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Bethanys pov:

I sit at the front desk of the dance studio I currently work at. Files on my desk of complaints about the unfairness between students piles up. I hear Andrea the dance teacher screaming. Soon enough she violently walks out the door.
"I quite!" she screams.
Eleanor the owner of the dances studio walks out.
"Well in my 50 years being here I can finnaly say this she was a class A bitch." Eleanor says.
I laugh. "So now what, we don't have a teacher." I say.
"My niece and nephew are dancers they can help." she says.
Next day:
I come in and sit at the desk. I decided to dress up today to make a good impression on the new dance teachers. I wore a black pencil skirt with a white button up blouse. I had the first two buttons undone and black heels.
"Someone's looking hot." Eleanor joked as she walked in.
"Good first impressions." I say.
"Well Julianne can't work this into her schedule so Derek is coming." she says.
"Oh ok." I say.
"By the way he's single." Eleanor laughs and winks. I laugh.
About a hour later I see a car pull up. For some reason I found myself fixing my hair. I flipped it down and up. I see Derek walk in.
"Um hello you must be Derek." I say holding out my hand.
"Yes I am I'm guessing you talked to my aunt." he smiles. He looks at my hand.
"I do hugs not hand shakes." he says.
He hugs me.
"We're going to be seeing each other alot might as well get comfortable around each other." Derek says.
I blush. I feel his eyes on me until Eleanor walks in.
"Derek!" she yells and hugs him.
"Hey aunt." he says.
"I assume you met Bethany." she asks.
He looks at me "yeah we have." he says with a smile.
   I blush and Exusce myself to the bathroom. I go into the bathroom and freshen up. He's so cute with his muscles and blonde hair and blue eyes. This is going to be a good dance season.