Save a Dance For Me. (Sequel to Love Suicide, a Ryder Lynn Love Story)

I can't help falling in love with you.

"We perform tomorrow." I spat at Phil. "You will perform the dance as it is and I won't beat you up." 

He rolled his eyes. "You are stuck in the past, if you'd taken my suggestions at the beginning of the week we wouldn't be the laughing stock of the school tomorrow night and for the rest of our lives!" 

"YOU WILL NOT BE THE LAUGHING STOCKS OF THE SCHOOL." I couldn't take it anymore. All week I've been holding it in, pushing all the stupid Ryder drama aside and putting school first, my grades, cheer-leading, rugby, student council, the performance, and even my job. It hasn't made me feel better, it hasn't gotten anything off my mind, in fact I'm pretty sure I'm 30x more stressed then I've ever been. "AND YOU KNOW WHAT, Glee Club means the world to me, and we just got it back, and you are stomping all over it, imagine if I joined the football team." 

Bobby snorted, "Don't be ridiculous." 

"EXACTLY, YOU SEXIST TOOL." Bianca shouted at him. 

"Why are we still arguing about this? Oh that's right, Scarlet won't shut-up." Ryder scoffed. 

My face burned it was turning so red. "That is it." I stated as calmly as possible. 

"What is it?" Finn asked, eyes wide, pen poised in the middle of his clipboard. 

I picked up my bag and water-bottle. "Well, since you said any member's of Glee Club that don't perform the halftime show, are banned from performing at Sectionals. So, I officially re-sign from Glee Club." 

Finn's jaw hit the floor, Mason fainted, Alistair started to cry, Bobby paid Phil 20 bucks, and Rachel flipped her hair. 

Bianca took a step forward, "Scar don't do this." 

"No it's fine, I've got a lot on my plate and you guys will do great without me." I chuckled, trying not to cry. 

"No we won't, you're the best dancer we have." Ryder barked. Not only I was shocked, but the entire room was. "We need you." 

"You don't need me." I whispered, trying not to talk to only him. "I'll see you around." 

**

"Monkey wrench." I asked. 

"Monkey wrench." Jake repeated, handing it over. 

"Welding helmets." 

"Welding Helmets." Jake placed one on his head and handed one to me. 

"Welding torch." 

"Welding torch." Jake stepped forward peering over my shoulder. 

I chuckled, "Jake, 3 steps back please." 

"Sorry." He whispered, walking over to the table and pulling out his homework. "They all miss you." 

I snorted and turned the welding torch off. "I've been gone 2 hours." 

"I know, but they'll miss you tomorrow." 

"You will all be fine without me." I placed my welding helmet back on the rack and sat down next to Jake, then grabbed the order booklet and filling out a parts order. "I've got a lot on my plate as it is." 

"But you worked so hard, you practically tore yourself apart getting Glee Club back and now you aren't even going to be apart of it. Meaning we'll only have 9 members for sectionals and that is not enough!" He complained.