It had been three days since the Jefferson incident and Alex still seemed very tense. Even though we had made up he still seemed to not trust me- which I totally understand -and he seemed to be writing even more than before.
I kept begging him to take a break, he refused to.
"The class that Thomas and I have together has an essay coming up and I have to be able to laugh in that asshole's face." He told me when I asked him why he was working so hard.
"Why do you write like you're running out of time, Alexander? You still have two weeks until that's due." I asked.
"You're right. Maybe I should take a break."
I jumped up and pulled Alexander up with me.
"Tonight we're going dancing." I told him.
He shook his head really fast and I laughed at him.
"Why not? Can you dance?" I asked him.
He looked at the ground and shook his head slowly.
"Awe, that's adorable. Well, that just means I'll have to teach you!" I told him, excitedly.
His eyes widened as if to tell me that was not happening but I was not taking no for an answer. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room.
He had a look of unsureness on his face but I just shook my head and grabbed his arms. I placed them around my waist and I placed my arms around a his neck.
"Now sway." I said.
We started moving back and forth and he looked at me questioningly.
"That's it?" He asked.
"Well, there are more advanced techniques but I'm not sure if you could handle them." I said.
"I don't think I could either." He said and I laughed.
"So, can we pleeeaassseee go out dancing tonight? I love dancing." I asked again.
"Ugh, fine." He said.
I jumped up and down excitedly.
Warning: the next chapter will most likely be very smutty