"Bad" Boys and Ballet

Chapter 5

I got to school the next day to find Grayson waiting outside. As I got out of my car, I saw him. He caught my eyes and grinned at me. His smile made my stomach drop and my heart melt. I shook the thought out of my head. No, I told myself, he's nothing but trouble. I walked toward him, smiling back. 

"Hey Kitty Kat," he said, ruffling my hair. I swatted his hand away playfully, laughing. 

"What kind of nickname is that?" I teased him. He put his hand on his heart in mock hurt, gasping.

"I'll have you know, I worked a whole hour on that," he said, pouting at me. I couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked. No no no, I scolded myself, friends don't think that about friends. I walked into the building with him beside me. I watched all the girls we passed glare at me, whispering and flipping their perfectly straightened hair with their perfectly manicured nails. I suddenly felt very inadequate. My hair was wavy and my nails were plain and short. I didn't have nice clothes, and my shoes weren't shiny with tall heels that clicked down the halls. Grayson would never want a girl like me when he could have any of those girls. 

"Kat?" he asked from beside me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned and his eyes were on mine, striking and dark. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I blushed and looked down. 

"Um, sorry, what were you, uh, saying?" I stuttered. 

"It's time for homeroom," he said, gesturing at the door, "and I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me." My gut twisted. 

"Uh, yeah, sure," I said, not believing what he had just asked. Me? Sit next to him? He broke out into a smile.

"Cool. Let's go then." He said, walking inside. Inside, I did a little happy dance. Maybe I wasn't so hopeless.

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I got to the dance studio, breathing in the familiar scent. I had a lot to think about, with Colby running out, Grayson's sudden warmth towards me, my feelings for him. I just needed to do some turns and figure it all out. I was twirling around the room when I suddenly felt hands on my waist. I gasped and looked up. Behind me was Matt, grinning at me. 

"Your brother told me you'd be here. Although, I kinda already figured," he said. I smiled up at him. I was struck with how attractive he was. He was the type of guy who you wanted to tell everything to, to cuddle with on rainy days, to bring home to meet your parents. He was the dream good guy. Every time I saw him, my stomach filled with butterflies. But he had a girlfriend of 2 years, who was just as sweet and good as he was. Her name was Bethany, and she had long dark brown hair with darkish brown eyes and a warm smile. They were perfect for each other, and their relationship was everything it should be. He brought her flowers when she had bad days, she sat through watching sports games for him, and they held hands and whispered to each other, always smiling when they were together. 

"Yeah," was all I managed. I turned around and he hugged me, lifting me and and spinning me around. My heart raced. This was our thing, it had been for almost 4 years. But lately, it had felt different. Before, he had always been my brother, my friend, my rock. He comforted me when my boyfriend cheated on me, and he held me at my dad's funeral. He had been through everything with me, and he knew me better than everyone. He made me feel safe. He put me down, without letting go. he looked down at me. 

"So what's new in your life?" he asked. 

"Nothing much, what about you?" I said.

"Well, I found out Bethany was cheating on me, so I dumped her. I got into Berkeley. And, I got a new car from my parents for having a 4.0 GPA. So, overall, pretty great," he said casually. My jaw dropped. Bethany, cheating on him? He was everything a girl could want. 

"What happened with Bethany?" I asked, still shocked. 

"She wanted sex, and I'm saving myself for marriage," he told me. I noted, that, of course he was. It was the right thing. "So, she went elsewhere to get it. I found out it was one of my old friends she did it with, and he fessed up. She swore that if I took her back, she'd never do it again, but the way I see it, I can't trust anything she says. If you really think about it, I don't even know if she loved me. I've always believed love meant, I dunno, more than that, you know?" he looked at me. I nodded. Love, I realized, was terrifying. "I've think that if you really loved one person, you'd never fall for someone else. Like, if you really loved the first person, you never would have fallen for the second one, if that makes any sense." 

"That makes perfect sense," I said. And I meant it. I realized that I thought I loved Matt, but if I really did, I wouldn't feel like that about Grayson. I was torn. I looked down and saw he was still holding my waist. I stepped back. "I really need to work, but I'll talk to you later, alright?" I said. 

"Okie dokie," he said smiling at me, "call me if you need me." I nodded at him and waved as he walked out. He waved back and turned out the door. I sighed. I was more confused than ever. 

Hey! So, it's been awhile. School has been crazy, and there's been some stuff I've been thinking about, which sparked the inspiration for this chapter. Not exactly the same situation, but there is a guy I really like who I know doesn't like me back, but oh well. That's life, I'm sure you can relate. I hoped you liked this chapter! I'm thinking about doing a different perspective soon, tell me who you want to see. Until next time! :)