dirty dancing

/ˈdɑːnsɪŋ/ /ˈdəːti/

Verb

A morally unclean, indecent or sexually provocative style of dancing; a striptease.

"Do you know the death rates of riding a motorbike is?" Blake looks at me boringly shrugging his shoulders, he awaits for an answer I don't even know. "I don't know but the new-"

"Get on the bike princess."

"If I die then you can pay for the insurance, my parents are broke and you seem rich." Blake chuckle, he shakes his head looking anywhere as if asking god for help. I mean, the bike was an early calling for death. At the same time, I couldn't believe I was doing this. I guess I needed to prove my theory that I could never like him. I know that for a fact, I was still wrapped around my ex boyfriend. I couldn't move on so quick. He would be a great friend but that was all. A friend and nothing more.

"So you're using me for my money now, great to know on our first outing." I chuckled walking towards him as I shove the helmet down my head. He settles down onto the motorbike and I sigh throwing one of my legs over the seat, just as I was about to fall off, I feel his arms grab me by my waist. I gasp grabbing his jacket with my hands, our faces only a few inches away. His eyes gaze down my face as do my own, I analysed all his features, from eyebrows to jaw.

"I'm really not ready to die, I mean let me at least turn nineteen then you can kill me. Actually scratch that-"

"You talk so much you know." Blake mutters along with a small laugh. He settles me down onto the bike properly. "Alright, hold on." I looked around for something to hold onto but I was a bit confused. "By my waist Princess, unless you want to fly of the bike." I wrap my hands around his waist tightly as my head presses against his back, "I haven't even started driving and she's already stopping my breathing." I couldn't help but laugh at his sarcasm.

He turns to face me with a small smile, I feel my cheeks redden as he begins boosting the engine. He drives onto the road as I hid my face into his back. We enter the city, the traffic, the smell of perfume and gas over loading me. "Stop hiding, be free." I gulp and raise my head as the wind slaps against my face.

My hands press against his abdomen my hands grazing his perfect sculpture. I smile and chuckle loudly as we passed hundreds of cars, skipping through traffic. My head looks up and I see the tall buildings, "oh my god this is amazing." I shout as loud so he can hear me, I feel the vibrations of his chuckle. He switches the bike slightly allowing use to reach the floor.

"How many other girls have you done this with?" I said through the bodies of the car before we paused to a haul. He rested the bike on one leg and as did I, his head turns around leaving me with just his cheeks. "Probably thirty others, is there a waiting list on who comes on your bike."

"One girl, you're the second. I don't really let girls on my bike."

"So I guess I'm clearly an accept-ion?" I joked.

"Of course you are, let's call this a little pay up for the time you saved me for my classes." The city was beautiful, I felt free. Felt as if cancer was gone for a slight second. I guess this was a bit different than my outings with Belle. I felt happy. I felt different knowing how he treats me compared to other people.

"This is the best outing I have ever had." I said honestly.

"We haven't even started the night princess." There he goes again; he doesn't say my name yet he calls me princess as if- Am I overthinking? Every time he says that a small blush creeps up on my cheeks and that's when I thank god that he can't see my face.

We get of the bike and I hand my helmet to Blake as he shoves it in the car seat, we walk towards a library of some sort and I raised my eyebrows confused. Blake pushes the door open revealing an aesthetically pleasing library. People taking books out, that were in rows. The orange, creamy light and beautiful drop lights over flowed. I feel Blakes hands wrapping around my own almost fitting perfectly together, I look up at him and see him pulling me towards the end of the library.

"Blake, where are we-" He presses his hands against my lips, putting his finger against his own as if signalling me to stop speaking. "Trust me." He pulls open a small door on the wall and gazes towards me smiling.

"Come on." He enters inside and I join him feeling the door close immediately. We walked down stairs and I hear some music being played. Blake continues going down before we arrive and I gasp seeing a small like club being played. People in secret booths laughing and eating. Some were dancing and some were kissing.

"Ezekiel, welcome back man." The security says as he shakes Blakes hands.

"Thanks, is my booth ready?" Blake asked, the security nods and lets us both inside. Blake holds my hands tightly as we walk into the booth sitting down. It was round and filtered so other people wouldn't see us but we would see them.

"Oh my god this is so nice. How come I've never heard of this before?"

"Because It's meant to be unheard of, only the elite of the elite know this." I chuckle seeing drinks on the table, two were vodka shots and the other was a strawberry mojito. I gasp and grab the strawberry mojito slurping onto the straw.

"So, Amira, tell me something about you." Blake asked leaning on his elbows.

"Nothing much to know,"

"What do you want to be when you're older?"

"I want to be a social worker, how about you?"

"I have no fucking idea; I'm just going with the flow right now. You know living life." He shrugged; I nod my head as he begins talking about weird things. I join in as well and out conversation was flowing perfectly. Even if our talk was complete shit, we both took it seriously. It was a care free talk.

"I mean I don't do soccer but I don't mind playing with a few of the guys."

"I hate any activity that includes running, I used to do it so easily and now I'm so lazy. I remember in physical education I used to hide in the janitor's closet. They made us run three miles in the freezing cold."

"And they complain about it not being cold, with them wearing six hundred layers of clothes." He adds onto my complaint, I laugh loudly as he joins in nodding his head.

"You have a nice dimple. It's cute." I add on to the conversation, he stops smiling almost immediately which causes me to tense at how quickly his mood changes. Here I thought I was bipolar.

"I don't do cute Amira, I do sexy."

"Is it now?"

"That's my mojo."

"You have a girlfriend?" I shot out.

"Don't do that as well." He answers.

"Why not?"

"Because to be in a relationship you have to be in love, and I don't do love."

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