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I'll Show You How I Swing
Chapter Three: I'll Show You How I Swing!
Some Part of This Chapter Goes Along With a Song.
If you’d like to read that part and listen to the song whilst reading said part, then go to and search, in Music, for ‘Electro Tango- Allstate51’. It’s the first one there. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know I enjoyed writing it.
I finally caught up with him, but he hadn’t turned around once to see whom it was chasing after him.
“Ryan!” I said, slightly winded. He continued to walk, but I noticed that his fists clenched even tighter.
“Ryan, please! It’s not what—“
“It’s not what I thought it was?” He stopped suddenly, looking down. He mumbled out the words, and his back was tensed up.
“Yes! Look, Taylor was just helping me learn the—“
“I saw that.”
“But it wasn’t because… well, you know, it wasn’t what you thought. I swear.” I pleaded with him. He hadn’t once looked up at me.
“You know Chad, I thought it hurt for me to know you didn’t want to learn the tango from me, but I was wrong. Seeing you let someone else teach you it hurt even more.”
He stepped away, and because we were right in front of the door, he slipped out of the school and walked down the stairs. I quickly followed.
“But… It’s… I—“
“Stop trying to make excuses, Danforth. You liked Taylor enough to dance the tango with her. I get it. Now get away from me.”
I felt his words stab at me, and I tried to spin him around by his shoulder.
“Ryan, please…”
“No,” He said firmly, shrugging off my hand. “Stop playing games with me. If you don’t like me, I completely understand. But don’t use me. I know when something is hopeless wishing for.”
I stopped. I didn’t exactly know what to say to that. It hurt me that he didn’t trust me, but then again, I didn’t do much to ever earn his trust.
He was walking away when I opened my mouth again.
“Ryan,” I called. He stopped walking, but didn’t turn around.
“What if I asked you to be my date for tomorrow?” I asked quietly, so quietly that I wondered if he even heard me.
Apparently he did; he scoffed, shook his head, and walked on.
That time, I let him go. He had his shot at me; he deserved it. Now, because of his indefinite answer, he could either come to the dance, which would surprise the hell out of me, or he could leave me hanging. Either way he got to have some power over me.
Then, of course, there was another option he could take, but I didn’t really like that one as much.
He could always find someone else to go to the Formal with.
I wiped the tears off of my face and buried my head into my pillow.
“Hey, Drama Queen.”
“Sharpay, I’m not in the mood right now.”
She sighed, and I felt the bed dip slightly as she sat down next to me.
“Listen, Ry… I’m really sorry, but I wanted him to know and make a move already!”
“Well, you got your wish,” I sniffed.
“Huh? How?” I told her about what happened.
“And I’m positive he asked because he felt guilty!” I hiccupped. She hugged me and patted my back.
“Well then, you know what? We have to make him jealous!” She said excitedly.
“How?”
“Hold on, I’ll call the girls!” She squealed excitedly. All I could do was sigh quietly as I heard her enthusiastically invite Gabriella and… much to my displeasure, Taylor over.
“Okay girls, you know the sitch,” Sharpay told Gab and Taylor. We were all sitting on my bed in a circle.
“But even though Chad wasn’t really dancing with me because he likes me?” Taylor faced me. “I’m being honest, Ryan! Chad only asked me to teach him the tango because… well, actually, I don’t know why.”
I frowned. She seemed to be telling me the truth.
“Maybe to give me a hint to bug off.”
“But then he asked you out to the Formal!” Gabriella pointed out.
“Because maybe he felt guilty for being so cruel?” I asked quietly.
Gabriella frowned and shook her head, but said nothing else.
“Anyway,” Sharpay sighed, “there has to be a way to give Chad a bit of a reprimand.”
“But he didn’t mean it!” Taylor argued.
“Still,” Sharpay said, beginning to get frustrated.
“Look guys, I don’t think any of this is necessary.” Only Gabriella listened to me.
“Oh, it is necessary Ryan. Very.”
I shook my head but said nothing.
“Wait,” I started. I looked at Taylor. “How did you know how to tango?”
