Dance with me

Chapter One - He's Back

• So, this is my first story here.. I hope you'll like it.

It may be boring at first but I promise I'll try to make it worth it.

Also, I'm Brazilian so I don't know how the English thing will work.

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Chapter one

I entered the classroom full of excited students chatting with each other. I was not in the mood for that. Actually, I just wanted to be as far as possible from this school today. And for the next semester.

"Did you hear what they're saying?" My best friend Mila asked sitting by my side. I was in the back listening to music in my iPod. "I really hope it's true... I mean, it's freaking Peter Johnson, the most amazing and hot singer in the country." Big deal.

'The most douche in the country as well' I thought but didn't say anything. I know how much Mila likes his songs and I won't be the one to mess with the image of oh-so-perfect Peter Johnson... Not that I care about his image. At least, not anymore.

"Ann, are you even listening to me?" Mila asked. Apparentely I spaced out. "Peter Johnson will be here for a whole semester!!"

Yeah, I heard it, but I wish it wasn't true. It's not that I don't like his music, because I really do but, after 4 years not being around him, I couldn't say I was prepared to see him again.

Would he remember me? I mean, I'm no longer a 16 year old girl... I stopped dying my hair blond so now I had reddish brown hair and I didn't wear glasses anymore which made my blue eyes more evident.

Now, it was a good thing I changed so much. Maybe he wouldn't recognize me and we would remain as we were for the past 4 years: as complete strangers.

"Hello everyone!" Mr. Nigel, our teacher yelled so people stopped talking and went to their seats. "As you may know, Peter Johnson will be here for this semester and..." He coughed so the blabbering that just started would stop. "He will be part of our team." Mr. Nigel always referred to his colleagues as his team. I started to imagine how 'Peter Johnson' would be our teacher if he's never even graduated. "Peter will have a dance class which will be mandatory for dance students and at the end of the semester he will choose 5 of you to go on tour with him!" After that the girls went crazy. The boys as well but mainly the girls. I couldn't breath.

It was bad enough to have him at the same place for a whole semester but being his 'student' would be the death of me. I mean, I couldn't hide from him if he was supposed to be my teacher! Then again, how the school could let him teach?

"Since he's just 20 and doesn't have a diploma he isn't exactly going to be your teacher... More as an assistant." That explained. "He will work with Lorena at the auditorium three times a week." That was it, all the girls in the class were going crazy about the fact that they were going to spend time with the world famous pop singer 'Peter Johnson'... I personally liked his first name better. I mean, Noah Peter Johnson is really unusual but instead of going by 'Peter Johnson' he could go by 'Noah Johnson'. That sounded much better. But then, who was I to say anything? I lost any right long time ago...

This time I wasn't even listening to Mr. Nigel answering the million questions the girls were asking about Noah.

"So, he really is picking 5 of us to go on tour with him?" Brittany asked. She was the typical high school cheerleader but after graduation, of course.

"Yes, Miss Courtney. As I said, Peter Johnson will choose the best dancers to be part of his troupe in his next American tour." Mr. Nigel answered. I could see that even him, who was all giddy about having a celebrity among us was now tired of all the excitement.

Seemed like ages have gone by when finally I was able to go have lunch. Everyone was still talking about Noah and I jumped everytime I thought I was seeing him.

"I don't get why you don't like the guy... You don't even know him!" Mila said while eating her salad. I put lettuce on my mouth so I wouldn't be able to answer her with a simple 'I know him and I have every reasons not to like him'.

"It's not that I don't like him." Lie. " I do listen to his songs, right?" True, but just because it reminded me how nice he used to be. "It's just I don't see a reason to be all excited about him being here. He's just like everyone else." Okay, I knew darn well he wasn't like everyone else, but I had to convince myself to that.

"Yeah, you're righ! I mean, it's not like he's choosing 5people to dance in this big tour around America..." Mila said sarcastically. Okay, she had a point. If it wasn't for him I would be thrilled to have the opportunity to perform in shows like that.

"Argh, okay! But I'm not going to pretend I'm loving the fact that he's here cause I don't" I said with the same expression I had since I heard about the rumours.

Mila smiled agreeing and got up with the trail on her hand. We were having lunch at the canteen. It wasn't really big but, since that was an all-art college, there weren't many students.

"Okay, we need to go to the auditorium now... Ready to meet Peter Johnson?" My friend asked all too excited about it. Her long blond hair was tied up in a high pony tail and her green eyes were bright and round.

We went to the auditorium. Luckily it was already crowded and Noah was nowhere to be seen. I got a seat in the back and made sure to hide behind a really tall guy. Even though I thought he wouldn't recognize me, I was not willing to take risks.

"Hi guys." I was looking down but I knew for sure this was his voice. Too familiar not to remember. The smoothness and softness was always there.

I tried hard not to look at him when everyone answered with a greetfull 'hello' but after 5 seconds at maximum I couldn't take any longer and I looked up to catch his dark blue eyes.

That's when I realized they were focused on me.

Oh well, this was not going to end well...

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Okay, that was the first chapter... I hope it wasn't too bad. I didn't know how to begin the story at first but now I guess I have some ideas...

And again I'm sorry for my not-fluent English.

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