Page 88 of Greased

NOAH

Aw you love us. You know your life would be boring without us.

GRACE

True. Knock ‘em dead Scar. I want full reports tomorrow.

Or whenever the fuck our time zones aren’t being cunts. I miss you.

NOAH

I miss you too. It's not the same without you.

SCARLETT

Don’t make me cry. Brandy spent an hour on this face and I don’t intend on spending a second longer in that god forbidden chair.

But I miss you both more than you can imagine xo

Maxie is the first to spot me as I walk out of the dressing room. Her eyebrows raise and she lets out a low wolf whistle.

“Yes, mama!That’s what I’m talking about. I knew there was a baddie under all that goody two shoes exterior.”

Rippy grunts as she crosses her arms over her chest, not bothering to comment.

Jen twirls her finger around in circles so I follow suit, giving a very unsteady spin before facing the girls again.

Jen nods her head, “I can’t wait to see the way those boys' brains melt when they see you.”

Brandy chuckles, “Come on, let’s go knock them dead.”

I stand behind the curtain that leads out to the stage. If I thought I was nervous before, it has nothing on the jitters I feel now. I grab my hand to stop it from shaking but it’s no use. I will myself to take a few deep breaths before opening my eyes again.

I peek my head out far enough that I’m still hidden but enough that I can see the crowd. I instantly find Rhodes, Wyatt and Jethro. It's obvious by just how uncomfortable Rhodes is as he looks around the rooms in an attempt to escape. When I find my father, he looks very much the same. I watch him throw back two shots of brown liquor, swallowing hard as he looks up at the stage and grimaces.

It doesn’t take me long before I find Nicky, Sonny, Pike, Dacre and, to my disgust, Dawson. They are sitting on the couch right at the endof the stage. I couldn’t have asked for a better spot for them to be sitting, especially with what I have in store for them.

Dawson sits beside them but the distance is obvious between them. Dawson’s arms are crossed over his chest and it looks like he would rather be anywhere but here.

Something the both of us can actually agree on right now. Sonny looks like a kid at a candy store and all his dreams are about to come true.

Pike and Nicky are deep in conversation by the serious looks on their faces. Lastly, my eyes fall on Dacre and to my surprise, he’s looking right back at me. I can feel the heat in his eyes as he looks up and down my body. He catches his lip between his teeth and I instantly clench my thighs together.

Damn him for looking so goddamn delicious. He leans back on the couch, spreading his thighs apart and I have to reinforce my knees so they don’t collapse from under me. He looks like a complete fuckboy right now and I’m utterly at his mercy.

His finger turns in the slightest of motion and just like a string puppet, I turn giving him a full 360 view. His eyes darken as ours meet again.

‘Fucking perfection,’ he mouths and my cheeks heat. I’ve never seen Dacre this bold before. My sweet boy seems to have turned devilish but, shit, am I here for it!

“Ladies and Gentlemen, do we have a surprise in store for you tonight,” the DJ says as the current song gets drowned out, “it's time for one of our own to initiate. Now I want you to give a Thunderbirds welcome to our one and only Scarlett Crux!”

The entire club erupts in applause and hoots, the sounds of feet thumping deafening before my song starts to play and the chaos dies down.

Sugar by Sleep Token rings out over the speakers. The smooth and sultry sounds give me the perfect entrance as I slowly walk out onto the stage. The crowd cheers around me but I keep my eyes locked in on Dacre as I slowly walk down the runway. I eventually start letting my hands roam my body, teasing the audience as I go.

I stop half way down before dropping to my knees. I slide my hands down the stage, arching my back before sliding back into a kneeling position.

My eyes leave Dacre’s whose stare feels like molten lava and find Pike. His posture is stiff and I can’t help the quirk of my lips as I catch the slight tent to his jeans.

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