As expected Violet and I were the only ones willing to breech the premise of the dance floor. Tyler and Bailee stuck together as imagined and Winnie dragged Joel to speak to everyone imaginable. With her talkative personality, it wasn't a surprise but the way she spoke was more comparable to a campaign leader then a girlfriend. Her inner circle was filled with judgmental assholes and it felt like she had to bribe and sell them on Joel.
While we danced, I kept an eye on Sam who was slouched against a chair near the far corner. He switched from making small conversation with passersby's to looking at his wrist watch. With a tongue to his cheek, he patiently waited for us to call it quits. Sam obviously didn't want to put in any amount of effort that might put him outside his comfort zone.
"Sam," I called, cupping my hands around my mouth—"Come join us," I insisted losing my sense of rhythm in the process.
Shaking his head wildly, he stubbornly resisting the notion of joining me or having any fun tonight. There was a part of me that half hoped Sam would let loose a little and par take in some fun.
Dancing and enjoying myself with Violet was short lived. The longer I saw Sam with a depressed expression, the less appealing it became.
With a sigh, I muttered, "Fuck."
My body stood still amidst the ravers. Violet glanced at me with a perked eyebrow, questioning why our fun had suddenly stopped. Slowly her swaying slowed like a grandfather clock.
"I'm going to go entertain Sam," I groaned sounding unimpressed but I knew this wouldn't be any fun without Sam here.
Against Violet's persistence or pouting, I embarked through the sea of uncreatively dressed high schoolers thrashing to upbeat music. Using my elbows, I distanced myself from the sweaty individuals, breaking way and stepping off the designated dance floor.
Sam watched my approach with a smile across his face as he pulled together the parts of his vest, self-conscious about his bare chest. With a matching smile, I walked with a bounce heading towards him. As I met up at his table, Dawson stole my seat giving me a smirk.
"Rude," I hissed, deviating my route and leaning my back against Sam.
"Hi guys," Dawson greeted us, resting his elbows on the table and leaning in to hear us better.
Both of us gave a generic response.
Between the two of them they carried on a dull conversation for a while. Soon Sam got bored and his concentration started to drift, much like mine had.
This place had high ceilings, a dance floor, and a miniature bar that only served mock tails. Leave it to Amber to turn "Spring Halloween" into some grand party. I'd seen her several times walking around like the Queen of Turd Island, greeting all her quests as if it was an honor we could make it.
"Can we go yet?" Sam asked in a whisper, afraid of the response Dawson would give if he heard.
Contemplating, I hesitated in my response, "If you dance with me for one song, we can go as soon as it's done."
"No way." Sam's response was heard loud and clear.
"Oh come on man. She's your girl. You have to dance with her or someone else will," Dawson probed getting an illicit response.
"No way," Sam and I said in unison with sharp glares.
Dawson raised his hands in defense, "Jesus. No need to bite my head off. I'm just saying that when a girl dresses up like that and asks you to dance, you dance. Especially when she dressed up just for you." Dawson finished his sentence with a swig of his drink. By the goofy smile across his face, I assumed it had been spiked for a while.
"Especially when she looks that good in a short skirt," he breathed into his solo cup giving me an uncomfortable stare as he walked away.
After glaring daggers into Dawson's back I turned to Sam, "You know he's right, right? An ass but right about a few things." It felt gross to admit that Dawson was right about something but I did look great and this was all for Sam.
"One dance?" Sam asked after several moments of me gazing doe-eyed and hopeful.
Turning to face him, I analyzed his glance. Sam was uncomfortable and willing to do anything in order to leave early; which, including dancing to one song. Too thrilled to hide my pure excitement, I grabbed Sam by the hand and yanked him off the chair leaving it in a wobble.
"You know I have no idea what I'm doing right?" His voice was a quivering mess as he dragged his feet behind him.
"Just relax, Sam," I insisted as we both integrated within the herd of our peers.
"That is going to be pretty much impossible," he sighed.
"Just give me your hands," I directed over my shoulder.
Slowly, Sam's hands reached up grazing my hips with a light, trembling touch. Just like at the beach –many months ago- I reached over top his fingers and held onto them tightly. A smirk spread across my face, enjoying some of the torment he was under. There was something titillating about having someone under my thumb.
Together both of us started to sway slowly getting used to the pace.
