Page 107 of Greased

Nicky steps up to the front of the stage, plucking the strings of the guitar. It takes me a moment to catch onto what song they are going to play but when I do, I smile before backing up into a hard body. I already know it's Wyatt just by the feel of his hands.

“She said “He’s so sweet, I wanna lick the wrapper.”Dawson sings low into the microphone.

I grind back into Wyatt’s body, running my hands up my body.

We jump around during the chorus but slow it down during the verses, grinding our bodies together. Wyatt grips my waist tight, bringing his face close to mine.

“Those boys are going to fucking murder me.”

I turn my back on Wyatt, still moving my body as I look up at each of the boys. Dawson looks ready to storm off the stage, rage fuelling his body. Pike, Nicky and Sonny are standing stock still watching me as they play but it's impossible for them to hide the heat that escapes through the rage. I chuckle to myself as the song starts to fade.

“Won’t you get on your knees?”Dawson whispers into the microphone. I hold his eye, winking at the exact moment he sings the last word.

He stiffens as his eyes heat.

The entire club cheers and claps as their set ends. I turn whispering to the girls that I need to pee. They nod their heads as they head back to the couch. I grab Wyatt before he leaves, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear.

He chuckles, “You better visit my grave site every day. I expect fresh flowers.”

My eyes didn’t leave Scarlett once during our entire set. Not only because of how delectable she looked as she swayed to our music but because my eyes couldn’t leave each place that cunt, Wyatt, held her.

I’ve never felt such intense, burning jealousy like that before. I know she said she was going to put us through our paces, but I didn’t expect this.

Seeing Scarlett with Dacre, Sonny, Nicky and Dawson doesn’t bother me. I don’t get jealous. It's more of a FOMO kind of feeling. But seeing the way she danced and laughed with him set me on a whole other level of feeling.

She is fucking mine.

Once the final note rings out on my guitar, I throw it into the stand and march down the stairsto find my girl.

The crowd is thick and tries to pull me in different directions. It seems like every soul in this goddamn room wants a piece of me but the only one that can get that is Scarlett. And I still can’t find her.

I push through the bodies until I get to the couch I first saw her sitting at while we were setting up. Rippy, Brandy, Jen and Maxie are all sitting around chatting but pause when they see me.

“Scarlett.” Is all I say. My fury won’t allow me anything else.

Brandy smiles as she points towards the back of the room. “She said she was going to the bathroom.”

I turn around and push my way back through the crowd. The bodies must realise I mean business as they slowly start parting for me, allowing for clear passage to the bathrooms.

The door to the female bathroom swings open and Scarlett walks out laughing at something one of the dancers, Pix I think, says to her. My eyes lock in on where Pix’s hand caresses Scarlett’s shoulder. The way Scarlett’s head throws back as she laughs again, and the way Pix looks down at her in awe.

Yeah, no. This isn’t fucking happening. Not today, Satan.

I return my brisk pace, making a beeline in their direction. The girls pause as I take my final step in front of them blocking them from going any further.

“Pix,” I growl, looking at the woman who now has her arm around my girl.

“Pike,” she returns, her voice low and sultry but it doesn’t affect me. Nor has it ever.

“She’s mine, Pix.”

Pix just laughs as she twirls a strand of Scarlett’s blonde hair around her finger. Scarlett chuckles as she looks in between us both.

“I don’t see a ring on her finger, Pike.”

I chuckle as I cross my arms over my chest, “It wont stay like that for long.”

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