Page 3 of Darkest Obsession

“Here’s a tenner.”

“Bastard. I don’t need your tenner. I need a fag.”

I reach into his coat pocket and pull out the empty condom wrapper.

“Who's the lucky girl?”

Kit grins.

“First night, I did it.”

“And you didn’t announce it to everyone?”

“I thought you’d all notice when I stopped complaining about my virginity.”

“Nice one.”

“Want to know who it was?”

“Not really.”

“She had the biggest tits.”

I see there’s no way for me to escape this.

“Hm.”

“Clover,” Kit whispers. “She’s so fit…”

Clover? Fuck’s sake…

Chapter Two

Clover Robinson

The three of us stand in a straight line in front of the dance studio mirror, getting into position to rehearse the choreography Kola spent all night coming up with. Sylvia stands to my left, and Kola to the right. I’m the shortest, so I stand in the middle, hands raised over my head in the starting position. I pick up dance moves quickly, so I think I can nail the lead.

Kola counts us down and then starts the music. And a 1… 2… 3… 4…

Hot hip hop flows from the speakers. My hips move to the left. To the right. I turn around, popping my hips out and spin, throwing my head back. Kola and Sylvia perform co-ordinating moves on either side of me, but Kola wanted me to dance the lead, so I bring the damn thing. I slam my feet into the studio floor and whip my hair around. I live for this. 1… 2… 3… 4…

I’m out of breath after the first minute and I throw my hands up in a T-shape.

Time out. Kola stops the music, out of breath and grinning.

“How was that?”

“Hard as hell,” Sylvia says. “I’m out of shape, y’all.”

Sylvia doesn’t look out of shape. She’s a couple inches taller than me and much fitter. Her smooth dark stomach undulates as she gasps for air in her white crop top and black leggings. Sylvia has a great fashion sense. I wear baggy clothes whenever I can get away with it, including dance rehearsal. I don’t look like a sexy dancer in my purple vintage baggy track pants and my oversized “Free Weezy” t-shirt.

Kola throws her arms around both of us proudly. She’s about the same complexion as Sylvia, officially making this the first time in my life I’ve been the ‘light’ one out of all my friends although in England, I’m still just… black. Kola wears bright yellow leggings and a tight black crop top that makes her boobs look Hollywood ready.

“Clover, you killed it,” Kola says. “I knew you would make a good lead. And Sylvia, you did great. We need to run through this a few more times and then we can teach our new recruits.”

I don’t know how we’re going to pull a dance team together at this school. Rich English people aren’t exactly known for their rhythm.

“I can’t believe they’re letting us do this,” I reply, awkwardly sailing past the compliment.