CHAPTER 4
I woke up to the sound of my family making breakfast. I decided to go greet them when I notice I have a message. It was from Drake.
“Sorry it was nice dancing with all of you guys but it’s time to let go of something I never really handled properly.” As I read this I cried, this couldn’t be happening, all my dreams of becoming a dancer have just gone down the drain. I rang up Drake but he didn’t pick up. I throw the phone and walked downstairs.
“Good morning. Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” My dad said putting a plate of waffles in front of me.
“Not in the mood dad.” I push back the plate when my older brother grabs it.
“I want it.” My brother was tall and very fit. He played basketball, and was considered a bad boy. He is 17 years old and barely stays home. I was surprised he went over to grandmas.
“Mike, don’t you think you ate enough of these waffles.” My mom asks him as she puts on her jacket.
“It’s delicious mom, the best made by the best.” He looks at her as he smiles.
“Your dad made it.” She said picking up her keys.
“Where you going mom?” I asked.
“I’m heading over to a student’s house to tutor.” My mom is a teacher at California’s University.
“Oh okay bye.” I waved and went upstairs. I picked up my phone and placed it on my bed. I wore a pink polka dotted shirt. It was a very loose shirt but it was cut up in a way to show my back. I wore my jeans and boots and grabbed my keys and phone. I looked very depressed so I decided to throw on a bit of blush, mascara and lip balm.
I walked into the living room and peaked out of the window. My brother was with his girlfriend. He looked upset and she was crying. I decided to walk out and ignore both of them.
“I’m sorry Mike.” She told him. Her name was Isabel; she had blue eyes, blonde her. She was to die for, but she was pretty much a total bitch. She cheated on by brother more than twice. If I was him I would have dumped her way back before I knew her, if that makes sense.
“You know what Isabel, we are over.” It was unbelievable hearing this from my brother he couldn’t have broken up with her.
“What!” I was shocked. I had shouted out this horrible word. They both looked at me and my brother just walked inside the house. I was left with Isabel. She began to cry as she got closer to me. Then soon enough she was in my arms. I left her with my brother hoping my brother wouldn’t take her back as I drive down to the café. Sadly he was there again. This boy can’t take a clue can he? Although I didn’t care if I attracted him, I check myself in the mirror. I went down and noticed he was dancing. He was pretty good, but I didn’t pay attention to him as I walked in.
I couldn’t help but stare at him as he danced, but I noticed something different. He wasn’t dancing professionally; he wasn’t dancing like his father would want him to dance. He was free styling, and he seemed very stiff doing so. I think he noticed me when he stopped and stared at me.
“Hi.” I said breaking the awkward silence.
“Hi.” He smiled. “Sorry I don’t really do much at home so I decided to comfort Betty.”
“Well I wouldn’t mind getting help with my daily job.” He was nice maybe to nice. I was ready for anything to come out from him, the worst and the best.
“Since this place won’t be closing down, I thought maybe I should help you with your daily job.” I was confused, why was this place not closing. Has Betty agreed to take money? And even if she took money, was he that rich? “We decided to make a fundraiser.”
I stared at him and wondered if Betty has gone crazy. “You mean like cookies and other stupid crap.” I was already beginning to hate him again.
“No, I mean like a big fundraiser. Dancing is something entertaining, and I know a few singers, we can put a show.” He showed me a flyer and he seemed pretty determined. I smiled, because I couldn’t help but think that this plan was going to work 100%.”We can sell food, drinks, and entertain people. We can make loads of money. You in?” he opened his hands as if to say “Come to papa!”
“Of course.” I hug him. His body is so soothing against my body. He has the type of spirit that I can cry into; because he feels like a true friend I can go to all the time. We separate and our eyes lock. “Sam I don’t hate you.” The words slipped out of my mouth.
“I don’t hate you either. I never did.” He smiled and held my hand.
I was falling for him. I didn’t want to, but the heart wants what it wants. I slipped my hands through his fingers. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You just did.” He giggled as he said this. His laugh was so cute. His blue eyes sparkled and his hair flowed back so smoothly.
“Im serious Sam.” I walked away from him and looked out the window. “You dance very well. But that’s not what your dad wants is it?” I looked back at him.
“I never wanted to dance honestly. I wanted to become a singer. I play the guitar, but dancing became my stress reliever. When I dance the way he wants me to, I feel like a robot.”
“so why do you do it. Why are you his robot?”
“I don’t want my mom to get hurt.” He walked closer to me. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You just asked one.” I teased.
“Dance with me.” He looked at me and took his hand out.
“I would love to.” As I pulled out my hand, the door opens and I hear footsteps coming behind me. I turn around and his father is there.
“Hello Jess, how is Sam playing you.” Playing me?
“Excuse me.”
“Looks like someone didn’t get the news. Oh Sam, this girl is tough, she will break you.” I look back at Sam.
“What is he talking about.” I ask Sam.
“My dear son Sam, trying to hold a fundraiser for this café when we are closing it down.”
“What!” hes using me.
I officially hate Sam.
