Shopping for Love

Chapter 5

Shanaya's POV:

After the huge scene at lunch, the whole college was talking about it and me. Someone had apprantly taken a video of the whole scene and had been posted on Youtube. So far, it had over a 100 views and likes. Whoever went past me in the corridors, would congratulate me. Everytime I would think why people have taken this up as such a big thing. Now I know why.

Chloé was a bully. She would bully all the geeks or less popular people. And she never got in trouble for it. She even made about 10 people move college because of how much she tortured them. And that made me even more prouder of what I had done.

As well as being a bully, she was a slut. She would sleep with guys that were already taken, even though she knew that they were taken and had one night stands practically every week. In other words she was a toral bitch as well as spoilt brat because her parents don't do anything about it.

And here I was, the talk of the whole college. My popularity had shot up to the skies after that one incident. Although I don't mind being popular, I would've prefered it if my popularity was low profile. Life would've been easier and moee peaceful. On the brighter side, more people liked me. And that was something I liked.

I was trying to get a pen out of my bag when I collided into someone. I lost my balance because I was wearing heels.

Darn you heels.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the ground to come in contact with my body and utter humiliation. But instead, a pair of warm arms wrapped themselves around my waist. I grabbed hold of the person's shoulders, afraid they'd drop me. I slowly opened my eyes, wondering who saved me from a near occuring the embrassing moment.

Brooklyn.

He looked down at me, smirking. He knew what he did, ans I was so thankful for it. I quickly found my feet and got out of his arms, although they felt so nice around my waist. My face was probably a deep shade of pink as I concentrated on the ground. Thankfully, the corridor was completely empty except from the two of us.

'Er... thanks for you know... saving me from falling over and utter humiliation,' I said. I heard him chuckling and I looked up at his handsome face.

Wait, did I say handsome? No I didn't!

'Your welcome. But look where you're going next time, you don't want to bump into someone who won't save you from falling over. And 'utter humiliation' ' he did that thing with his hands to emphasise 'utter humiliation'.

Seriously, I couldn't think of the name of it because inside I was dying of embarrassment and happiness at the same time.

Embarrassment because I bumped into HIM.

Happiness because it was HIM I bumped into and because he saved me! And also he had his arms around my waist for a bit.

Wait the last one isn't a valid reason. Oh well, it's valid enough for me!

Brooklyn snapped his fingers in front of me. I jumped by surprise, and he chuckled at my reaction. I turned a bright shade of red.

'Awww... you look so cute when you're red!' he chuckled again, turning my face into a ripe tomato. That is if it wasn't already!

'Errr.... sorry, I got lost in my thoughts.' I tried to come up with a reason for me zoning out.

'Were you busy day dreaming about me?' he asked, with a flirtatious look on his face.

'No, why would I do that when there's so many hot celebrities to drool over than you' I snapped.

His face hardened as I said that. I smirked at his reaction and started walking off.

'Well then you're clearly day dreaming about me, I'm a celebrity.' I heard him say proudly.

I stopped and turned round, raising one of my eyebrows at him. 'Whatever helps you sleep at night Brooklyn.' I said back before walking to my next lesson. It was dance. Fortunately, I'd gone to the reception to get a map of the college so I wouldn't have to rely on any body's assistance to drop me off. And thankfully, my map reading skills were good.

I arrived just as the bell went off, signalling the start of lessons. I walked into the dance studio, only to find people clapping and cheering for me. I smiled shyly, blushing as the boys were whistling.

I knew I had a huge fear of stage fright but I wanted to get over it because I found that it lowered my confidence. And I wanted to be all about confidence. Plus, it helps in future life skills.

I went into a changing cubicle to change into a black tank top and black leggings. I put my now dry and frizzy hair, into a high ponytail and put on some deodorant. I exited the cubicle with my bag and clothes. I carefully folded my dress up and out in my bag before putting my bag, shoes, and jewellery into the provided small locker just outside the studio.

I then went into the studio and did some stretches. As I did so, boys started wolf whistling at me. I stopped stretching and gave them the middle finger with a sweet innocent smile plastered on my face. The girls around me giggled at my action. Seriously though, did their mothers not teach them to respect women?

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, the teacher walked into the studio.

'Alright ladies and gentlemen, I would like to see what you guys can do,' the teacher said, clapping her hands together and rubbing them.

I stood frozen in my spot.

Did she just say she wanted us to perform? And I'm guessing, a solo performance as well. Remind me again why I took dance as an A-level subject again? Oh yeah, to gain confidence. Confidence my ass. I'll probably break down like I usually do or freeze in my spot. Both will lead to embarrassment and utter humiliation. My life fucking sucks.

She called us to the front one by one to perform in alphabetical order. Because my surname started with an 'M', I was in the middle. I sighed in relief, at least I wasn't first.

The people who went before me were good, real good. I thought I wasn't up to their level of talent. The teacher soon called my name out, signalling me to go to the front. I could feel my insides start to churn up, my lunch slowly pushing itself up my throat. I forcefully swallowed it before it was too late as I made my way up to the front. I could feel every pair of eyes on me, making me feel uncomfortable. I tried my best to ignore it as I tried to calm down my thudding heart beat. I was scared that people would hear it. I breathed in and out. Before getting into position.

Well here goes nothing...