Walking back into the club, Catlyn looked towards the bar. She wasn't too surprised by the fact that Dylan wasn't there. Shrugging, she looked for a new dance partner. Standing with her hands on her hips, she scanned the crowd. There he was sitting by himself watching the dance floor with a bored indifference. For a moment, she wondered where the girl that he had been dancing with earlier was. But she soon spotted her, dancing close with Dylan. Laughing in sympathy as the bored look on the girl's face mirrored the one that she had had, Catlyn looked back towards the table to find her mystery guy not there. She frowned slightly, turning to walk towards the bar. A hand grabbed her arm, causing her to jump. She looked back, staring straight into a pair of the blackest eyes she had ever seen. "Umm…hello," she managed to stutter.
"I was wondering if you'd like to dance," he said smiling at her. It suddenly hit her why he looked so familiar. Shaking her head, she stared at him. "Pity," he said. "I was looking forward to dancing with someone who actually had some skills."
"What? Oh. Sure. Yeah, we can dance," Catlyn said regaining her senses.
"Excellent. Name's AJ, by the way," he said taking her by the hand and pulling her out on the floor.
"I…it's nice to meet you. I'm Catlyn," she smiled.
Kyndall laughed. "You're insane," she said as she and Chase sat back down.
"Why? Because I surf?"
"No," she shook her head. "Because you're crazy enough to go out in the middle of a hurricane and do it."
"Oh. Yeah, well," he shrugged. "It was fun."
Kyndall shook her head. "I wonder where our friends have taken off to," she said looking around the room.
Suddenly, Dylan was standing at the table, his arm around his Miranda. "Hey Chase. This is Miranda. She needs a ride home."
At the mention of Miranda's name, Kyndall's head snapped in their direction. Her eyes grew wide. "You're…Miranda."
Miranda looked at her, rolling her eyes. "Isn't that what he just said," she snapped. Realizing that Kyndall was staring at her, she sighed haughtily. "Do I have something on me?"
"No," Dylan said looking at her.
"Then why the fuck is she staring at me?" she pointed at Kyndall.
"You're AJ McLean's girlfriend," Kyndall said softly.
"Yeah, so," Miranda replied. "Come on Dylan. Before I get a lecture on how I shouldn't play the greatest player of them all," she cooed slipping her arm around his and dragging him off.
"Are you okay?" Chase asked glancing over at Kyndall. Her face was paper white; her hazel eyes wide, as if she had just seen a ghost, and glassy.
"Umm…yeah. I…I need to go find Cat. I'll…I'll be right back," she stammered, standing up quickly. Walking to the edge of the dance floor, she eyed the crowd nervously. Her gaze finally landed on Catlyn dancing closely with someone on the other side. Carefully making her way through the crowd, she tapped Catlyn on the shoulder. "Sorry to bother you but I need -" she stopped as she her eyes locked with those of the guy Catlyn was dancing with.
Catlyn looked at her friend's distraught expression. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"You're…oh my god," Kyndall said stumbling backwards, her hand over her mouth.
"Shit," Catlyn mumbled. "Umm…AJ, this is my best friend Kyndall. Umm…Kyn, this…this is AJ McLean."
"How could you?" Kyndall cried. Turning around she ran off the floor and out of the club.
