The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 2

I looked up and gapped. What the hell?! Am I dreaming? No, that's not possible.  

"Erm, as interesting as this encounter has been, I have to go." I said, attempting to walk away. Yes, attempting being the word here. But alas, the universe hates me.  

"Hey wait up! What's your name?" The person asked.  

"And why would I say that?" I retorted. Girls would kill me, right now. 

"Because, you have to make it up to me for crashing in to me." He shot back. I scowled and turned around, "Now, I wasn't the only one who wasn't watching. You too weren't watching else you would have avoided the collision."  

"And what if I say, that I ran into you on purpose?" He said, smugly. I scrunched my eyebrows together, not understanding what he was saying but quickly understood and scoffed, "Then it's entirely your problem. Now, I'd like to go as I don't think I can stand you any longer."  

"She is a feisty one, lads." A new voice said. I turned to the source of the voice. Hah! Another one. Good, can this day get any better? No? Thought so. 

"And, she doesn't seem interested." the guy from earlier replied. Yes, idiot! Score one for you. 

"OH JUST STOP WORRYING THE POOR MAIDEN, BOYS!!" The third person spoke up. Who was he again? in not quite sure what his name was. Just great! Now, I will have to deal with three arrogant fools. But, wait. The third one supported me. Might as well remove him from that list. But that doesn't change the point that he hurt my ear-drums. I covered my ears and looked at the lot. How do people like them, anyway?  

"Just tell us what your name is and we'll let you go." The one who called me feisty spoke up. 

"You do realize that I'm not bounded by ropes or something else to withhold me. Why should I need you people to let me go then?" Oh I was the perfect sass queen. The boy whom I crashed into chuckled, "You got owned, Harreh!"  

"Shut up, Zayn. It's not like she was or is interested in you." The curly haired boy replied. That's right! I was stuck with One Freaking Direction. Girls would die to be in my position and right now, I would die to be in their position. Can someone exchange places?  

"THAT'S RIGHT! She only likes me, right?" The third one asked. Again, I covered my ears and frowned.  

"I would like you, pretty boy. But your screaming minimizes the chance." I snapped. He pouted and pretended to cry. If I wasn't pissed off, I might've laughed. I guess I like him. He's not that bad. Harry comforted him. Bromance, much? 

"Hah! She is genuinely not interested in any of us, Louis. Not you alone." Zayn pointed out. Yes! I got it now! His name was Louis. 

"You hate us?" Louis sniffed. God, what is this guy? Five? First, early morning One Direction songs and now early afternoon One Direction meetings. Now what more? Evening dinners? I don't even want to think about it. God, what have I ever done wrong to you? Trust me, I didn't mean to shout at the hobo if that's what you're punishing me about.  

"No shit, Sherlock. Now, I gotta go. I hope to NEVER see you again." I fake smiled and turned to walk away.  

"You could try to show a little enthusiasm, you know." Harry smirked. 

"Sorry, boys. Not all girls worship at your altar." I said. Louis gasped. I was about to turn around when a new voice called out.  

"Ms. Reeves! Wait up!!"  

I turned back around. Harry and Zayn looked kind of smug. It was as if they knew something. I looked behind them and spotted Casey rushing over. Her heels clicked on the floor as she held something to her chest. I squinted my eyes and saw a file. She came beside me and took a long breathe. I placed a hand on her shoulder and raised my eyebrows.