My Life with the Boys

Chapter 17- Senior Year (Part Three)

Age 18

Six months. It has been six months since Zack broke up with me. Six months since the group was torn apart. I have never gone this long in my life without talking to either Ethan or Zack. And it was all my fault. It was my fault that the group fell apart. Obviously Zack isn't talking to me or Ethan. He also isn't talking to Noah when Noah admitted that he knew about me and Ethan this whole time. From what I heard Noah moved into a different dorm room. So I stopped talking to Noah out of guilt from Zack now hating him. Also because of me. So basically I am only talking to Sam who is the only one talking everyone. Lucky him. Ethan started hanging out with guys from the soccer team, I have no idea who Noah and Zack spend time with and Sam and Laura are still disgustingly loved up leaving me very alone. Senior Year sucks.

It was also one month until senior year ends and I couldn't wait. I was so over high school.

So right now I am where I have spent all my free time in the last six months. The dance studio. It was my last shot at winning Internationals as you have to be eighteen or under to compete. After winning nationals again, all I do is dance. I have taken my dancing up another level with all this extra practice.

I finish my dance lying flat on the floor covered in sweat and panting hard. It was a tough routine but I was going to have it nailed by Internationals. I am still lying on the floor when I hear clapping.

Lifting my head I roll my eyes when I see some guy smirking at me. I should probably feel self-conscious in my cropped T-shirt and black dance shorts but I am too exhausted to care.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I ask annoyed, standing up.

"Well, that is not very nice." The guys smirks.

Tilting my head I look at him more closely. He was actually pretty good looking. He was tall with tanned skin and dark brown wavy hair. His body was toned and his teeth were white. Basically he is what you would describe as perfect. Except for one thing. Nobody is perfect. And he was extremely annoying.

"Maybe watching people isn't very nice. Actually it is classified as stalking." I remark, crossing my arms.

"It's not stalking if you are checking the person out." He says grinning at me.

God, this guy is conceited. "Don't you have... I dunno... a life to attend?"

"Nope."

"Well I am in the middle of something. So I would appreciate it if you would... you know, go away." I way waiting expectantly.

"Nah. I am good right here. For a National Champion you are very bossy."

"Hey I'm not bossy! Wait, how did you not I was the national champion?" I stare at him confused.

He laughs. "I saw you on a magazine or two. Not to mention on TV and at Nationals a few months ago."

"Oh. Well if you know who I am then it is only fair that you tell me who you are."

"Aaron. Aaron Bates." He says finally walking into the room.

Bates? "As in Sarah Bates?" The owner of the Studio.

"As in my Aunt, Sarah Bates." This guy was Sarah's nephew?

"So you dance?"

"Yeah. Was three year male national soloist. Three years in a row. Like you. Well except you are the female national soloist." He rambles slightly.

"I haven't seen you around before." I point out.

"That would be because I competed before you. When I was fourteen, fifteen and sixteen. I didn't compete after that which was when you started competing." He explains.