09: A Discord In The Club

I felt my head shake as the world around me spun.

The familiar music was blaring. The people were busy swaying their bodies to the rhythm.

I glanced at Sarah helplessly, who had started getting tipsy from one glass of her drink. I knew she could not hold her liquor.

"You aren't old. Don't act like one, Vicky. Match my pace." Pouting, she grabbed my hand and started doing those moves I adored.

As a minute passed, I could not help but match with her. A careless laugh escaped my mouth as I moved.

The high school dance class we both used to take came to my mind. After all these years, I still had not forgotten any single step.

As if it were only yesterday that we learnt dancing.

A hand suddenly touched mine, and I looked up to see none other than Mr Arrogant of all. What was he doing here?

Was it not much of a coincidence?

First Auction.

Then Sarah's Fashion Show.

Now this club.

As the saying goes, enemies are destined to meet on a narrow path. I kept meeting him, an