"Yeehaw! Now, guests, it's square dancin' time! Grab a partner and do-si-do!" 

While everyone stood up and maneuvered their way to the dance floor, I remained seated with my hand under my chin. The wedding reception had been going on for an hour and a half, and I left my seat once to change into a pink sundress and boots.

Ash was no where to be found, and I gave up looking for him as time went on. Frankly, my jaw clenched whenever I thought about the earlier incident. He had no right to make those assumptions; he was a too clingy for my liking.

Sighing, I grabbed my glass of fruit punch and guzzled it down. This was going to be a long night.

"Do you want to...dance?"

I looked up from my glass to find Nick hovering over me. He looked slightly disheveled--but still perfect--with his pink tie loosened, the three top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, and pieces of hair jutted out in different directions. Grimacing, he stuck his left hand out towards me; a dark red blush crept up on his face.

What did I have to loose? I could either:

A) Sit here moping the whole night 

or

B) Dance and mope all night

or 

C) Stuff my face with chocolate cake and smack my head against the wall to pass out

Personally, I'd rather choose 'C,' but because it was only dinner time, the unhealthy crap was still hiding inside of my house. My mother, in fact, wasn't even finished cooking half of the deserts. 

We interlocked hands, and I pulled him to the dance floor. About twenty other couples were lined up around us. After a count of three, the live band began playing, and the square dancing began.

Now, I wished I could say that my life became a Disney movie, and we danced elegantly, moving around like we were on air. However, this was real life, and the reality was that Nick couldn't dance. He had the grace of a water buffalo. 

As I looped through the crowd, grabbing hands of random dancers, I could faintly see Nick in the middle of the fuss. He stood there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets, waiting for me to come back to him. Once I switched to the last partner, I placed my hands into his once again. 

"Ouch," I hissed as my toe stung from impact. "Can you dance?"

Nick grinned sheepishly as we stepped forwards and backwards. "Not really. At least not this type of dancing."

My eyes flickered over to the upper-left corner of the dance floor, where my little brother and sister were dancing together. They effortlessly twirled around; it was almost as if they were flying. Numerous guests were cheering, and Evalyn was even recording the whole routine on her phone.

"My six-year-old twins are square dancing better than us. How embarrassing!"

He rolled his eyes, and his lips set in a firm line. He then proceeded to let go of my hands and to walk towards the DJ booth. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and my right hand planted onto my hip.

Where was he going? He just left me on the dance floor without a partner!

Nick mumbled something into the DJ's ear, and the DJ nodded in agreement; he began pressing a myriad of buttons. A smirk slithered up Nick's face as he sprinted towards me. My bottom lip pouted slightly. What was he up to?

When he reached me, "Teach Me How to Dougie" started blasting from the tall speakers. He began moving side from side, slithering up and down like he was a snake. The whole crowd's eyes were on my classmate, but Nick didn't seem to notice. Grinning, he pointed towards me, gesturing me to join in.

Soon, the rest of the crowd mimicked his movements, including myself. Grandpa even tried to do the worm, but he threw out his back. I had to admit, even though I looked like I was having a seizure on the dance floor, I had a great time. 

"Okay, it's time for a slow song," the DJ announced after the last beat of the song. "As per the bride's request, I will play 'The Only Exception' by Paramore."

The light in the room dimmed, and a silver disco ball dropped from the ceiling. As it spun, the room sparkled, completing the winter wonderland theme. In the corner of my eye, I could see Evalyn loop her arms around Hunter's neck; smiling, she whispered into his ear and giggled. The groom leaned in for a quick peck and then spun her.

Cameras flashed as guests attempted to capture this memorable moment. In the middle of the song, other couples  stepped onto the floor and followed the newlyweds. Sighing, I found the nearest seat and sat down while my other family members paired off with their special someone.

"And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist..."

And it didn't exist. Well, not for me anyways. Ash was probably hiding from me after I ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it. And the award for the heart breaker of the year goes to...Belle Wilkes!

