Me+You Do the Math✔️

Ch.20 *Damn it Dj*

I guess this book just hit #300 in chicklit out of every chicklit story out there. So that's pretty fucking awesome. I got that going for me.

"Smile!" I flashed my sweetest fake smile before the cameras went off.

"Why am I here?" I turned to Kris, "I can't dance, I don't have a date. This won't be fun."

She smiled to me and brushed off her pastel teal cocktail dress and winked. "You might kiss him." I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat.

I inwardly sigh, feeling my chest collapse slightly. A warm sensation spread through my lungs and I sat back in my chair with a slight smile.

I wheel myself next to her into the hallway near the gym. "Hey El!" Carolina yelled down the hallway, "How are you doing?"

"Better." I smiled. It was true. I'm not in a hospital bed anymore. So whoop whoop for me.

"That's good." Her eyes fluttered up to look at some boy. "Oh boy I'd tap that." And with that, she pranced away to go dance with said boy. By dance I mean grind.

They opened the doors to the gym and people gradually trickled in already dancing to the low playing music.

I stayed towards the outside corners of the gym where the weirdos and people who don't like being touched lingered. I was perfectly fine being alone and texting my cousin.

Both Ian and Kris tried to get me to walk a little and dance with them. They even offered to move towards me more but each off I declined.

I was fine.

That is until there was a slow song. Probably the only slow song of the night.

"Wanna dance?" Ty came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders, making me jump.

"Bitch!" I yelled, "No, I don't."

"Bitch?" He smirked, "That's the best you have?" He held out his hand, not taking no for answer.

"No," I denied his hand by crossing my arms.

He frowned slightly and something flickered in his eyes. "Please?"

"I can't."

"I'll hold you up."

"No-"

"Oh come on Ella! Just let me dance with you!"

I grinned and let him take my hand and lift me out of the wheelchair. I could still barely put pressure on that leg so I fell directly into his arms. They felt warm but his hands cold.

A compromising position.

"Is it okay if I just carry you over there?" he whispered in my ear as he held me upright. I nodded, not quite trusting my voice. He picked me up bridal style and carried me over to more people. There he placed his arms around my hips and mine around his neck.

With little to no pressure on my legs, I was able to dance. I realized I didn't want anything else all night. Just to be with him.

Who obsessed?! That's right! Me.

"Hey um, why are you nice to me?" I asked as I rested my head on his shoulder. I wanted to be able to see him, but he couldn't hold me that way.

I mean I'm sure he very well fucking could, but didn't.

Anyways... being pressed against each other wasn't half bad.

"You were nice to me. I'm repaying a service." He calmly answered not even missing a beat.

Oh...

I stopped moving and stood rigid. You're his pity case. Nothing compared to the other girls.

Shaking my head I tried to back away. I couldn't.

Reasons;
1: I can't walk.
2: His arms were still circled around my waist.

"Wait, you... I-... you-" He bit his lip when I pulled back further.

"What?" my eyes met his. He was no less than 5 inches from my face. I couldn't help but to inch closer.

"Nothing," he smirked.

I smiled at his cuteness, momentarily forgetting, "Mag whore." I couldn't help but feel there was something deeper behind that then just a little nickname.

"J'ai envie de t'embrasser," He slightly smiled back at me.

*Internally groans and stabs myself thirty-two times in the chest*

You need to refrain from doing that ever again please and thank you.

"Stop it!" I yelled and put on a pouty face, "Stop hiding behind that French."

HE SMELLS SO GOOD HOLY GOATS MY GODAMN.

"I can't help it." Then pulling me closer to him, he whispered in my ear, "It was true."

"What if you called me fat?"

His eyes, dark from the lighting danced in a smile. "I wouldn't call you fat." he laughed, "Do you know how skinny you are?"

"Then what did you say?" I challenged mirroring his familiar smirk.

He leaned in closer, his head tilting slightly. His lips pink and soft looking. I'm going to kiss him. He freed one hand from my waist and brought it up to my cheek. I'm sure my cheeks were bright red at this point. I leaned forward.

"Hello! How are all of you tonight?!" the Dj called out, interrupting the moment. I jumped back, scared. Ty caught me his face sad while everyone screamed at the top of their lungs.

Later he set me back down in my wheelchair and disappeared into the crowd again.

Damn it Dj.

Ahahahaha I'm such a fucking tease.

Sometimes I still think of the jar of caramel that I left in the hotel in Tahoe by accident. What happened to it? I wanted to so bad and I was eating it straight out of the jar. Oh how I long for you caramel....

MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm.