Novel & Cerita Don't Leave Me Out Here Dancing Alone

I didn’t mind since I wasn't the partying type. It gave me time to clean up my place before Zach and I would leave for our road trip…alone. I was looking forward to it. He came by earlier to say goodbye. I put on a pair of cotton blue shorts, a white tank top, and a sports bra. An hour had gone by and I had my music booming, unaware that I never locked my door after Zach left. The song ‘Lose Control by Teddy Swims’ came on and I immediately dropped what I was doing and ran to my floor mirror and began to dance and sing my heart out.

“Should I show you my middle finger? You can ask somebody else.” “The newly wedded couple just finished dancing. Now, It’s the time for the maid of honour to impress everyone with her two left feet.” “You can dance by yourself!” “The second, I mean third, dance belongs to us. Don't you know about it?” He looked at her seriously holding her hands. “Oh… I forgot you don’t attend events like that so I have to inform you that we have to dance together in a moment!” “Leave me alone! If you don’t want to be knocked out right now, here; I suggest you leave me alone, because I don’t care about the guests.”

Or… Doesn’t matter. I wasn’t here for that anyway. I threw back the rest of my drink, placed it on the nearest table, and turned to Chloe. “Let’s dance.” And we did. We carved out a little space for ourselves and fell into the beat. Chloe got swept up in the arms of a very eager gym bro almost immediately, and I couldn’t stop laughing. She always found the loudest man in the room. I stayed alone, arms above my head, letting the lights and music melt me down into something looser, lighter.

My legs wobble as I stagger off as I sing Justin Bieber and Sean Kingston's Eenie Meenie. The song really tastes bad on my tongue. I've never been good at singing. Even everything, also keeping my mate too. I have been doing everything to make our relationship work and one night he breaks the bond between us and discards me like trash. "Heaven! This is fucking ridiculous!" I laugh out loud like a mad lady and grab my head as the scene flashes on my mind for the hundredth time. Then I sing. Don't leave me out here dancing alone. Can't make up your mind, mind, mind, mind. Not trying to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind.

“We’ve got weight training together, don’t we?” “Yeah. I mean, you spot me sometimes. You once complimented my squat form.” “Oh, right,” he says, snapping his fingers. “That was a hell of a squat.” I want to melt into the floor. And then They Don’t Know by Jon B. starts playing. He glances toward the dance floor, then back at me. “You and I never got a dance.” “I don’t really—” I start to say, but he cuts me off by holding out his hand.

The latter also begged. “To this woman! You can surely dance for this woman because she’s the only one who remains single among the three of us here! No one’s gonna get angry even when you dance in front of her!” The crazy Yasmine pointed at me to be the macho dancer’s subject just because I am single and no one’s gonna be mad that a sexy man would dance for me!

It kinda looks romantic as the song played was Perfect by Ed Sheeran I glance at my smartwatch, it's 11:00 pm. Where's Caleb? I'm sleepy already. What took him so long to come back? I drank all the remaining beer in a can and stood up. Byron stood up too with his palm placed in the air in front of me. "Wanna dance?" he asks. My eyes widen and look at the dance floor, so many people, it would be embarrassing to dance at the center with this kind of music, so embarrassing.

Kayla laughs. I ignore her comment and keep dancing. By the fifth song, the other girls have been pulled away by their own horny creatures. I’m surrounded by people but somehow still so alone. My heart pounds. The crowd is getting pushier. They’re so close I feel as if I’m going to suffocate. Why the hell did I come out tonight? I have to push and shove to find my way out. The back door whines as I push it open. I gasp in the night air, settling against the wall. “Amber?”

Like I said, I’m a holiday cynic, and I usually roll my eyes at songs like the ones currently playing at this pub, but with how loose I feel, I don’t know when I push myself off the stool and move to the clearing at the center of the room. I begin to dance, and in my head? Fuck Orison, fuck Scarlet, and fuck the wedding. I have no freaking idea as to how I’m going to break the news to Rhosyn, but right now, I’m letting the music move through me and reflect in my dance steps. Soon, I begin to feel lonely on the dance floor. “I want a partner,” I muse to myself, looking around the room for a suitable pick. The bartender smiles at me, probably used to seeing my type all day, and I tear my eyes

As we exchanged rings, I held Yasmin Walsh's hand, and my gaze fell on her wrist. An old silver watch hung there, its dial yellowed with age, its hands forever frozen at 3:07. "Take off the watch," I said. Her smile stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back. "Jayden Burke, stop it. Everyone is watching." I didn't move. I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch."