Difference

Chapter eight.

Aliyah Rain.
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The ball is ending, and me and Blane have been talking this whole time.

It feels different then what I used to be like, I don't hate him as much as I used it. He's like kind of my second best friend that I aggravate and he aggravates me back.

I hate him though, he hates me, it's just our thing.

I stayed over to help clean up the stuff, which means I ate a bunch of the left-over food and threw away some.

Listen, if there's one thing about me it's that I'm gonna eat for sure.

My parents walk over, " We're gonna head on home, Are you riding with us? " I shake my head. " I'll either walk or something. "

" I'll take her home, Mrs. Rain. " Blane has a few plates in his hand.

She smiles, " Well thank you. We're both exhausted, and want to go home. It's good to know out girl is in good hands. " I feel like running out the door, now.

I know Blane is gonna make a HUGE deal out of that, and it's gonna boost his ego up even higher than it already is.

He nods. " Anytime, go home and get some rest. " I roll my eyes at him, before giving my mother a hug.

She walks out and I punch his arm playfully. " Don't you dare speak a thing. " He chuckles. " She thinks I'm a good person, she trusts me. "

" Don't boost your ego, she doesn't know you aggravate the living crap out of me. " I throw away some trash.

" I'm just saying, I think she likes me. " He smirks, devilish. " I don't like you, your annoying. " I bend down to grab some cups off the floor and put them in the cart.

" You know you like my annoyingness, and me aggravating you. " He walks beside me, poking at my waist.

I jump and curve my waist, slightly yelling for a second. My ticklish spot is definitely my waist, I can't stand it.

" Yeah, yeah don't you dare ever think that. " I shake my head, jokingly.

" My salsa dancing? " He raises his eyebrows at me. " Did you really not know how to salsa? " I pick my head up to look at him.

He shakes his head. " No, I was honestly so confused before I started to watch your footwork. "

I nod. " Your a liar, you know how too. " He shakes his head. " On my life, I've never salsa danced in my life. "

" Then get out here, I'm teaching you the basics. " I sit doesn't the plates. " Right now? " He looks at me, shocked.

I nod, " C'mon let's do this. " He sits the cups down, and walks over to me as we get into the position we were in earlier.

Suddenly, his hands feel like for against my waist. " Okay, take a step frontwards then stay. " We do as so, " Now backwards then stay. "

" Now put it all together. " I begin to do all the steps. " This is way more confusing than it was earlier. " He pauses.

" Just follow my lead. " I start again, he does also and suddenly we collide tripping then falling to the ground together.

My body lays on top of him, we make eye contact before bursting into laughter. For minutes, we can't do anything besides laugh as hard as we try to say something.

When we finally calm down, we're staring into each other's eyes.

My body starts to feel all tingly, my brain processes what's happening finally and I try to get up. Failing to do so, I fall completely down because my dress caught on my shoe.