My arms crossed below my chest as the song continued on. Groaning, I tilted my head back and spread out my legs. How long was this damn song?

"I know this song is kinda lame but want to dance? You look suicidal right now, so maybe that will make you feel better."

My eyes found its way to my brown-haired pest. A quiet gasp escaped my lips as he appeared in my vision. The light from the disco ball transformed Nick into an angel--everything on his body seemed to become enhanced. His skin seemed to glimmer, his blue eyes became icier and more pronounced, and his lips were rosier. Once again, his hand was extended out in front of him, waiting to be interlocked with mine.

"Well," I stated nonchalantly, "I guess I'll go with you. You're terrible at dancing, so you need me to teach you."

He pulled me onto the floor in one rapid motion and planted his hands on my hips; my arms slithered up his neck. In the beginning, we swayed back and forth awkwardly. We almost looked like the teens at middle school dances who were required to be at least three feet apart during slow songs. 

When I least suspected it, he smushed our bodies closer together, so we were about two inches apart. Before I could ask him what he was doing, I was dipped downwards; my head almost touched the floor. In a split second, my body was propelled up once again.

"Wow, you're good at this type of dancing," I commended quietly, obviously impressed by his moves. "When did you learn how to dance like this?"

"I have to ballroom dance at events," he replied as he lifted me off of the ground. While we rotated in a circle, our stare intensified, sending chills up and down my spine.

When did his eyes get so...blue?

"Did I tell you that you look far from hideous tonight?" he murmured into my ear. He lowered my back onto the ground, and my cheeks burned a thousand degrees.

Gulping, I tightened my grasp as my body moved upwards. My hands felt clammy; sweat formed at my hairline. "What are you trying to say?"

"That you look gorgeous."

Our feet halted; his arms fastened to my hips. My lips parted a few millimeters as I tried to utter a response. Nothing but air left my mouth, and I must've looked like a fish out of water. I could feel tension rise in the atmosphere.

"Bastard, get yo hands off of my woman!" A slurred, commanding voice jolted me out of his arms.

A strong pair of hands snatched me from Nick and shoved me to the side. Squinting, I realized that the culprit was Ash, and he looked like shit. Half of his shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was messed up, and huge stains were scattered all over his clothing.

"Dude, what the hell is your problem?" Nick spewed angrily. He caught my right arm and yanked me towards him.

"What the hell is your problem? She's my girl!" Ash garbled as he tugged on my other arm forcefully before letting me free.

"Do you want to get the shit beaten out of you?" My brown-haired friend puffed out his chest and stomped towards the drunk. Aggressively, he wrenched the collar of his shirt and brought their faces closer together.

Ash smirked before bringing his hand up to punch his opponent. Because large amounts of alcohol were still in his system, his arm barely even flopped onto Nick's shoulder. Grinning, the rich brat pushed onto his chest, causing Ash to fall backwards.

"Now, can we go back to our dance?" Nick asked with a grin plastered on his face, acting like he just won a war.

My head shook slightly. "I really should get him into the house. He's destructive right now."

The ends of his mouth tilted downward, and he jammed his hands into his front pockets. "Whatever." As soon as those words left his mouth, he stalked away, disappearing into the crowd.

Part of me wished that I could go after him.

**

"Our song was a slammin' screen door, sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window! I like big butts, and I can't deny."

A fit of giggles boomed throughout the room. For the last five minutes, while I was hauling Ash into the house, he was combining random songs. Ash wasn't a great singer sober, and his singing capabilities didn't approve when he was drunk.

"Let's have some fun; this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick," he roared as he collided into my bed. With his both of his hands, he popped open his button down shirt and threw it across the room.

"I guess you want to become a stripper?" I giggled while pulling my pink covers onto his bare chest. It was freezing outside, and I didn't want him to catch a cold.

"Let's talk about sex, baby. Let's talk about you and me--"

"Okay, let's go to bed now." My eyes rolled; my feet pivoted me forward, so I could leave.

"Okay, night. Oh, and Belle?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Frowning, I flicked off the light switch, plummeting the room into darkness. "I know."

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