Sam's POV
No word from Matt. Well then.. He mustn't have wanted me. But persides I had a class to get to. I can ponder over that later.
I walked into dance class, and the smell of fresh polish and a slight smell of sweat, engulfed my senses.
I saw Matt standing over by he chairs. A black tank top hugged his toned torso. I didn't know where to turn to but then I spotted Jamain and strutted over the the ballet bars to join him with stretching. "Oh Sam! I have great news" he said with a shock.
"Well hi to you to." I said stretching my hamstring.
"In town there's a competition for a tango, the prize is a grand! And I thought we could enter!" A whole grand! We agreed with in a heart beat.
Madame Lander came prancing in her "cape" flowing behind her. Assigning us to work in the tango, me and Jamain worked on this for a full hour. Then she decided to put a routine together where we switched partners, to represent the fight to keep love. Jamain and I started then couple by couple we all joined in the she counted: 5, 6, 5, 6, 7,8. And the girls span in a tight turn to the right to be partnered with our next partner. My new partner caught me and took me into a low dip and then brought to eye level... Big brown eyes.. Of course Matt. "So have you missed me?" Matt whispered in to my ear. The heavy striking music blasted from behind me.
"Since yesterday?" I said. "No, you obviously don't care enough to text or call so why should I bother missing you!"
"I was... Busy" he trialled off at the end. The tone wasn't ashamed but mysterious.
"What were you doing?" I said concerned.
"You'll see tonight!"
"Tonight... I can't. I'm going out!"
He let out a laugh. "You going out! With who?"
"Ethan... him and I are going clubbing!"
He laughed harder. "You're not going out, Sam! Especially not to a club! You're too innocent!"
"What?! To go dancing with one of my friends?! I'm not 12!"
"I don't want anyone looking at you! You don't know who could be there! You're not going!"
"Yes I am! And you can't stop me!"
"Want a bet!" The music came to an abrupt stop and I ripped myself from him. He tensed around my bicep. Shaking him off I stormed out if the room, grabbing my bag and down the hall to my dorm. He doesn't own me! He doesn't own me!
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Ficção AdolescenteHere's a story about young Samantha Forbes and her trials and tribulations at Rowan University. Coming from a small town her expectations are big and so are her dreams. Will she come out on top? Or will love get in her way? Wouldn't it just be easi...
