Kick, Punch, Dance?

Chapter 2- Declan- I- Don't-Know-His-Last-Name

!Tess POV!

 "Tucker, come on I’m going to be late for school!" I called up to my brother, who took for- freaking-ever when it came to getting ready.

I swear he took more time than I did. It was sad, really that he spent more time in the mirror getting all dolled up on a Monday morning than I did.

I tapped my foot impatiently while I heard the hair dryer click off. Seriously, my hair dryer? I huffed in annoyance.

My brother is 21 years old, works at a publishing company and still drives me (an eighteen year old) to school.

I have my license, I do, but my dad thinks that having two cars while my brother is perfectly capable of taking me to school is not only practical but also cost effective.

I don’t have to pay for gas, and instead I save all of my hard earned cash from working at Winks- the old 50’s dinner down the road. A win-win in his mind. What he doesn’t know is that I have enough saved to by my own car and insurance for seven months.

My brother finally emerged from the stairs in all his primped glory. “Calm down, we still have ten minutes.” He said to me while bounding off the last stair step.  I shook my head.

I was supposed to be at school and hour ago to work on my routine before after school practice, but Tucker woke up late. Now I’ll be lucky if I make it to first period…

“Come on.” I said, as I stomped out to our car. Dad had left in the sheriff cruiser about an hour and a half ago, before I could wish him a good day at work. 

It was always a mystery if he was going to come home at night, but I choose not to dwell on it…

I was about to open the passenger door to my brothers 94’ ford thunderbird, when suddenly our new neighbors across the street garage door opened and before it was lifted all the way a sleek black motorcycle was zoomed out of it.

We had yet to meet these new people yet they have moved in about a week ago.  I watched as the drivers head turned towards me, briefly, before he sped down our street.

After the motorcyclist had passed Tucker had finally come out side and got a move on. i had to run to first period I was in the process of sitting down in my seat when the tardy bell rang out.

“What you have a rough weekend, or something T.?” I heard the voice behind me. I turned to see the fiery haired pixie I like to call my best friend in the whole wide world- Grace Monroe. 

Grace and I met the summer of our eight grade year when we both tried out for our middle school dance team.  After a week of grueling conditioning and many eight counts, Grace had decided that she was a different kind of artist.

She would rather "paint a dancer or take pictures of dancing than be the one performing the stuipd eight counts" she would say.

Needless to say, I had been her muse since then.

“You have no idea. First my brother throws a wild frat party at our house Friday night, Saturday I worked a double, then yesterday I go to the studio to work on my routine, and some random dude barges in and hides in the dance closet, from the cops. Who I knew, by the way-” I was cut off by hands in my face.

“Tess, breathe.”  Grace commanded.

At this point our teacher, Mr. Pollack started today math lesson. We were about half way into the lesson when the door opened to reveal the guy from the dance studio.  Declan I- don’t-know-his-last-name.

~Declan~

"Well Mr. Porter, it's nice to have a new student to Perry High School. I'm glad that we can still encourage the mind about new things. And you seem like a nice young man..." the Principle Mr. Greene kept rattling on and on.

I had stop listing after he ask me multiple times if i was interested in trying out for the football team. I was not a tights wearing kind of athlete. 

"Well here is your schedule Mr. Porter. I can get Missy to show you to homeroom which is...Brief Calc. The last thing that we ask is that you come in after school so we can see how everything went and if we need to change anything in your schedule." Mr. Greene said while opening the door to his office and politely shooing me out of it. 

"Missy, would you mind showing Mr. Porter to Mr. Lowery's Brie Calculus class please." With that the principle returned to his office and shut the door behind him. 

The woman i had first met with, Missy, was an old woman. Plump around the edges, with the classic old lady blue hair, and cat eyed glasses. 

"Oh, alrighty Declan was it?" 

"Yes ma'am," I said politely. If i had learned any thing from my mother it was to treat other women with respect at all times. Now men, my mother had taught me, was another story all together. 

"Well if you'll follow me right this way. We made our way down through the office out the doors and into the sunlight. What was different about Perry High from my old school back in Chicogo was that the School was sperated into buildings rather than just one great big school.

They had a building for language and soical studies. Another building identical but acrosed the courtyard for scince and math, where we were currently headed. another buliding for arts, and another building for athletics. 

i could all ready tell i was going to get lost. However i would not addmit it to any one. 

"Well, here we are. Mr. Lowery's brief Calculus class. Enjoy." Missy left me staring infront of a door with a really bad math pun poster on it. I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in. An my eyes immedatly connected with the girl from the dance studio yesterday.

Who I think I recall seeing this morning when I left me house. 

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sorry it's so short, but i'm hoping to make the next ones after this a little longer!!!! Hope you guys like it!!!

~COAKLEY OUT~