Spring Break Romance by Cassie Parker (bts book recommendations .txt) 📕

we were going. “Uh it’s a-a...”
“A ball room where you salsa and tango.’
“As in the dances?”
“What else would you do in ball room.”
“I’m just glad my mom made me learn those two dances.” He laughed.
“Yeah that’ll come in handy once you get in there.”
We walk in and the place is packed. The tables were pretty much full and so was the bar. The dance floor looked like a mob of amazing dancers doing The Flamingo. I wasn’t dressed any differently then most of the people but I got a few stares as Mathias and I walked to a table. The table has a white table cloth, a candle in the middle and menus in front of the chairs.
"So not the bar type." I was completely surprised.
"Well I am the bar type but I figured I'd pick out something that you could join in on too."
"How thoughtful." He smiled and I looked away. I had the feeling I would blush. I started to notice that a lot of the people there that weren't dancing were looking our way and giving odd looks. "Okay is there something I should know?"
"Why?" He seemed genuinely clueless.
"People are staring and they look shocked and kind of appalled.'
"Oh yeah. They do that to new people. And I don't usually bring people along and I know a lot of these people."
"That explanation was terrible English." He laughed.
"Well I don't know how to explain it."
"I'm guessing from what you said; you have been coming here for awhile so you know most of the normals. New people are watched to see if they should be spoken to and you never bring anyone here because you have a reputation to up hold." I smiled.
"That is pretty much right. Don't get any teeny bopper ideas."
"First of all, I wouldn't dream of it and second of all you have to be over twenty-one to get in here so guess what?"
"What?"
'I'm not a teeny bopper. Teeny boppers are thirteen, fourteen who develop the wrong ideas out of simple actions. Oh, and there's drinks being served.'
"Fine you aren't a teeny bopper and if you drink your brother will kill me."
"What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him." He rose his hands up in defeat.
"Fine you win but I am so not taking the fall."
"One more thing..."
"Does my brother know you live close by as in like two blocks away?" I knew this because I had seen his car before in a driveway close by.
"How did you know that?" He didn't seem mad or upset but he did seem interested.
"Your car is a few blocks away and I run so I've seen it before."
"Hmm...no your brother does not know and before you ask it's because he'll feel the need to alcohalize my house."
"Probably." I say as I stand up. I walk up to the bartender. "Can I get a beer and four shots of Vodka?"
"ID?" I rolled my eyes.
"It's not for me. It's for Mathias." The bartender gave me what I asked for and I walked back to the table with them in hand.
"So how did you get these without showing your ID?No one else has gotten away with it." He asked me curisouly.
"I told him they were for you." I drank two of the Vodka shots before Mathais knew what was happening.
"Um, I don't think you should do that."
"Nope but I'm going to anyway. Everyone said this stuff burned."
He looked surprised. "Then why try it?"
"I felt like it." I took the third shot and the fourth while Mathias shook his head.
"You are going to be so drunk." I stuck my tounge out at him and pulled him up.
We walked out on the dance floor just in time to do the Tango. The dance was hard to learn at first but once you've learned it it's pretty hard to forget. He just shook his head when I said that too. We danced three dances then sat down. He drank his beer as I watched the other people dance. I liked it here. It wasn't like those night clubs where everything was louder than hell and you couldn't hear anyone. Here you cold talk and dance. As I thought about this an announcment that karaoke would begin soon was made.
"Do you sing?" Mathias directed this question at me.
"Not even if I was drunk." He walked up and ordered more drinks and I drank twelve shots of Vodka. By the eighth I was pretty well drunk which is not a good thing. "Now I'm drunk." I didn't slur the words or anything but I know I am because of how giddy I feel.
"No kidding. You are definitly not a light-weight and now you are going to sing." And I do. I end up singing "In Love With the Boy" by Trisha Yearwood. It ended up being fun but my singing wasn't great but then it wasn't terrible. This place was so cool, which was pretty much the only thing I was thinking about.
