"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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"So... how come you're here? Do you come to things like this often?" I muster up a conversation with Jones.
"Uhm, yeah. I mean, my father knows a lot of the choreographers here, so he's able to get me these opportunities for free."
"Oh, that's cool! Did your dad dance?" I ask him, trying to seem interested in all aspects of his life.
He shakes his head. "No, he's a scientist."
"Like, medicine?"
"Yeah... sure." He doesn't say anything else about it.
He takes a sip of his drink, looking around the room.
Michelle convinced me to spend some time with Jones after we signed into the convention. I was nervous at first and extremely sceptical about the whole thing, but now that I'm with him, I actually find myself enjoying the conversation with him.
He then asks me a question. "So, how come I don't see you at a lot of parties?"
"Oh, it's just not my thing. I mean, sometimes I'll go along with my friend, but truthfully, I don't really like that sort of thing. I'd much rather stay home, you know?"
"Oh, so you're that type of girl?"
I furrow my brows as I'm not sure what he means by that.
"I just don't like all of the drama."
"Nah, I get it." He tells me, "Everyone acts like they've just left the womb; you don't have to remind me of that."
I giggle in response.
I spend a moment admiring him. I don't know why, but I feel my heart racing when I look at him. Maybe it's because he's actually giving me attention, whereas most guys would look the other way. I don't usually find others attractive until we establish a connection first, but maybe I should just give this a chance.
Michelle reminded me around a hundred times of his reputation. She says that he's wealthy and powerful in the dance world, and any girl he would be interested in, he would spoil her and make sure her name was known.
I decide to ask him more questions about his life: "So, are you an only child?"
He shakes his head whilst popping a fry in his mouth. "No, I've got two brothers."
"Are you the oldest?" I try to seem interested.
"No, Ben is younger, and Julian is a couple of years older. You wouldn't know, though. I mean, both of them are brainless and are douchebags."
"And you're not?"
He pauses for a second before saying, "I'd like to think I'm not."
