Dance with me

Chapter Twelve - Questions

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Chapter 12

   Once when I was just a little girl and my mom was still around, we used to talk about everything. We never had the same relationship as my father and I had but still we were pretty close.

   There was this time when I got home crying because a boy put gum in my hair and she put me on her lap and sweeped away my tears.

   "Honey, boys are bad!" She told me. 

   "Why did he do it, mummy?" I asked her still crying.

   "Because he's a boy." I really didn't understand that statement at that time. "When you get older you'll understand that boys acts badly towards us girl sometimes. But that doesn't mean they don't care. It means they're being boys." Now I know she was referring to my father because one week later she told me she was leaving. 

   This talk never got out of my mind. Maybe because I didn't really understand it back then or maybe because my brain was smart enough to know I should keep this information.

   My mom couldn't be more right.

   Or at least at the first time when she told me boys are bad.

   I took a deep breath and gave up waiting. He wouldn't show up. 

   I was waiting for Gabriel to come to our dailly rehearsal for almost 30 minutes and I had no signs of him. He was never late, so the reason he didn't show up was clearly because I answered his texts telling him it wouldn't work out between us. 

  "Boys are bad, indeed, mom!'' I said to myself.

   I decided to start a new choreography. Actually, I HAD to since my dear partner decided not to show up and I couldn't take any risks at not having a presentation at the end of the semester. 

   It wasn't half as good as the other... Not that I could make the entire choreography, but even the beginning of it wasn't good enough. 

   Why did I have to date my partner? 

   Maybe the best question is why do I have to like my ex best friend who happens to be a famous singer who left me for his music? 

  I stopped dancing and got my phone after almost 3 hours of reahearsing and I had a text. From Gabriel. 

   Gabriel: Sorry I couldn't make it. Call me? XX

   How nice of him! No.

   I dialled his number, not really wanting to do it. But my project was at stake.

   "Hi." Gabriel said as if he was expecting me to call. Why didn't he call me already?

   "Hi.. So, couldn't make it?" I asked him trying not to sound angry.

   "I'm sorry, Ann... I should have called you earlier but I couldn't." He said nervously and my anger dissipated. He could be cute when he wanted to. "I don't think I can see you right now." I started to say that this was about my project when he cut me. "Give one week! I promise I'll be back. I just need some time." He said and I felt sorry for him. Guys also have feellings, huh? 

   "Oh." I was kind of surprised, actually. "I thought you would give up." I admited feelling relieved he wouldn't. 

   "I wouldn't do this to you. It's not fair. And I promise I will do my best." Gabriel told me a little less nervous.