Between Us {Sabrina/You}

2

I put on my signature Gucci outfit and check myself out in the mirror.

My mom went to sleep about half an hour ago, so I turn off my bedroom light, and open the window, before climbing out stealthily.

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"Sup Perc", I greet the body guard who I have become familiar with.

"Y/n! Go right in", he smiles warmly.

I walk in and smile at the lights all around me. It is packed tonight. Somebody nudges me accidentally from behind, causing me to stumble forward into some guy.

"Yo you stupid or something', his venomous voice shrieks.

Satan... We all have nick names here, and satan is his.

I dont say a word I just look at him blankly.

"You gonna say something Gucci or are you stupid," he growls.

"I despise you, shark breath," I push past him and make my way to the bar.

"Let me get a--"

"EVERYONE! I CHALLNEGE GUCCI TO A DANCE BATTLE, RIGHT HEREE AND NOW," I hear him yelling into the microphone on center stage.

I roll my eyes.

"Damn why are you playing with me", I groan making everyone look at me.

"What Are you pussy," he smirks.

I chuckle to myself.

"Nah, bro if you wanna dance-- lets get it", I smirk as Red, the bartender, hands me a shot so I can down it before climbing on top of the stage with Satan.

"Esskitit then," he says devilishly.

The music starts playing and I let it flow through me.

After i finish Satan calls his crew up with him an I roll my eyes. Here we go..

Not bad. But we are better, I smirk as I call my buddy Espn over.

"YOU WAS FUCKING WACK! FUCK OUTTA HERE LAME ASS CREPE", Satan yelled, obviously furious that the crowd liked Espn and I alot.

"Aye back the fuck up bro," Espn stepped forward towards Satan but I grabbed the back of his shirt pulling him back. If he starts a fight he could get banned from the pit, and that would be hell for the both of us.

"Watch your back fuck head", he growls as he jumps off stage. As I make my way back to the bar with a cocky grin, a certain brunette catches my eye.

"Ms.Carpenter", her name rolls past my lips.

She looks up at me like a deer in headlights. Her mouth opens and closes as if she is trying to figure out how to approach the situation.

"That guy is such a dick--" Espn stops mid sentence and looks the brunnette in front of me up and down with this fuck boy look on his face.

"Hey wassup shawty", he bites his lip. I quirk an eyebrow as she begins to blush.

Hell no, this mans is not stealing her from me!

"Hi", she mumbles shyly.

"Hey dude thank you for dancing with me, even though you have herpes and 36 species of body lice," I smile.

He looks at me like I am an alien before I push him behind.

"Damn bitch. Strong hulk looking ass", he jokes before walking elsewhere.

" Sabrina," she says abruptly.

I look at her in confusion for a moment.

"Out of school I mean-- you can call me Sabrina," she stutters shyly.

"Well Sabrina, I did not expect to find you in a place like this," I smirk.

"Well, I could say the same for you considering you are under 21," she chuckles.

I open my mouth to speak but decide that any other words I say could get me in serious trouble. She is my teacher after all.

"Relax Y/n. This isn't school, I won't give you detention," she giggles as if she read my mind.

I smile shyly and look at the ground for a moment.

"So what you are saying, is that outside of school, you and I are just, two normal people right", I ask suggestively.

Sabrina looks at me curiously.

"Because if so, we could totally dance together right," I take the bold move and grab her hand, spinning her around making her giggle again.

"Y/n, we really shouldn't", she bites her lip sheepishly.

"Why not? Its just two normal girls, bumping and grinding," I joke as I bump her hip with my own.

She smiles with pink tinted cheeks.

"One dance, "she asks.

I smile smugly and nod.

She grabs my hand this time and pulls me closer and we vibe to the beat forgetting people around us and focusing on each other. She starts to body roll and hooks her finger into the collar of my shirt bringing out bodies flush together. My face is impossible close to hers and I can smell the alcohol on her breath. I shake my head and pull back slightly, not wanting her to regret this dance in the morning more than she already will.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I groan as we both stop dancing. Checking my phone I realize my alarm is telling me I should get home or run the risk of getting caught sneaking out.

"Gotta go," Sabrina asks almost sadly.

I nod.

"Thanks for the dance, Ms. Carpenter," I whisper the last part seductively in her ear before turning to leave the pit.