Kidnapped

Chapter 3

The music thrummed in my blood, pounding in my ears and vibrating the floor slightly, and the lights created strange, hypnotic patterns on the floor, but I wasn't paying attention to any of it. I was busy sitting in the corner like a loner, watching the crowd dance like mad to the music and making sure everything was under control.

Who am I kidding? Any party of Marcy's was out of control. Let's just say I was making sure that things didn't 'go over the cliff' crazy.

The crowd was going nuts. I could tell Wyatt, Jake's friend, was having a hard time trying to break up a minor disagreement while playing rave music at the same time, but he was managing. Now that takes talent.

I hadn't seen Marcy for awhile, though I'd had plenty of queries as to where she was by some of the partiers. Why they wanted to see her though, I had no idea whatsoever. She was probably 'busy' with some sort of problem or another.

The party turned out to be pretty boring. Well, at least to the girl who was sitting in the corner, with almost nothing to do. Until now, at least.

"Hey, babe," A voice said loudly over the music. As I turned to face it, a thought managed to race through my mind: Who says 'babe' as a hookup line? "What'cha doing, standing on the sidelines? How 'bout a little whirl on the floor?"

A pair of green-blue eyes accompanied by a head of thick, dark blond hair was staring at me, a loopy smile on his lips as if someone had drawn the grin in a hurry. "Excuse me?" I asked, gazing steadily at the boy, who was taller than me, so I had to look up. "Are you talking to me?"

He grinned, his eyes sparkling in the colored lights. He's cute, I realized. "Yeah," He answered. "Are you gonna answer?"

I had a feeling this guy wanted a little bit more than just a dance. Despite him being cute, I wasn't interested. I hadn't had any relationship nor any feelings toward any male since first grade, when I kissed a boy on the playground. Anyways, there was no way that I was going to 'dance' with this guy.

"Sorry, but--" I started, but a head of golden hair and a bright blue dress whirlwind interrupted me, cutting me off.

"Of course she'd like to dance!" Marcy exclaimed, pushing me towards the blondie.

"Great time to show up, Marcy," I muttered, but she intentionally ignored me.

"Now, this is a wonderful song, and you two look like you're ready to get out there and make it yours!"

Uh, how about, NOT.

"You looked a little lonely, dearie, and what better cure than to spend a song with this wonderful young man?" Marcy directed her words at me this time, all the while keeping her innocent smile plastered on her face. "Now, off you go!" She shoved me into the guy, who took the chance to pull me out onto the floor.

I shot Marcy a death glare as she snickered while I was dragged away, with a smug look on her face. I will kill you when this is over, I mouthed, but she was too busy laughing at her own devious cunning to hook me up.

Suddenly, I realized that I was in the middle of the floor, and the blondie was looking at me expectantly. I stood, trying to understand what he wanted, and then I realized that I was supposed to dance. I guess that's what you do on a dance floor.

Honestly, though, I really had no idea how to do so, anyways. I mean, I'd danced to music in my room before, jumping around and acting like a total idiot, but dancing in public? Absolutely not. But I couldn't tell the blondie that.

I tried to sway my hips to the beat, and epically failed at first. Trying again, I let the music pound in my blood, and somehow managed to actually move to the tune. Finally, with one last try, I let the music overcome me, and I started dancing. Like, legit dancing. Personally, I thought I was pretty darn good.