YOUR POV
I locked my phone and set it in my lap. “It’s a really long story.”
“I think we’ve got time.” He said, gesturing towards our fighting teachers.
I bit my lip, considering whether or not to tell this guy anything. “Maybe I should have rephrased that, it’s a long story and I’m not exactly allowed to tell anybody most of it.”
He lifted his eyebrows in a way as if to say ‘who are you, his bitch?’
“No it’s not like that, it’s...it’s complicated.” I said, hoping he’d bite the bait.
“You’d be surprised at the complications I’ve been through.” He smiled, and interrupted me when I opened my mouth to speak, saying, “I’m not going to push you on it, we just met.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
I looked down to find a missed message from Kendall and eagerly unlocked my phone to respond.
“What’s up, guys?” Amanda asked as she came over to us, Marissa and Carly right behind her.
“Nothing much, we were just talking about-“ Dally began, but I knew if he finished the sentence it may not end so well for me.
“I was just leaving. Gonna go call Kendall.” I said. The three smiled at me and sat down, Marissa taking my place.
“Hey, babe!” Kendall answered.
“Hi.” I smiled.
“What’s up?”
“STILL waiting to see if we’re even going to have rehearsal. Thought I’d give you a call since you’re doing nothing and I’m just guy hogging.”
“Wait, what?”
I laughed at the worry in his voice. “I’m kidding! There’s this cute guy named Dally from the other studio we’re fighting with. Amanda, Marissa, Carly, and everyone are all drooling over him.”
“Really?” He asked, intrigued. “And what about you?”
“Well, I was texting you. You don’t have to worry about him, I won’t try anything or-”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he interrupted me, calmly saying, “YN, I know. I trust you.”
I smiled. “Okay. Yeah, I know.”
“YN! We’ve gotta go! We’ve already missed an hour of rehearsal!” Maggie said to me, grabbing my free arm and pushing me into the studio.
“Uh, I gotta go, Kendall.” I said.
I heard him chuckle. “Alright, bye, YN.”
“I’ll text you later, love you!” I squeezed in before Maggie ripped the phone out of my hand and pushed end call.
I could almost hear him laughing at my nuisance.
“We’ve agreed to share the studio.” Maggie explained to our two dance teams.
Someone from the other studio began to ask, “But how?-“
“We also agreed to share the competition.” The other studio owner said. “I’m Debbie,” She said, then turned to her own studio, “and this is Maggie. Our choreographers are combining our two routines to make a giant group for the competition. We’re also entering a few duets and two solos, one student from each studio.”
The room was a mix of astonishment, confusion, disbelief, and frustration. Why were they doing this?! As if Maggie could read my mind, she started speaking.
“We both needed the studio space and it’d be easier to win together than lose separately.” Holly, Sierra, and two other choreographers came into the room. “We’ll get to work on the duets and solos while you guys learn the group dance. Have fun!”
And just like that, Maggie and Debbie left, leaving us with a mix of emotions to sort and a dance to learn.
