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the overly muscular bouncer, I think it’s safe to assume that he’s been here before. I can’t help but wonder when and why, since he’s always made his dislike of the people that hang out at places like this clear.
    The music blares when we enter. It’s not the usual live music we are used to, but instead is a fast techno beat meant for dancing. I spot the DJ in the back corner with his headphones hanging off one ear, talking to someone down below. It makes me think of my time in Boulder; it seemed like I was always up there requesting something.
    Rob shuttles us over to the bar through the throngs of people. By the time we get there, Rob is the only one who can get the bartender’s attention. After he gives the cute brunette our orders, he points out a circular table top that’s open in the far corner. Trey stays behind with Rob while the rest of us make our way to the now vacant table.
    It’s funny how catchy the music still is to me. My body feels like it could start moving at any moment, but I stay still in my seat. Dex, aka “Hulk”, pulls out the stool for me and I sit down next to Sadie. We all silently check out our surroundings, which for the guys in our group means gawking at all of the barely-dressed girls who are rubbing their asses into guys’ crotches.
    “Let’s go dance,” Rob whispers in my ear.
    “I’d rather not,” I say and he takes my hand and pulls me from the chair.
    “Do it anyway, it’ll be fun,” he tells me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
    He winds me through the groups of people to the large dance floor by the DJ booth. Things between us have continued to be strained and forced recently. I know I haven’t been giving Rob my full attention because I can’t seem to stop these feelings for Grant, even though he has kept his distance from me like he said he would. Even in class he doesn’t sit next to me, but remains a few rows back. As much as I wish things were different, they’re not. Grant has set goals for himself and things he wants to achieve. If my past was to ever come out, it would kill those chances and I won’t do that to him.
    By the time we get to the dance floor, we are packed in like sardines, barely able to move, let alone dance. Rob places his hands on my hips and tugs me to him while placing his leg between mine. This whole dirty dancing thing is throwing me for a loop. What exactly are we doing here and dancing like this? I stare up at him with confusion and he gives me a cat-that-ate-the-canary look before pointing to the corner.
    I stop dancing and turn my body around but Rob grabs me again and brings me against his crotch. Trying to search where he was looking, my eyes scan the crowd but I don’t see anything except a sea of drunken people making out with each other.
    “Right there, Jessa,” he whispers in my ear and I follow his finger. My stomach drops when my eyes find Grant pressing some girl against the wall. He has her cornered while his lips devours her neck and his hands hike up her dress.
    “Wish it was you?” he whispers and chills travel up my back. I automatically attempt to step away from Rob, but he pulls me back. “Not the angel you thought he was, huh?” he laughs. He twists me around to face him and although he’s laughing his comment off, I can’t help but feel like he means it. Panic arises as I wonder if Rob has seen something. God, did he see that kiss on New Year’s?
    Rob keeps me wrapped in his arms when a slow song starts, but I can’t get my mind to erase what I just saw. As Rob’s breath tickles my neck while he sways me back and forth, I desperately want to see what Grant’s doing. I knew he wasn’t a monk, but I didn’t think he was the kind of guy who fucked a girl up against a wall in the middle of a club either. After the song ends, I tell Rob that I need to go to the bathroom. He places his hands on either side of my face and starts to kiss me. Thrusting his tongue into my mouth, he doesn’t let up. It