She furrowed her eyebrows. “Well, because I took dance lessons ever since I’ve been in first grade.”
Something in my mind flashed.
“What the hell?” I whispered to no one at all.
Sharpay seemed to sense something too. “Oh my god!”
“What?” Both Gabs and Taylor asked in unison.
“Ryan! He—and Chad!”
“Um… what?” Gabriella asked hesitantly, cocking her head to the side.
“Can I tell them?” Sharpay asked me desperately. I nodded mutely, still rolling it over in my mind.
“You know how Chad learned how to dance all of a sudden?” She began excitedly. Both of the girls nodded slowly.
“Guess who taught him?”
They both looked confused for a moment, before realization dawned in their eyes and they snapped their heads over to look at me.
“You?” Gabriella gasped out, covering her mouth.
“Yeah, but why would he ask me to help him if you knew how to dance?” I asked Taylor.
“Because he likes you!” All of them squealed out excitedly, bouncing up and down and giggling madly. I rolled my eyes.
“He liked you before he even realized he liked you!” Gabriella squeaked. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“That doesn’t even make any sense, Gabs.”
“Yes it does!” Sharpay argued, grinning from ear to ear.
“So… he liked me, even back then?” I asked no one in particular, looking up at my ceiling poster of Orlando Bloom.
“Yes!” They all said simultaneously-again.
That was unbelievable.
“Okay… so if I believed you…” they waited with bated breath. “What should we do about it?”
They looked mischievous as they stared at each other.
“First, Sharpay said, “We have to go shopping.”
Hundreds of dollars, four banana-strawberry smoothies, and five hours later, we all trampled back into my room, bags upon bags in our grips.
“I’m actually kind of… excited about tomorrow,” I said with a grin. They all laughed at me and we went over the game plan for what we’d do at the Formal.
Troy stood next to me, wearing his tux like he was one of those mannequins. I, however, fidgeted every two or three seconds and readjusted my silver tie over and over again.
Finally, as I rearranged the tie for the thousandth time, Troy slapped away my hands and sighed.
“Would you calm down, man? He’ll be here,”
That was easy for him to say. He had Gabriella.
Speaking of Gabriella, I hadn’t seen her, or Taylor for that matter, since last night. Wonder what was up.
Troy either didn’t know a thing about it, or was keeping something back from me, because when I asked, he gave a noncommittal shrug and looked the other way. That was how he looked when he hid something from me, or when he honestly didn’t know and was kind of embarrassed about it.
“How do you know?” I asked, fretting as I looked around. Everyone who was here was dancing to Chris Brown’s ‘Wall to Wall’ or just sitting at tables chatting.
“I don’t,” He shrugged, and looked off to the side. I wanted to whack what little brains he had out of his head. Did he or did he not know?
“Hey look, there’s the girls,” Troy piped up nervously, and I looked over to where he was pointing.
Sure enough, there was Taylor with Gabriella, both of them dressed beautifully. Taylor chose to wear a flowing, thigh-length and form-fitting black dress, and had her hair straightened and pulled to the side. Gabriella opted for a light tan cocktail-style dress that was made of something that looked like silk. Her short black hair was curled, and tied back from her face with a dark brown bow.
For some reason, Sharpay was next to them, dressed in a bold pink dress that touched the floor-just barely. She was laughing at something Gabriella said, and Taylor smiled and turned to look at someone.
My heart stopped beating for what seemed like forever.
There he was, dressed in lavish clothing.
He wore a pair of pinstriped black pants (the pinstripes were the same blue as his shocking eyes), along with a matching dress coat. Underneath the coat was a formal button-down, the same blue as the blue in his outfit. For once, there was nothing on top of his head, but his hair was spiked up in all directions. Something flashy caught my eye…
Oh my God.
He had a silver stud in his left ear! One of the girls must’ve blabbed and told Ryan that I always thought he’d look incredible with a silver ear piercing.
I was right, though… he looked unbelievable. There was no proper word to describe how amazing he looked tonight.
