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It was amazing. her body was a frenzy of twisting limbs and thrashing chests. It was a beautiful, sexual dance. It was as if the music had taken over her entire body and she couldn't stop herself. it didn't seem to matter if everyone stared at her, she continued, her body flowing quiet loudly, like a waterfall, yet, with out a partner even, she was able to do all these... moves. She was possessed. And it was beautiful. And I couldn't control myself. The next song started so i walked up behind her and danced with her. People stopped, stared. I knew she wasn't popular, I knew I was. But she was such a hot graceful, amazing dancer it didn't matter. She didn't seem to mind that I placed my hands on her hips and stared to grind with her. She watched me from the corner of her eye. I was afraid that she'd stop if she knew who i was, but... she didn't. When the song ended she turned to me. I ran, she had such striking eyes. They stared into my soul, and... well... I needed to relieve something. The next day i was laying bed on that lazy lazy saturday. I couldn't get her eyes out of my mind. I had never seen her before. And it was driving me nuts. I needed to know who she was.
I decided if anyone knew who she was, Carl, my best friend, would. He knew everyone. And he dealt with them better then I. I knew every person at that high-school, even the people I had never met, however, she was the ONLY person didn't, meaning she was definitely an outcast. I picked up my cell phone and dialed his number. He answered.
"What?" I had woken him up, no doubt, and now he was pissed.
"I need your help. remember that girl I was dancing with last night?"
"Mmm... yeah, the hotty with the moves, right?"
"Yeah."
"The one that was a little over weight?"
"Yes."
"What about her? Did you get her home last night and she bailed or something?"
"No. I need to know who she is, could ya help me?"
"Cole." My friend began "I don't know WHO she was, no one saw her face but her two friends."
"She had friends at the dance, who?!" He took pity on me, I guess it was the desperation in my voice.
"Mella and Shelly."
"Mella? She's from maryland, right?"
"Yep."
"Thanks Carl!" I exclaimed and hung up. Mella lived about a block from me. I thought she was cute, a little short, but she had that voice like a little kids. She was two years lower graded then me, though, so I wouldn't date her. I wouldn't risk someone deciding they needed to call me a ***** again.
Chapter Two
Mella was in her Pj's when she answered the door. And her hair was a mess.
"Hi Mella... uhm... you came to the dance with a girl. i danced with her, who was she?"
"Uhm... I came to the dance and met up with Shelly and Amaenyt..." She answered, yawning. Damn, she was the second person who was probably pissed because I woke them up.
"Thanks. Amaenyt... wow... hot. Oh and thanks mell, your a life saivor!" HI hugged her and she whimpered.
"BUBBLE!" She exclaimed.
"Sorry." I pulled back and ran back to my house. I yanked out my yearbook from last year and glazed through it. No girl. She must of just started. I pulled out my student council info on people to look for. New kids from other states. Their she was, on the cover. I'd recognize her eyes anywhere. Suddenly my phone beeped.
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