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Authors: Hailey Abbott
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really began to pulsate, she immediately picked up her pace. Dancing just made her body feel free.
In fact, Ella was so caught up in the fluid motion of the crowd that she hardly noticed when George and Cara drifted up to the edge of the makeshift dance floor. Her seductive moves were creating a lot of commotion around her. Practically every guy was coming up to Ella one by one, as if they’d all taken a number at the deli, dancing so close that they were almost touching her. Ella exchanged glances with Beth, and asked with her expression what she thought of each guy. Either Beth shook her head, or smirked and rolled her eyes, or missed it altogether because she was so busy watching George and Cara.
A hand tapped Ella on the shoulder. When she turned around, she was looking at a tall, blond guy, very hunky, with bright blue eyes that were focused only on her.
“Can I buy you another one of those?” he said, pointing at her glass, which only had a small splash of Jack and Coke lingering at the bottom.
He was perfect—just a little bit yuppie in his khaki pants and polo shirt, just a little bit rebel with his gelled hair and devilish grin. He was just what Ella had ordered.
“Definitely,” she said, with a sassy twist of her lips.
Ella could feel the knot in her stomach untying and her body filling with relief. She was in control of herself again. She only glanced at Kelsi and Peter once as she followed Perfect Guy to thebar. Kelsi had her hands on Peter’s knees, and Peter’s fingers twirled her short, flat hair.
Ella didn’t care anymore. She really didn’t.
There was a new boy in town.
They burst out of Ahoy at 11:30, drenched in so much party sweat, it looked as if they’d been hosed down by the local fire department. They’d missed the fireworks, but nobody seemed to care.
Ella linked her arm through Beth’s for the hot, three-block walk back to the car. Perfect Guy, whose real name was Brad, had asked for her number, and she’d happily given it to him. She felt triumphant and giddy as the group made their way down the cobblestone street.
When they finally arrived at the car, everyone piled in like a bunch of circus clowns. George was driving, so Cara sat shotgun. Ella could have found another place to sit, but she plunked down on top of Peter’s lap, even though Kelsi was sitting right next to him. Sure, she was over him. Definitely over him. But still, there was nothing more satisfying to Ella than watching her older sister squirm a bit.
It was quiet on the way back. Everyone was exhausted from dancing, so each of them seemed to fall into their own little worlds. In the dark, Ella could feel the warmth of Peter’s legs under hers. For a brief moment, she tried to imagine what it would be like if she was really his girlfriend, and she was sitting on his lap back at his place.
Ella’s little fantasy was cut short when the plastic part of oneof the seatbelts kept brushing against her. She shifted and for a second it was gone, and then back again. How annoying. She looked down at her short pink cotton skirt, and realized that the plastic part of the seatbelt was actually Peter’s thumb pressed lightly against the side of her right thigh.
Uh, what the hell is going on? screamed a voice inside Ella’s head.
Clearly, he didn’t know what he was doing. He had had some drinks at the bar and his judgment had obviously been severely affected. That was the only rational explanation for this, right? Ella thought frantically. Or perhaps this is what Peter had been wanting to do all along?
Ella felt her ears start to burn. She wondered if her skin was as hot as it suddenly felt, and if he could feel her body heat smoldering through his jeans. She was embarrassed that he might. How could he not? She tried to remember the Ella of a few minutes ago, who’d taken charge of her life, and forget that his hand was anywhere near her thigh.
She stole a glance to her left. Kelsi had nodded off to sleep, her
In fact, Ella was so caught up in the fluid motion of the crowd that she hardly noticed when George and Cara drifted up to the edge of the makeshift dance floor. Her seductive moves were creating a lot of commotion around her. Practically every guy was coming up to Ella one by one, as if they’d all taken a number at the deli, dancing so close that they were almost touching her. Ella exchanged glances with Beth, and asked with her expression what she thought of each guy. Either Beth shook her head, or smirked and rolled her eyes, or missed it altogether because she was so busy watching George and Cara.
A hand tapped Ella on the shoulder. When she turned around, she was looking at a tall, blond guy, very hunky, with bright blue eyes that were focused only on her.
“Can I buy you another one of those?” he said, pointing at her glass, which only had a small splash of Jack and Coke lingering at the bottom.
He was perfect—just a little bit yuppie in his khaki pants and polo shirt, just a little bit rebel with his gelled hair and devilish grin. He was just what Ella had ordered.
“Definitely,” she said, with a sassy twist of her lips.
Ella could feel the knot in her stomach untying and her body filling with relief. She was in control of herself again. She only glanced at Kelsi and Peter once as she followed Perfect Guy to thebar. Kelsi had her hands on Peter’s knees, and Peter’s fingers twirled her short, flat hair.
Ella didn’t care anymore. She really didn’t.
There was a new boy in town.
They burst out of Ahoy at 11:30, drenched in so much party sweat, it looked as if they’d been hosed down by the local fire department. They’d missed the fireworks, but nobody seemed to care.
Ella linked her arm through Beth’s for the hot, three-block walk back to the car. Perfect Guy, whose real name was Brad, had asked for her number, and she’d happily given it to him. She felt triumphant and giddy as the group made their way down the cobblestone street.
When they finally arrived at the car, everyone piled in like a bunch of circus clowns. George was driving, so Cara sat shotgun. Ella could have found another place to sit, but she plunked down on top of Peter’s lap, even though Kelsi was sitting right next to him. Sure, she was over him. Definitely over him. But still, there was nothing more satisfying to Ella than watching her older sister squirm a bit.
It was quiet on the way back. Everyone was exhausted from dancing, so each of them seemed to fall into their own little worlds. In the dark, Ella could feel the warmth of Peter’s legs under hers. For a brief moment, she tried to imagine what it would be like if she was really his girlfriend, and she was sitting on his lap back at his place.
Ella’s little fantasy was cut short when the plastic part of oneof the seatbelts kept brushing against her. She shifted and for a second it was gone, and then back again. How annoying. She looked down at her short pink cotton skirt, and realized that the plastic part of the seatbelt was actually Peter’s thumb pressed lightly against the side of her right thigh.
Uh, what the hell is going on? screamed a voice inside Ella’s head.
Clearly, he didn’t know what he was doing. He had had some drinks at the bar and his judgment had obviously been severely affected. That was the only rational explanation for this, right? Ella thought frantically. Or perhaps this is what Peter had been wanting to do all along?
Ella felt her ears start to burn. She wondered if her skin was as hot as it suddenly felt, and if he could feel her body heat smoldering through his jeans. She was embarrassed that he might. How could he not? She tried to remember the Ella of a few minutes ago, who’d taken charge of her life, and forget that his hand was anywhere near her thigh.
She stole a glance to her left. Kelsi had nodded off to sleep, her
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