Choose Me- the second novel

Chapter 3- the witch in velour

Taylor's POV

An impressive three story building that includes a state of the art gym, two performances halls and several dance studios. It's even better than I remembered having visited with Matthew on the open day. All of the studios are equipped with barres, air conditioning and sprung floors. Glancing in at the gym, I make a note of getting myself in there as soon as possible.

Heading into the changing rooms, I remove my skirt and shoes. Placing my ballet shoes on and some short dance shorts. I go over to the mirror and tie my long hair back in a high ponytail. There's a few other girls getting ready, they all know each other and are chatting easily to one another. I keep my ears open trying to work out who is who. Briefly wondering how Rhea is getting on over in humanities.

Walking over to the studio I feel bare in my dance gear but I brush off the self consciousness and stride into the room. All of the dancers, there are around thirty off us, are seated round the mirrors on the walls. I do the same, Jays obnoxious comment pops into my head about me being a social conformist. I banish him from my thoughts, desperately trying not to see his charming grin in my mind.

Another girl joins me, taking a seat next to me on the sprung floor and stretching out. She is shorter than me with very dark short hair and pale skin.

The dance teacher puts on some music, stands at the front and begins. Without verbal instruction we follow her lead and warm up. Beginning with some basic plies and progressing into harder work such as leg extensions and eventually arabesques. I feel in good stead throughout the class, barely breaking a sweat. The dance teacher eyes me, and nods as I hold my arabesque and I smile down into my chest a feel I accomplished and glad of the practice I put myself through over the summer.

"You're really good at your turns think you'd be able to go over them with me at some point" the petite girl from the start of class asks me, joining me as we walk back towards the changing rooms.

"Sure, I'm Taylor by the way" I say easily with a grin.

"Charley." She replies smiling at me. We laugh about how we both have unisex names before we head over to our kit bags to change.

Pulling my skirt back on and eventually my boots, I fold up my ballet shoes and place them back into my dance bag. Checking my phone I read a message from Matthew telling me that he's waiting outside, no rush and that he's missed me immeasurably.

Touching up my makeup in the mirror, I pull my curls back out and give my hair a brush. Lastly I spritz myself with my favourite perfume and head for the doors.

The automatic sensors click as I reach the front of the building and I look up to see Matthew standing against the wall. He pushes his brunette hair back and smiles at me as I approach him.

"Hey beautiful" he whispers when I reach him and I can't help but smile.

"You know we could go home. Like right now" he teases me pulling me into his chest.

"Mmm however nice that sounds we said we would have lunch here first" I tell him, kissing his ear lightly.

His lips kiss mine, trying to change my mind and I smile, a wide grin. His fingers rubbing my back.

"No not going to work" I tell him breaking the kiss.

"Ah it was worth a try, so you're telling me you don't want to be taken home and tied to the bed?" He smirks.