Song: "Enter Sandman" by Metallica (Because I like a variety of different songs)

"Come on, Blake! You won't regret this, it'll be fun."

My fingers paused mid-strum as I glanced up at London. She was laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"You always say that," I retorted.

"But you always end up having fun when you get on the dance floor."

I rolled my eyes at her as I placed my guitar on the floor beside me. I couldn't come up with an argument because it was true.

"Fine." I sighed while getting up. I walked to my closet and pulled out a burgundy crop top and black high-waisted jeans. Once I changed and brushed out my straightened hair. It was hard to deal with curly hair so I liked to straighten it sometimes.

"I swear I'm jealous of you," London commented. "You look good in everything and you have the body of a goddess. It's so unfair."

I gave her a smile, "Come on, London. You know you're gorgeous."

She sent me a playful wink.

After doing my makeup, we headed downstairs.

"I'm going out!" I called out to my foster mother, Isabelle. She came out of the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist and her blonde hair tied up into a messy bun.

"But it's a school night."

"Don't worry. I won't stay out late and you know I don't drink."

She offered me a smile. "Okay, honey, but be careful."

I walked up to her and kissed her cheek. "Always."

London and I got into her car and headed to the location of the party. It was about fifteen minutes from my house. It was a pretty big house with a giant yard. There weren't many people on the front lawn. That meant that it wasn't going to get super crazy.

We walked up the path to the front door. The bass from the music rumbled, causing the walls to vibrate. People stood around the large foyer with cups in their hands. Most were talking to each other, or shouting in order to be heard over the music. I followed London to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a can of soda and an unopened bottle of water for myself.

"Thank you," I said as I unscrewed the lid and took a huge gulp of the cold water.

I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. People were chilling on the couches while some were dancing. I leaned against the wall, muttering the lyrics of the current song under my breath.

"Not your scene?" A deep, soothing voice asked from beside me, or more like shouted.

"Of course you're here," I mumbled before turning to face him. "I only come if I feel like dancing."

Cyrus pressed his arm against the wall above my head as he leaned in close, his intoxicating yet addicting scent overwhelming me. I was tall but his frame still towered over mine. I had to look up to see his golden eyes.

"Oh really? You feel like dancing right now?"

His magnificent eyes slid across the scene before us before they landed on me. Slowly they slid down my body, lingering on certain places longer than necessary. His eyes held a burning intensity that made my skin crawl. His golden eyes lit up like fiery flames waiting to scorch its next victim . I wanted to cover my exposed skin.

"How about no?" I finally spoke, my throat feeling slightly dry. I needed some more water.

He opened his mouth a couple times before swallowing. His eyes danced across my face as something flashed within his eyes, but it was quickly gone.

"You sure?" He finally asked.

I glanced at the dance floor one more time. I wanted to go dance, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to dance with him.

"No," I made a move to push away from the wall but noticed the asshole, also known as the school's football captain and quarterback, staring at me. Eric looked like he was about to come my way so I quickly turned back to Cyrus. "Actually. I think I'll take you up on that offer."

A grin made its way onto his face. I found myself staring at him. His smile was attractive. It made his entire face light up, and his dimples weren't helping.

He reached out to grab my hand. His hand was much larger than mine. It was warm and calloused. Very manly.

He exhaled deeply as his hand tightened around mine. He walked us to the dance floor before stopping.

"What's wrong?" I decided to ask.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinting a light red. "I, uh, don't know how to dance..."

I pressed my fist to my mouth to stifle a laugh. Cyrus glared at me as the light pink dusted on his cheeks grew a few shades darker.

"You asked me to dance, yet you don't know how?" I couldn't stop the grin from growing on my face.

He opened his mouth to protest, "I'm sorry. I've been busy with other things...I don't have time for dancing."

"But you have time now?"

His lips parted slightly. Before he could say anything, I pulled him close to me. I heard him intake a sharp breath as our bodies touched. His cologne filled my nose, and I resisted the urge to sniff him. His black T-shirt clung to his muscles and his dark-washed jeans hung low on his hips. I mentally cursed myself. I was supposed to be avoiding him. He was creepy, but something was drawing me to him, and I didn't know why.

The song playing was kind of slower than the other songs, but it had a nice beat to it. Cyrus kept his hands dangling at his sides awkwardly. I sighed before grabbing his hands and placed him on my hips. His hands were large and I could feel the warmth of them seep through the thin material of my shirt.

