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Authors: Rachel Hawthorne
Tags: Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, New Experience, Dating & Sex, Adolescence, Dating (Social Customs), Cruise Ships, Caribbean Area
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around so he was on the other side of me. I was sandwiched in between him and Cameron.
"Where are you from?" Michael asked.
I was beginning to think that all relationships began with that question. "Dallas."
"Oklahoma."
So these guys obviously had known one another before they came onboard the ship.
"So you and Brooke are friends?" Cameron asked.
"Actually we met this afternoon."
"So who are you on the cruise with?" Michael asked.
Admitting I was here with my mom sounded so lame….
"I'm by myself."
"Really?"
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"My graduation gift."
"From college?" Cameron asked.
I laughed—torn between offering the truth and another lie. I went with the truth. "High school."
"You look older than that," Cameron said.
"I'm old enough."
With a grin that made me think I'd moved into the vixen category, he took my hand. "Let's dance."
And that's how I ended up in the middle of the colored lights on the dance floor. Bumping and grinding.
Having a blast.
Cameron's moves included quickly jabbing his fists at the floor, then at the ceiling. A quick spin. Jab down. Jab up. Spin. But he was obviously having fun with it, and I enjoyed dancing with him…. Until I spotted Ryan.
The red light moved over him, darkness; the blue light, darkness; the green light, darkness.
And the cycle started again.
Each passing light revealed him dancing with a girl in a way that would have a teacher up in arms, rushing across the dance floor, ruler in hand. Close. Sensual. Hot.
Not at all like the way he'd danced with me last night. It was obvious that if this girl went to his cabin, they were going to do a lot more than sleep.
"What's wrong?" someone shouted in my ear.
The someone was Cameron, his brow deeply furrowed. Only then did I realize that I was standing there like an idiot. The music thankfully stopped.
"I like to wind down before the song ends," I said.
He nodded like I was a genius. "Cool!"
Then Michael was standing beside us. "My turn," he announced.
I'd never been so popular, and it was a heady feeling. Two guys were interested in me. I would have thought they'd be fighting over Brooke, the vixen.
Maybe my flirting style was better than I thought it was.
The drumbeat lead into the next song, and Michael and I were…well, I was dancing. I wasn't quite sure what Michael was doing. He was all arms and legs, punching the air, kicking, and spinning around.
It didn't help that my gaze fell on Ryan who was still dancing close to his—whatever she was—looking in my direction, and obviously fighting to hold back his laughter.
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Still, I admired Michael's enthusiasm, and while I didn't quite match it, I didn't think I danced too badly.
Michael seemed to think sticking his tongue out added to his charisma as he rolled his shoulders toward me.
It occurred to me that maybe, like Brooke, he had a pierced tongue, and was trying to make sure that I knew it. But in the fluctuating gloom of the club, a pierced tongue wasn't readily visible unless the stud came with a blinking light.
When the song ended, I patted Michael's shoulder and decided that his enthusiasm needed to be spread around.
"Thanks. That was fun. I bet Brooke would enjoy dancing with you."
"I doubt it. She and David took off to her cabin."
Whoa! That quickly? One dance and she was inviting the guy to her cabin?
So it wasn't that two guys were fighting over me because I was such a spectacular babe. It was because I was the only babe.
I was a little bummed that she hadn't even said good-bye. Truthfully I resented it a little because we'd agreed to come here together, and then she'd taken off with the first eligible guy to come around. My excitement over the evening deflated like a pinpricked balloon.
Michael and I walked back to the table
"Where are you from?" Michael asked.
I was beginning to think that all relationships began with that question. "Dallas."
"Oklahoma."
So these guys obviously had known one another before they came onboard the ship.
"So you and Brooke are friends?" Cameron asked.
"Actually we met this afternoon."
"So who are you on the cruise with?" Michael asked.
Admitting I was here with my mom sounded so lame….
"I'm by myself."
"Really?"
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"My graduation gift."
"From college?" Cameron asked.
I laughed—torn between offering the truth and another lie. I went with the truth. "High school."
"You look older than that," Cameron said.
"I'm old enough."
With a grin that made me think I'd moved into the vixen category, he took my hand. "Let's dance."
And that's how I ended up in the middle of the colored lights on the dance floor. Bumping and grinding.
Having a blast.
Cameron's moves included quickly jabbing his fists at the floor, then at the ceiling. A quick spin. Jab down. Jab up. Spin. But he was obviously having fun with it, and I enjoyed dancing with him…. Until I spotted Ryan.
The red light moved over him, darkness; the blue light, darkness; the green light, darkness.
And the cycle started again.
Each passing light revealed him dancing with a girl in a way that would have a teacher up in arms, rushing across the dance floor, ruler in hand. Close. Sensual. Hot.
Not at all like the way he'd danced with me last night. It was obvious that if this girl went to his cabin, they were going to do a lot more than sleep.
"What's wrong?" someone shouted in my ear.
The someone was Cameron, his brow deeply furrowed. Only then did I realize that I was standing there like an idiot. The music thankfully stopped.
"I like to wind down before the song ends," I said.
He nodded like I was a genius. "Cool!"
Then Michael was standing beside us. "My turn," he announced.
I'd never been so popular, and it was a heady feeling. Two guys were interested in me. I would have thought they'd be fighting over Brooke, the vixen.
Maybe my flirting style was better than I thought it was.
The drumbeat lead into the next song, and Michael and I were…well, I was dancing. I wasn't quite sure what Michael was doing. He was all arms and legs, punching the air, kicking, and spinning around.
It didn't help that my gaze fell on Ryan who was still dancing close to his—whatever she was—looking in my direction, and obviously fighting to hold back his laughter.
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Still, I admired Michael's enthusiasm, and while I didn't quite match it, I didn't think I danced too badly.
Michael seemed to think sticking his tongue out added to his charisma as he rolled his shoulders toward me.
It occurred to me that maybe, like Brooke, he had a pierced tongue, and was trying to make sure that I knew it. But in the fluctuating gloom of the club, a pierced tongue wasn't readily visible unless the stud came with a blinking light.
When the song ended, I patted Michael's shoulder and decided that his enthusiasm needed to be spread around.
"Thanks. That was fun. I bet Brooke would enjoy dancing with you."
"I doubt it. She and David took off to her cabin."
Whoa! That quickly? One dance and she was inviting the guy to her cabin?
So it wasn't that two guys were fighting over me because I was such a spectacular babe. It was because I was the only babe.
I was a little bummed that she hadn't even said good-bye. Truthfully I resented it a little because we'd agreed to come here together, and then she'd taken off with the first eligible guy to come around. My excitement over the evening deflated like a pinpricked balloon.
Michael and I walked back to the table
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