After My College Bully Became My Lover

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of freshman orientation, right in the middle of that awkward ice-breaker activity.

"Show us some moves! Show us some moves!" Everyone clapped and cheered, with Juliana Webb persistently nudging me.

"Come on, everyone's looking forward to your performance!" she urged, a sly smile on her face.

I squinted at her, letting out a dry laugh. "If you're in the mood to dance, feel free. I'm not interested."

She hadn't expected my refusal and stood there, taken aback.

"How can you not join in? Weren't you always keen on making friends with everyone? Besides, Micah Jones, the campus heartthrob, is in our group today. This is such a great chance, and you're just letting it pass by..."

Juliana clung to my hand with a firm grip. "You know, there's a big difference between people from small towns and those from the city. If you want to shed that small-town image, you need to blend in with the group."

I shook her hand off. "Oh? Does city life revolve around borderline dancing?"

"Why don't you show us how it's done then? I'm not really the best..." she faltered.

Juliana's expression stiffened. "You know I'm here on an arts scholarship."

Reading between the lines, I understood she couldn't dance either.

I pretended not to get the hint. "Oh, I'm well aware of your musical, artistic, and crafty talents, Juliana. You're fantastic with instruments, so I bet your dancing isn't half bad either."

"Go on, show us how city folks flaunt their talents! Let this country girl see how it's done!"

The chants grew louder around us. "Dance! Dance! Stop being so uptight!"

Seeing that I wasn't giving in, Juliana had no choice but to step up herself.

She walked toward the center of the group, and I noticed her legs trembling with every step.