I've danced with many guys before, why should this be any different?

With that thought in my head, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I avoided looking at his face and stared at his chest instead. There was something so intimate about making eye contact with someone when you're so close to them.

Cyrus cleared his throat, "Am I doing alright?"

"Not bad."

I held my breath when I felt Cyrus' fingers brushing against the exposed skin of my midriff. My heart pounded into my chest. What the hell was going on? I was suddenly hyperaware of his close presence to me. Why? I didn't know the guy.

We danced till the song ended. A more up beat song came on and I took the lead, showing him what to do. I lost track of time like I always did. I wasn't sure how long we danced for. My body was slick with sweat and I was ready for a water break.

When I excused myself and went to the kitchen to get another bottle of water, I checked the time on my phone.

After getting my water, I decided to look for London. I found her talking to some guy who was on the basketball team with my brother. I didn't want to bother her so I turned to walk away.

"Blake!"

I cursed under my breath when I recognized the familiar voice of the football captain.

"What the fuck do you want, Eric?" I snapped while shooting him a glare.

"You're looking extra sexy tonight," Eric spoke, his words slurred at the end.

A drunk football player. Just what I needed.

"Can't say the same about you," I shot back as I turned to leave. Eric's hand grabbed my wrist. I froze in my spot and sent him a deadly glare.

"Get your dirty-ass hand off of me."

He immediately let go. I took that chance to leave. When I knew I was a safe enough distance away, I stopped and leaned my back against a wall.

"Damn. Remind me to never get on your bad side," Cyrus spoke from next to me.

"Who said that you already aren't?"

His lips tilted up in a sly smirk. "Trust me, babe, after seeing how you reacted to him, I'm far from your bad side."

I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring the way my heart rate sped up at the nickname he just called me. He became quiet as a silence fell between us. He took a sip from the cup he was holding while my eyes scanned the crowd.

"Do you need a ride?" he asked as a couple minutes passed. I glanced over at where London was and saw that she was still talking to that same guy

"You don't mind?"

"I asked you, didn't I?" He began pulling his keys out of his pocket. "Let's go."

I followed him out of the house and down the extremely long driveway.

"I would hate having to walk this just to get my freakin' mail," I muttered earning a chuckle from Cyrus.

When we reached his car, I felt my jaw drop.

"Holy fucking  shit! That's is your car?"

My eyes were wide as I stared at his Lamborghini Aventador S. It was a metallic, dark grey color, almost black. What the hell is a teenager doing with a Lamborghini? His car makes mine look like a tiny piece of shit, maybe not even worth that.

Cyrus just shrugged his shoulders as he pressed a button on his keys to unlock the doors before he opened the passenger door for me. I gaped in awe.

"Are you just going to stand there and drool over my car or are you going to get in?" Cyrus asked while raising an eyebrow.

"I am going to drool over your car," I replied honestly as I got in. Cyrus turned on the radio, making sure to turn the volume down. I enjoyed the bass the car had. It was way better than mine.

"What's your address?" He asked as he started driving down the street. I recited my address to him so he could put it into his GPS.

"So why do you like dancing?"

I thought for a moment. "I don't know. I guess it's because it's fun and I like music."

He nodded his head thoughtfully. He turned his head to glance at me. "Do you play any instruments?"

"Yeah, some."

"Which ones?"

"Guitar, bass, and drums. I used to play the piano when I was like five, but I didn't enjoy it."

"Wow, that's a lot. I'd love to hear you play sometime."

I frowned. I was usually a confident person, who didn't give a shit about what people think. But when it came to my music, I didn't have the confidence to play in front of people. I tried playing at a talent show back in middle school and ended up getting stage fright. It didn't end well.

"Uh, yeah sure..." I trailed off while looking out the window. I wasn't going to play in front of him. Only my close friends and family have heard me. Cyrus wasn't one of them. I had only just met him.

The car became silent except for the sound of the radio, which he turned up. I quietly mouthed the lyrics to the song as I continued looking out the window. Neither of us said anything until we reached my house.

Cyrus stopped the car and turned down the radio. He then faced me.

"Thanks for the ride," I said as I opened the door. I offered him a smile before I got out. He looked as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

Instead, he just said, "Anytime."

I watched him pull out from the driveway and disappear down the street.

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~Kira