeste was an
absolute genius.
We got on the bus and I sat
down – probably closer than I should have done but what the hell?
“You look sexy too,” I said
huskily, “Danny’s gonna be bowled over.”
She let out the most
un-lady-like snort and muttered under her breath “Yeah, well – he can totally
go screw himself.”
My heart skipped a beat. Did
she really mean that? Was I really in the running? I had to find out… “I
thought all of this,” I waved my hand between the two of us, “was just so you
and he could get it on again.” The very idea made me feel nauseous if I’m
honest. I’m sure that showed on my face too.
To my surprise she got all
flustered again. “It is.” She said with utter conviction. “It totally is.”
Well, that left me out in the cold again didn’t it?
We made our way into the
nightclub. It was quite early for a club, but there was a surprising number of
people already there, dancing and generally having a good time. We went to the
bar and I ordered us both a drink. I could see Faith scanning the crowds for
that cretin ex-boyfriend of hers. I’d already spotted him as soon as we’d
walked in – he had his tongue down the throat of yet another girl – honestly –
what the hell did they all see in him?
Thankfully she hadn’t seen that
– or maybe it would have been better all round if she had…
Celeste waved from where she
was hanging out with a group of her languages friends – she was studying French
and History so she had loads of mates from her course. She grinned and winked
when she saw us together. I waved back.
I turned back around to face
Faith and I knew in that instant that she’d seen Danny. I turned and checked;
well – thank God he’d stopped trying to choke her with his tongue.
Before I could stop myself, the
words had already left me, “Seriously, Faith, are you sure you want him back?
The guy’s a total loser.”
She nodded with a sigh, “Yeah,”
she said with a bit a forlorn expression. I could just tell that he would only
have to snap his fingers and the feeling of jealousy that coursed through me
surprised me a little – I was seriously annoyed.
Giving myself a mental shake –
really, I had no business whatsoever to feel that way – I decided it was time
to get rid of some of my nervous energy and I really loved dancing…
“Wanna dance?” The sexiest song
had just come on – and it was one of my favourites – right up there with
Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke – now that one was seriously sexy. It was Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo and wouldn’t
you just know it – I knew all the words…
Faith seemed totally up for
dancing with me – I kind of got the idea it was more for Danny’s benefit that
mine, but I wasn’t complaining – it was my hands on her body after all…
Grinning all over my face, I
grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me on the dance floor. She could move
just as well as I could and we definitely had a Dirty Dancing moment going on
there. I kept singing the lines to her and making really quite suggestive moves
and she seemed to be lapping it up – which was totally the idea.
We ended up with quite an
audience and I had to admit I was getting really turned on by her. In the end
it all got too much and I felt it would be better to go and get another drink.
“Hey, sexy girl,” I grinned at her, “Wanna get another drink?”
She nodded which was a relief
because I swear these jeans hid absolutely nothing…
I passed her drink to her and
perched on the bar stool. There were none of the comfy sofas left unoccupied –
which on reflection was probably a good idea – we’d have totally been making
out otherwise and she’d no doubt wake up in the morning wondering what the hell
she’d been thinking of snogging a gay guy… I was beginning to wonder just how
the hell I was supposed to break the news that I was actually straight…
Dallas, Operation Boyfriend… coming soon…
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