Change My Mind // m.g.c

Chapter four

CAITLIN

I think I hate him. I'm not really sure though. I've only met him today and we haven't said a word. His name is Michael and he's American. He's Luke's best friend. I like Luke. He's so awkward and funny. Michael just has that look that pisses me off. He looks like an asshole with the way he dresses and his smirk and bright blue hair. It looks like he's bleached it so many times and his hair is falling out. But I can't judge a book by its cover, right? And why is he in my dance class? And why does he keep staring at me? It's making me uncomfortable. Oh God, he's probably judging me. He probably purposely came into this class just to torment me and make fun of my dancing. He hates me. I can't do this. It's too much. I feel my breathing hitch and my hands shake.

"Um, excuse me Miss," I leave the dance room and go outside to the bubble taps and have a drink. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to go back. Dance calms me so I will be ok after I show Miss Stevens my piece I worked on over Christmas.

I turn around and I'm stopped by someone. Michael. He obviously can to find me. Idiot.

"Are you alright?" he asks crouching down a bit to be at eye level with me.

"Uh," I stumble across my words.

"Yeah, I just got a bit overwhelmed," I say.

"Overwhelmed by me?" he asks, smirking.

"No,"' I lie. "I have a piece to perform today and I'm nervous." I start walking back to the dance room and he trails behind me.

"I'm sure that's the reason," he says, chuckling.

"It is." I say and stop to face him. "And you can mind your own business," I continue walking back to class.

"Someone's a bit feisty," I hear him mumble and I roll my eyes. The thing with me is that I am not a confident person unless I'm with people that I like, or when I'm dancing but sometimes I get this burst of confidence when I have something to say.

We get back to class and Miss Stevens tells me that I'm just in time to perform my dance. I do hip hop by the way. I chose to do the dance to 'Gimme What I Want' by Keri Hilson. It's unknown to normal people but lots of girls dance to this song. It's sexy and it's sassy, my style. Michael sits down with the 5 others in the class and I put on the song.
In the dialogue at the start I make my way to the back of the studio. When the beat drops and the singing starts, I move my hips to the beat and flip my hair. I travel to from one side to the other. The feeling I get when I dance is exhilarating. I love the feeling of using every single ounce of energy in my body. I love the feeling of moving your body to the beat of the music playing. The music stops and everyone claps. It feels like it went quicker than 2 minutes. Michael is clapping and looks impressed. Miss Stevens looks proud of me. I go take a seat at the mirror side of the studio.

"Caitlin!" Miss Stevens exclaims. "How do you bring us a piece of choreography and movement this great every month?'"

"Dance is literally the only thing I do Miss," I tell her and she nods happily.

"Ok so Caitlin was the last dancer," Miss Stevens starts. "Oh Michael, I know this is your first day but do you have anything you would like to present today?" she asks him. Michael jumps at the sound of his name and he smirks.

"Of course Miss. Always do." He gets up and chooses a song. It starts playing and he starts doing amateur moves like the sprinkler and the shopping trolley one. It's awful. Why would he do that? Is he mocking dance?

"Michael, Michael stop," Miss Stevens says to him. He stops and looks up at her. "We take the art of dance very serious here. Do you know how to dance?" she asks him.

"No actually, I didn't even choose this class," he says and I roll my eyes. He's so stupid. I hate it.

"Well you can moves into the textiles class or I can assign you a person in this class to teach you," she tells him and he looks frightened, like he doesn't want to do either. I know Miss Stevens will assign me to help him and I really don't want to teach a beginner how to dance. He better choose textiles.