And We Dance Dance Dance Novels & Stories

Naya pulled me away and back towards our table. “All right, girls, one drink, then it’s game time. We need to show these people who that dance floor belongs to.” “CHEERS.” we all yelled together as we clinked glasses and took a swig. Before long, we had finished our drinks and made our way to the dance floor. They were playing high-vibe trance music, the perfect tune to sway to. The girls and I threw ourselves into the music, letting the vibration carry us and our bodies. We rocked, thrust, dipped, and twirled, never stopping until our legs almost died.

“I don't know, babe. They look like sworn enemies. Anyway… enough about them. Show me those sexy dance moves.” I blush as I glance around, seeing people lost in each other as they vibe to the music. “I can't dance…” I bite my lip as he grabs my waist and pulls me closer. “Neither do I.” He whispers huskily and turns me around so my back is facing his front. “Just swing your hips from side to side and follow the rhythm.” The song playing in the background is David Guetta and Bebe Rexha's 'I'm Good.' It's cheerful and soon, I go with the flow as the song reaches my soul.

Fuck I'm sure as hell that was Cara and Kendall sitting on the couch. "Let loose!" Monique yells in my ear. She pulls me to the dance floor together with the other people dancing, drinking, and sweating. I can't help it anymore I was already dancing to the music, It Was You by Calvin Harris & Firebeatz, and Monique was dancing with me too. I pulled my hands above my head and began to dance sexily, swaying my hips like how a little bitch would dance while Monique dances against me. We danced for a while and we were beginning to have fun now. We danced to a few songs while she kept grabbing some drinks from the waiters that were passing by.

I bet there were so many rich and fucking handsome guys like Shane over there. I walked out of the bathroom, dancing to 'Bad Guy by Billie Eilish' which was playing on my phone. Yeah, I'm a pretty good dancer who loves shaking her ass and whining her tiny waist and because of my dancing skills, so many club owners had offered me a job to dance in their clubs.

Remy: “Dance with me, storm queen.” We jump into the center. Seras and Lucian join. Kayo drags her date in. Even Rowan gets pulled onto the floor by Holly. We dance like the world ends at midnight (because once upon a time it almost did, and we never forgot how to celebrate surviving). Fake snow falls harder. Real stars outside the windows lean closer. And for one perfect night, we’re just seventeen. In love. Unstoppable. Unbreakable.

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

We already rehearsed this so I knew exactly what to say. “Well, Jessica, I’d say it’s all about understanding. Lila and I, we respect each other’s responsibilities. She’s a brilliant doctor, saving lives in her own way, and we both know that what we do, it’s bigger than just us. We’ve learned to support each other through it all.”

She chuckled. And upon seeing that the clock had struck 6 p.m, we started getting dressed. Slightly applied make up, and hit the sidewalk. We headed to one of the biggest dance halls in school, that always held functions as big as the bash. The music was on full blast. And as soon as one entered, they could see the snack platters and drinks assembled on the long table. "It's going to be a long night," I yelled at Abby, who only decided to simply nod than yell back a response. As the music was at a deafening level.

"Thanks" I giggle along with her. She excuses herself and I look at Amir to find him looking somewhat proud He takes my hand and drags me to the dance floor. The song playing is Swim by Chase Atlantic and now it's me dragging Amir to the dance floor. I start to sway my hips and throw my hands in the air.

I say, giggling like an idiot. The music playing at the dance hall changes to Despacito by Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber. “This is my song!” I take hold of Ken’s hand and drag him with me towards the crowd of people dancing in the hall. I stumble a few steps, but I balance myself and not fall face-first to the floor. “I like this version of you, Jaclyn. Where has it been all this while?” “In a bottle of whiskey.” He places his hands on my waist and together we sway to the music playing, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I throw caution to the wind. I’ve been a terrible dancer from the get-go, but I do my best to not disgrace myself on the dance floor.