SoccerKing04? (BXB) (Watty Awards 2012)

DOSE: Aqui Vamos

AHHH, this one is another cliff hanger teehee

Don't shoot or i wont be able to write more :P

ENJOY!

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Miles4Espanol's P.O.V

I looked into the window of the building and frowned, straightening my black button up shirt.

“Dude, if I was gay...” Kent grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and looking me over. I lifted my eyebrows at him.

“You would what?” I teased, he whistled, then laughed and went through the doors into the gym. I looked back at my reflection. Black button up, black pants, white silk bow-tie, white silk waistcoat. The bow-tie belonged to my dad and I wore it proudly. I bit my lip, would it be enough to seduce Quinton though?

I decided it was worth a shot, so I turned and went through the double doors.

Music was blasting and laser lights were flashing around everywhere. Balloons hung from everything and ribbons were draping down from the rafters. Tables lined the outside while students danced in the middle to the music of the DJ coming from the big speakers either side of the stage, the man himself stood behind a big desk in the middle of it with lights on him, and the crowd.

I did a quick flash of the room and grinned. Quinton was standing off to the side by himself. He looked good in black pants and a dark blue shirt with a black bow-tie. But he looked miserable, he had mentioned how he hated crowds, I was hoping to change that.

His best friend was on the dance floor with the girl I had seen him with recently, they were dancing and laughing. I spotted Kent, already mingling with women across the scene.

Teachers lined the walls, dressed in olden styles suits and dresses. They watched the teenagers with half closed eyes and scepticism.

If only they knew.

I stepped into the scene and placed my hands in my pockets, letting my waistcoat pull back in the middle. No one had noticed me yet, which I was thankful for, it meant they would be less suspicious.

“Looking fine,” came a familiar sly voice, I turned to see Sam dressed in a silky red dress that made her look like a model.

“Looking hot,” came the other one, Jewel, from my other side. Glancing behind me she appeared in my line of vision, wearing a floozy black and purple dress, and on her feet were black converses.

“Heels are for wimps,” she said, noticing me noticing. They both hooked their arms around mine and led me towards the dance floor, weaving through the crowd.

“You owe us a dance for saving your life,” Sam ordered me, I was not sure what to say.

“And if you don't...” Jewel warned me, grinning evilly. I gulped and looked around for something to grab onto.

“Okay, one dance,” I nodded, agreeing. They both giggled and pulled me into the crowd.

“You know, you're free to date who you want, but you belong to me,” Sam purred at me.

“Us!” Jewel hissed, punching Sam in the arm.

“Right, us,” Sam laughed, rubbing her arm and glaring at Jewel.