He was smirking as the girls laughed, and his half-lidded eyes dragged slowly, ever so slowly up, until they met mine. The smirk never wiped off his face, and he held my stare. I was pretty sure my mouth was wide open, and I think Troy was snapping his fingers in my face, but I was useless. I felt like a human vegetable.
“Dude, snap out of it!” Troy hissed, and punched me in the shoulder. That made me snap my jaw shut, and I glared at him as I rubbed my shoulder blade.
“Sorry, you were kind of getting weird. I think you almost started drooling.” He wrinkled his nose and I rolled my eyes.
“What’s your girlfriend doing with him?” I asked, nodding my head towards the small party of four. He shrugged.
“I don’t know, but I don’t have anything to worry about; Ry’s gay.” He grinned triumphantly, and I huffed, folding my arms across my chest.
“Of course I’ll dance with you!” Taylor practically yelled out, and Ryan laughed, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.
“You remember what you have to do, right?” Taylor mumbled quietly as we walked over to where everyone was dancing. I nodded subtly, and danced exactly how we all planned.
“Is he looking?” I whispered from the corner of my mouth. She looked around, and pretended to look at others as she nodded.
“Definitely.”
“Hey, let us join!” Gabriella shouted loud enough for Chad to hear. Sharpay nodded and pouted as well. Taylor made a little scene about fighting over who would dance with me, until I said,
“Come on now, girls, you can all dance with me.”
I smirked as they all tried to hide their giggles.
“Damn, Gabs is a great dancer,” Troy wolf-whistled to himself, licking his lips as his eyes never left his girlfriend’s form.
I didn’t even notice Gabriella, or Sharpay, or Taylor. I only had eyes for him.
His hips ground into the air, and his body swayed like he was in pure bliss. His eyes were shut, and his head was bent back. I swear, some of the things he did should’ve been banned from everything else except for things in the bedroom.
That thought made my head spin, my mouth water and my blood boil. I gulped, trying to control myself.
The song ended just as soon as it began, and the girls dragged Ryan over to Troy and I.
“Oh my god, Ryan, you’re an amazing dancer!” Gabriella giggled. Sharpay and Taylor nodded enthusiastically.
“Thanks, I guess,” Ryan said smugly, grinning from ear to ear.
“I’ll be right back, Ry,” Sharpay called, and ran off somewhere.
“Hey Troy, Chad,” Gabriella greeted, smiling radiantly. Taylor grinned at the two of us.
“Gabs, you look great,” Troy muttered, taking her hand and spinning her to him. She blushed, and smiled up at him.
“You look great too.”
Taylor rolled her eyes and focused on me.
“Hey Chad, could you keep Ryan entertained while I go talk to someone?”
Before I could either say yes or argue with her, Taylor practically threw Ryan into me as she ran off. I quickly caught him this time, making sure not to drop him. He smirked up at me, and said,
“Please don’t give me a concussion this time.”
I laughed nervously at him, and helped him into an upright position.
“Want to dance?” I asked, trying not to stutter. He shrugged, and said,
“Sure, just as long as you don’t leave me when you decide things get too intense.”
I saw the challenge in his icy eyes before he finished his sentence, and at the word ‘intense’ I felt myself begin to feel dizzy. He paused to take off his jacket and slipped mine off, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt my Adam’s apple bob as I swallowed down fear. Wordlessly, I led him to the floor.
Before, something by Rihanna was playing, but almost as soon as our shoes touched the wood of the dance floor, the music stopped and changed. It sounded like a remix of a tango.
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My eyes widened and I tried to back away.
“I-I can’t!”
Ryan’s hand tightened on my bicep kept me next to him. His eyes looked hard into my own, and he appeared suddenly serious.
“Do this for me,”
I sighed, and my resolve hardened. Wiping any emotions off of my face, I turned us to the dance floor. He smirked triumphantly, and let me lead the two of us.
We started taking slow, long steps, pausing in between, and we stared determinedly into each other’s eyes, never looking away. Because the song was a somewhat upbeat mix, I had to keep our pace slightly quickened.
I twisted us around and dipped him, pausing to look into his eyes and smirk. He caught his breath and grinned back.