Mathias walked up to the stage when I walked down. "You know you are going to have one hell of a hangover. Maybe it will teach you that drinking, not good." He put his arm around my waist for support and I was glad about it. I was starting to feel like I was going to fall over.
"Well let's just say that drinking is so not my thing." He laughed and we walked out to the car. I end up crashing on the way back home. When we pull into my drive way I am jolted awake. "Oh goody. Bed time for me."
"So that was a nap?" He asked me messing around.
"Pre-bedtime nap." I walk into the house and into my bedroom. I kick off my shoes and fall flat onto the bed. I fall asleep as soon as I hit the bed.
Third Day of Spring Break

I wake up with my dress from last night still on and my hair in a mess. My head is pounding and my eyes hurt when they look at the light. I have a hang over. I strip out of my dress and undergarments and put my robe on. I walk into the bathroom and start the water for my shower. As the shower water heats up I look over at the bathroom clock. It's 8:00 a.m. I check the water temperature and it's just right.
I'm taking off my robe when the bathroom door opens. I shove the robe back closed. It all happened rather quickly. "Sorry." It was Mathias. He stepped out of the bathroom as quickly as he had stepped in. He had looked as bad as I feel. Too bad we didn't have a lock on the door. I step put of my robe and get into the shower. I wash all the make up off of my face and wash my hair. I use a strong scented body wash to get the smell of alcohol off. When I'm done in the shower I dry off with my towel and I brush my teeth. I put my robe on and walk back to my room. I have a thing about forgetting my clothes.
I get dressed in my summer, yellow sweat pants and a black tank top. I brush out my hair and throw it into a messy bun. I walk down the stairs bare footed and head to the kitchen to get something to eat. All the boys are at the table eating. I pour myself a bowel of Lucky Charms as they talk. Mark speaks up so that everyone can hear him.
"So where were you two last night?" he said this motioning at Mathias and me.
"I went over to a friends house." I don't know why I'm lying but I didn't want my brother or Mark to get the wrong idea even if I wanted it to be the right idea. I nearly drop my bowl when that thought strikes me. I hadn't even thought of him like that before. Man, this is not good.
"And you?" Mark asks Mathias.
"Jut rode around." He sounded just as convincing as I did so I walked out of the kitchen and into my room.
As I eat my cereal and watch Benji I start to think about Mathias. I have no clue who this guy is except I might have met him when I was younger and he's my brother's friend, not to mention he is older than I am. He was probably just trying to be nice the other day since I am Mike's sister. Man this is so not good considering I've never actually had a couch that I liked for personality. I shuddered thinking about it. I hear a knock at my bedroom door and I am jolted back to Earth. "Yeah?"
Mathias walks in. "Can we talk?" He asked me wearily. I was a bit confused but I agreed. "I didn't get to do this last night." I was so confused until he reached over and kissed me. I had never been kissed so I pretty much flew backwards. "Not exactly what I expected." He looked kind of confused.
"Um...me neither." Oh my god. I cannot believe he just did that and I cannot believe I just said Oh my god inside my head, twice now.
"Yeah.." We sat there for a few minutes until I started to get twitchy.
"My brother would murder you you know?"
"I'm pretty sure I can handle myself."
What was he saying? "He's my brother. You're his friend. Not a good idea." I didn't add...even if I wanted it to be a good idea. He stood up and walked closer to me. I backed up with each step he took.
"Yeah probably not the best idea but good ideas are so boring." So that was why Mark said what he said.
"I just said that." He was still walking towards me as I backed up. I came up against the door. He walked up to me until there was barley any space left between us and he put his arms on either side of my head and put his hands on the door. He had stopped talking and so had I. "You are in my bubble." That was all I could get out until he kissed me AGAIN. I was so confused about what I should do but before I could stop myself I was kissing him too.
He moved his hands to my face extinguishing the space that was separating us. My hair fell out of it's bun. He moves his hands down to the hem of my shirt and pulls me backwards towards my bed. Before I fall backwards I put my hands on his chest to stop him. There's a knock on the door so I push Mathias backwards and fix my facial features, then