"Juliette, I have no idea what I'm doing," he muttered in my ear.
"Relax, you're doing just fine." Leaning back into him.
"You know," Sam's lips grazed my ear—"This isn't too bad." I could feel his body loosen up a bit.
I snickered, "I haven't started actually dancing yet." To match my comment, my hips started to move faster to the music blasting from nearby speakers. My hands had to tighten around Sam's to keep him from letting go and running away.
Too quick of movements tent to spoke the deer.
I heard him gulp; which only drove my next moves, enjoying my favorite pastime.
My hands finally released his and traveled above my head to wrap around his neck. Giving him a small tug, I pulled him in closer, his head nestling closer to my neck then before. The two of us danced close together for more than my one promised song; which, told me Sam was enjoying this. Maybe even a bit too much when his hand started to migrate.
"Juliet we have a problem," Sam hissed, his fingers gripping even tighter than before.
"Problem?" I questioned but before I could contemplate what problem we could be having, it became rather apparent. At least as girls it wasn't as obvious when we were turned on.
"We need to go," he insisted.
I chuckled, a wide victorious smile across my face.
"Now Juliette," he urged, tugging me off the dance floor and heading towards the exit of the building, holding me very close to his chest.
He halted mid-march seeing the back exit blocked by teens pouring the rest of their flasks into their cups. Raising an eyebrow I wondered where teens even got flasks anyway. Shaking the thought out of my head I resituated my focus.
"Sam just stop for a second," I pleaded but I personally didn't understand his embarrassment but could empathy.
Instead of acting like a rational human-being, Sam pushed open the nearest door and shoved me into it following behind. Stumbling a head, I caught myself on a nearby shelf almost knocking down bleach. Hearing the door slam shut behind me, I turned around to face Sam who looked distraught even in the dark.
Ignoring the severity of the situation I had to admit there was something satisfying finally having an answer as to whether this was on Sam's mind.
"You know," I smirked taking several steps towards Sam, "We've made out in my bed and this isn't the first time I've noticed, well, you know," I said with a chuckle making a general gesture towards the crease of his jeans.
"You." Sam jumped, "Are not helping the situation," he hissed leaning his head against the door with a thud.
"Do we have to have an anatomy class? The closest is a typical rite of passage though. Prepared for 7 minutes in heaven because I'm almost positive we can make that time limit," I snickered, hovering close to Sam, enjoying the intimate moment.
"Do not tease me, Juliette." Sam's voice was hoarse and with enough emotion that it was having too strong of effect on me.
My mind whirled for a moment and the part of my brain that held reason was completely absent, "Well I have two options for you. Either we can wait it out in the closest until you've cooled down a bit and go back to the party." My hand traveled, grazing the back of his neck, my fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps.
"Or," I smirked.
"You could take me back home and I could show you something... new material that might be on the final."
Even in the dark Sam's blush was obvious.
"L-let's go," his voice was a stutter.
Tilting my head, I gave him a surprised expression. Instead of rubbing it in or making sarcastic remarks, I remained quiet on our journey to the van and even on the way to his house. There was an uneasy nervousness in the car as to be expected.
We both tip-toed into the house like deviants. All the lights were off and only a quiet murmur of a television from upstairs reached our ears. With the coast clear from any parental controls we started to head towards the basement.
"Juliette, you don't have to do anything you don't want to," Sam said pausing in front of the basement door.
It was sweet of him to consider my feelings. With my back pressed against the Mordor sign, I took a glance at him biting my lip at what I saw. His bare chest was tempting my hands and his eyes were giving me a look that wasn't letting me keep my distance any longer.
Pulling him down by his neck I kissed him the way I wanted to when we were dancing, in the closest and when we're alone. There were no slow introductions to my kiss this time. I hungrily pulled Sam in closer, our tongues intertwining and hands searching.
Actions spoke louder than words. We pulled apart breathlessly as Sam searched for the doorknob. The pair of us stumbled down the stairs desperately finding handholds on the walls, railings and each other. In some way of magnetic connectivity we found our way to the couch, crashing and sinking into it.
"A lot more comfy than my deck," I snickered. My mouth moved to the nape of his neck eliciting the reaction I wanted.
"Here's step three of the Juliette study plan."
"Step three?" He questioned.
"Also referred to as third base."