I seemed to lift him back up in slow motion, and all of the motions of the rhythmic dance seemed mechanical. I could remember forcing him away from me and back to me, in time with the powerful pulses of the music, and he watched me with half lidded eyes as he struggled to keep in time with me without looking away from me.
I didn’t know how amazing he was at the tango until I handed him the ticket to be the ringmaster of our steps. I was literally awed to being breathless as he kept in time with the music perfectly. I felt my heart jump in my chest, and then he pulled me so very closely to him, so that our chests were perfectly aligned, and rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath grazing the sensitive skin on my neck.
I moaned as I felt him place a kiss on my racing pulse point. As quickly as his lips were there, they were gone, and he urged me to move with him. I felt like a limp noodle; my legs obeyed his though, and I followed his step.
I was forced to turn around, and he led me like that, with my back against his chest. He held one of my hands down by my waist, and the other was pointed back, so he could kiss the knuckles of my other hand. Then he twisted me back around, and kept us in one spot as he molded himself into another part of the dance.
He bent his knees up and down, slowly letting himself fall lower and lower, but then dragging his body back up again.
He stopped when his eyes were aligned with my chest, and he looked up at me with molten chocolate eyes.
His one leg came in between mine, and nudged one leg so that I fell backwards into his waiting arms.
We stated poised in that position, him kneeling as he held onto my vulnerable form, for a few moments, until he raced us back up, and I gasped out as his one hand traveled my spine, playing me like a harp.
His hand stopped in the middle of my back, held on, and dipped me down, my hair brushing against the ground as the final beats of the music played.
He held me there, as the people in the Formal dance remained silent for moments on end, until clapping began to break out.
Everyone went crazy as one, cheering, whistling and whooping. Chad looked down at me with an embarrassed smile, and helped me slowly up.
I still was trying to calm my breathing down enough to say something, and while I tried to manage that, Chad walked us over to the waiting group.
“You guys were great!” Gabriella yelled eagerly above all of the noise. Troy and Sharpay nodded wordlessly, twin smiles on their faces. Taylor laughed at me when she saw how flustered I looked.
“Told you he was a good dancer,”
I rolled my eyes, and Chad ushered me outside, away from everyone else so it was just the two of us (with the exception of some couples making out around us).
“But there’s one thing I don’t understand, Chad,” I asked suddenly, and he looked at me, or tried to. He was barely able to look me in the eye.
I cocked my head to the side.
“Why, when you knew Taylor could dance, did you ask me to help you?”
He bit his lip, and looked away.
“I don’t know, maybe I wanted to learn from you instead?”
“Aw, how sweet,” I teased, trying not to laugh. He snorted at me.
“Go ahead and laugh if you have to.”
I bent my head back and chuckled heavily, and because I was already pretty woozy from dancing so intensely, the laughing made me even dizzier. I felt myself fall back, but a pair of arms wrapped around my middle. Opening my eyes slowly, I smiled up at him. He grinned down at me.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,”
He snapped me back up into his chest, just like before in the tango, and held me tight to him.
“From what I remembered, you liked it when I did this,” He said, his voice like velvet as he huskily glanced at me. He nuzzled his nose into my heated neck, and I felt him drop several feather-light kisses along my collarbone. I sighed out and tried not to groan.
My fingers tightened into his shirt, urging him on.
He stopped, and I opened my eyes questioningly.
“Can I…” He trailed off, his breath ghosting my lips. I pulled him closer to me, and stood on tiptoes as I kissed him.
I struggled to get impossibly closer to him, sighing when I felt his tongue graze my lips, and as we parted, breathless, he grinned down at me. He fiddled with my new ear piercing with his thumb and index finger, making sure not to be too rough with the still-irritated skin.
“Nice piercing by the way. Taylor told you, right?” I nodded, and he smirked, licking the lobe of my sensitive ear. I sighed in ecstasy but grabbed his chin. He bowed his head down to my level and raised an eyebrow at me in question.
“I should tango with you more often,” I said suggestively, and he chuckled as he swooped down to kiss me again.